In the middle of the night, Roxy curled up in Quentin's arms, sleeping soundly. Suddenly, her little ears twitched. She looked up to see Quentin also awake. As she tried to get up, Quentin gently held her down, stroked her head, and said softly, "Sleep a little longer. You'll need your energy to play tomorrow."
Hearing this, Roxy snuggled back into Quentin's embrace, covered her ears, and drifted back to sleep.
Watching her adorable behavior, Quentin's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes brimming with gentle affection—an expression that did not escape the gaze of the uninvited guest.
Tsk tsk... When did you, you rascal, end up with such a grown child?
Quentin's face darkened as he snorted coldly, "Shut your filthy mouth!"
The newcomer, dressed in black, slipped in through the window with practiced ease. He casually produced a Moonlight Pearl, his eyes—shaped like peach blossoms—held a mischievous glint. With a high nose and seductive lips, he was the very picture of charm and unruliness.
He called Quentin a rogue, but truthfully, he was no less a charmer himself.
In a flash, the intruder was at the bedside, reaching for Roxy. Quentin grabbed his hand, while Roxy quickly slid to the far side of the bed, clutching Quentin's arm and looking fearfully at the dark figure. "Quentin, this flower thief is such a creep! I'm only two years old!" Her cheeks puffed up with anger, truly upset.
The charming, unruly man stood frozen by the bed, his mouth twitching in disbelief. Was this little kid really taking herself so seriously?
But...
Sylas Ren studied Roxy carefully, unable to deny she was a truly lovely child—sure to be a heartbreaker when she grew up.
Quentin quickly brushed off Sylas Ren's hand, clearly displeased with his gaze. If he'd looked any more obsessed, Quentin would have gouged out his eyes. He pulled Roxy into his arms, wrapped her in a blanket, and snorted, "You sure are fast!"
Dongkui Town was far from Magnolia Town, but everyone knew Sylas Ren's light-footed martial arts were second to none.
Watching Quentin's possessive gestures, Sylas Ren couldn't help but marvel. Rumor had it the Lotus Sect Master was a notorious flirt, always surrounded by beauties but never truly attached. Yet now, holding this little child, he seemed genuinely moved. Maybe Sylas was overthinking it.
Sylas Ren replied in a deep voice, "You have some nerve. The Lotus Sect Master's airs are certainly impressive!"
Quentin Hua replied indifferently, "I don't recall us being close enough for me to have to accept your invitations!"
Truth be told, Quentin and Sylas weren't exactly close friends. They'd met by chance in the mountains when Quentin was feeling down, and found each other agreeable, but that was all.
Quentin's lack of courtesy made Sylas Ren's face darken. He shouted angrily, "Quentin Hua, you bastard!" Gone was his usual carefree charm.
Roxy wouldn't stand for it—her people weren't to be insulted. "You ugly monster! Watch out or your mouth will rot off!"
Sylas stared at Roxy in shock, as if struck by lightning. For a long moment, he muttered, "Ugly monster... ugly monster..." Finally, he snapped, his voice rising, "Did you just call me an ugly monster?!"
Quentin wasn't at all surprised by Sylas's meltdown. When they'd first met, Sylas's very first move was to challenge Quentin to a contest of looks. It was clear how much he cherished his own appearance, so Roxy's insult hit him right where it hurt.
But as Quentin glanced at the little girl in his arms, her face cold and eyes full of disdain, he couldn't help but wonder—was this really just a coincidence? He asked quietly, "Roxy, how did you know he cares so much about his face?"
Roxy whispered back, "Just look at how showy he is—it's obvious!"
Quentin choked on his own laughter, glancing at Sylas. Yes, he really was showy—dressed all in black, but covered in shimmering gold embroidery.
Sylas Ren paced the room in anger before finally calming down. He declared seriously, "Little girl, what kind of taste do you have? I'm obviously better looking than that rascal!"
Roxy snorted, hugged Quentin, and planted a kiss on him. Then she turned to Sylas, made a face as if she was about to vomit, and said, "Quentin, why is this guy so disgusting-looking?"
Quentin couldn't help but burst out laughing at Sylas's contorted face. He tried to keep a straight face and replied seriously, "It's because his heart is so ugly, the ugliness just shows on his face!"
Roxy nodded in sudden understanding. "So he's rotting from the inside out—he must be even uglier inside than outside!"
Sylas was so furious he could spit blood. "Quentin Hua, I'm going to ruin your pretty face!" he shouted, lunging forward.
Quentin was about to dodge, but Roxy beat him to it.
Sensing the incoming attack, Sylas Ren dodged, but Roxy was too fast. Even though he moved in time, her Spirit Power whip still grazed his arm, sending a burning pain and numbness through it. He stared at Roxy in shock—who could have guessed such a little girl could be so deadly? Where did Quentin find this little terror?
Quentin was just as surprised—he hadn't expected Roxy to be so strong at such a young age. No wonder Morgan felt comfortable leaving the Cloud Guild in her hands.
It made sense, though. Damien Gray and Morgan Shangguan were anything but ordinary, so their daughter was bound to be exceptional. Still, this was almost too much—he felt under pressure!
Roxy calmly put away her Spirit Power whip and snorted, "I'm warning you—Quentin is mine. If you dare treat him badly, I'll be even less nice to you!"
At this point, Sylas Ren didn't dare dismiss her words as childish nonsense. Rubbing his injured arm, he was close to tears—how had he ended up provoking such a little demon?