World class chatterbox
Ji Yao had never been this annoyed in his entire life. His father was a world-class chatterbox that had the hobby of annoying him and he did it with skill and precision though he knew his limits. But this celestial being over here was way worse.
Ji Yao couldn't help but suspect that he was being treated like a new interesting toy by this bastard. It was question after question and each question wasn't necessarily important.
After answering the nth question Ji Yao was so exhausted. He pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "Are we done? Can I go now?"
The Lord of Celestials just stared at him with his hand propping his chin and said, "One last question..... Do you like that ruffian of yours because he is the only one that can touch you? I am just curious. Your Qilin genes are so fascinating that your rejection of other people is rooted deep into your bones. Unlike most, it's not a psychological thing but a genetics thing..... how fascinating."