“Hey, you brute, do you really have the heart to bully a delicate, fragile girl like me, just about to bloom?” Lily patted her small chest, looking startled.

“Damn woman, your mouth is even sharper than that rascal Wei. I must have had my head slammed in a door to get on your pirate ship in the first place…” Officer Brooks looked helpless, sighing at his poor choice of friends.

But right now, Lily was staring blankly. In her view, Ethan Brooks’s hair was damp, exuding a hint of intimacy, and her freshly washed skin was as white as snow, giving off a refreshing fragrance. The short white towel barely covered the essentials, like a low-cut, tight dress, accentuating every curve of her delicate body. With droplets of water still on her, those half-hidden, fiery curves were enough to make anyone’s blood race.

Swallowing hard, Little Pixie acted like a lecher, her tone even more like she was teasing a proper lady: “Tsk tsk, girl, you should stop wearing your uniform and just wear this. I guarantee those criminals will surrender the moment they see you.”

Ethan Brooks was helpless and simply didn’t reply.

“Oh, feeling shy now? I knew you were hopelessly in love with me, you’d never let those filthy men take advantage.” With a strange smile, Lily suddenly reached out to lift Ethan Brooks’s chin, gazing at her deeply: “Abbess, just give in to me, I promise you’ll live the good life from now on.”

“Drop dead!” Ethan Brooks cursed, grabbing Little Pixie’s wrist and giving it a hard squeeze.

“Ow, you’re serious? Help, attempted murder of your own husband!” Lily cried out in pain.

Ethan Brooks’s expression changed, she let go and whispered, “Stop yelling, come into my room to talk, don’t let my mom hear.”

Freed, Little Pixie rubbed her hand, quickly put on a stern face, and said seriously, “Girl, inviting me into your boudoir—are you trying to seduce me? Just so you know, I’m not that easy.”

“Get lost! If you don’t behave, I’ll kick you out!”

“I can’t beat you at Sanda, but if you’ve got guts, strip naked and wrestle me on the bed! Hmph, what are you staring at me for? Like you’d dare! I admit defeat today, go ahead and kick me, if you’ve got the guts, do it! Today I’ll show you what it means to face death unflinchingly!”

Little Pixie struck a pose like she was ready for execution, staring at Ethan Brooks’s snow-white thighs, a wicked grin spreading across her face: “Girl, you’re not wearing panties, are you? Come on, kick me, use your best whip kick and really go for it. If you don’t lift your leg high enough, I’ll be mad!”

Ethan Brooks instinctively tightened her towel, afraid of an accidental exposure, shouting, “Hooligan, pervert, scoundrel, lecher~~~” and dashed into the bedroom as if fleeing for her life.

This only piqued Little Pixie’s interest further. Like a playboy chasing a helpless maiden in a period drama, she chased after Officer Brooks, teasing as she went: “Girl, don’t run, come on, give me a smile…”

Ethan Brooks ran to the corner of the bed, finally with nowhere left to hide. One thing conquers another—this little firecracker of the police force was completely helpless against Little Pixie, and pleaded, “Auntie, please stop. Shouldn’t you be paying attention to your own sexual orientation? If you keep this up, you’ll really turn into a lesbian.”

“My business is none of yours. Hey, why are you looking at me like that?” Lily stood on the bed, looking down at Ethan Brooks who had collapsed at the bedside. She bent down, speaking softly, “Don’t be scared, girl, come, let me tell you a story.”

“Forget it, the only things that come out of your mouth are ghost stories or dirty jokes. I don’t want to hear it.” Ethan Brooks shook her head desperately.

“Oh, you dare defy me now? Refusing me?” Lily instinctively tried to roll up her sleeves to act tough, but realized her camisole had no sleeves, so she shamelessly groped Ethan Brooks’s chest, sighing, “Tsk tsk, big, damn, it’s really big!”

The little firecracker of the police force clutched her chest tightly, almost in tears from humiliation.

Little Pixie suddenly groped again, then put on an indignant face: “Damn it, we’re all women, how can the difference be so huge? It’s enough to make me feel inferior. No, I’m getting a boob job!”

Hearing this, Ethan Brooks burst out laughing, her beautiful chest rippling with enticing waves.

Lily put her hands on her hips, looking fierce, almost ready to torture Big Officer for a confession: “You still dare laugh? Fess up, have you secretly gotten a boob job with An’an behind my back? Why do I feel like yours just keep getting bigger, like there’s no end…”

“Auntie, we may be close, but if you keep talking nonsense, I’ll sue you for slander.” Ethan Brooks glared back at Little Pixie, her pretty face suddenly flushing as she stammered, “I… I’ve always been bigger than you two… What’s so strange about that? It’s your own fault for not exercising.”

“You can train these? You think I’m illiterate?” Little Pixie was about to lose it.

“All right, enough about that, aren’t you embarrassed?” Ethan Brooks shrank her neck, wisely changing the subject: “What was that earth-shattering discovery you were yelling about? Tell me.”

Lily said mysteriously, “Guess what I did this afternoon?”

“How should I know, I’m not your bodyguard.”