Little Fire

"Yue...Yue...bad..." The aggrieved voice was like a child's, immature and vague.

Crimson Flame opened his eyes and glanced at her. Although he had no expression, she felt that he had a smile in his eyes.

She touched her nose and said embarrassedly, "Cough, that, conditioned reflex, it wasn't deliberate!"

"Hmph—" The little guy snorted aggrievedly.

"You can't come over?" Sima You Yue asked, "If you aren't coming over, then I'll go up already!"

"Whoosh-"

The little guy flew towards her, but Sima You Yue didn't shoot it away this time.

"You're red, do you want to call you Xiaohong?" Sima You Yue looked at its fiery red body and poked its head with her fingers.

"Little Fire." Crimson Flame said.

"Hmm?" Sima You Yue looked at him and saw that he raised an eyebrow at her. Knowing that he disliked her name, she pouted and hummed: "Little Fire is Little Fire, in fact, it is with Xiaohong. Pretty much!"