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Weilu eyed the Crux’s captain, unsettled. The huge claymore over her knee seemed desperately unnecessary.
“Ah… do you feel, ah, dominated by your wife?” they asked the paperwork in front of them nervously.
The Tianquan hummed contemplatively, turning to Beidou.
A muffled “mmph!” of shock; Weilu started in fright, only to see Ningguang devouring the lips of her captain as though such behaviour were her life’s work.
Eventually Ningguang released her wife, who reeled like one at sea.
“Beidou?” Her tone brooked an answer.
“No,” she replied, swaying dreamily in her seat, a hazy smile on her face, “She doesn’t.”