Facing his sister’s attempt to monopolize his daytime hours, Qin Mu naturally couldn’t agree.
People live for freedom. He was so young, and after suffering in the Qin Family for more than ten years, wasn’t it only natural to want to experience life a bit?
The warm embrace of a Big Sister might be impossible in this life, no hope there—but that didn’t mean he could just give up!
Seeing her younger brother so determined, Qin Mengyu laid out her demands, establishing three rules.
First: Without Sister’s permission, you’re not allowed to get too close to girls outside.
Second: Wherever you go, you must tell Sister, and return on time.
Third: At night, you’re not allowed to come back late; you must sleep at home—no staying out.
***
At night, Qin Mu returned to his room, while Miss Mengyu went to prepare dinner.
Since Qin Mu hadn’t reached the Foundation Establishment Stage yet, he couldn’t survive without food.
“Mu’er.”
A cold voice sounded from within, followed by a pull that dragged Qin Mu straight onto the bed.
“Ruoshuang-jie, you—”
The words caught in his throat, unable to come out. Qin Mu stared in shock, mouth wide open.
Qin Ruoshuang sat duck-style, wearing a white silk nightgown—so thin that her pale skin could be seen through it.
Black transparent stockings wrapped her legs, creating a striking contrast with the white nightdress.
Her long legs stretched the stockings perfectly, and her curled toes were painted a vivid red.
The originally cold eyes now shimmered with a hint of autumn water, alluring and moist.
Her hair fell loosely, a few strands draping over her chest, slightly parted to reveal a splash of unexpected color.
“Ah…”
Qin Mu’s mouth hung open, his brain refusing to accept the scene before him.
No way!
This must be some kind of demon—how could my Ruoshuang-jie look so seductive!
Seeing her brother’s dumbfounded look, Qin Ruoshuang tilted her head in confusion.
According to the books, shouldn’t the man’s next move be to leap forward?
Why wasn’t Mu’er moving?
Recalling the advice to turn passive into active, Qin Ruoshuang reached out her pale arm and wrapped it around Qin Mu’s neck. Then—
“Mm!”
Qin Mu’s eyes went wide.
A soft, warm, moist sensation touched his lips.
Sweet breath brushed his face.
So fragrant.
So soft.
Qin Ruoshuang tightened her embrace, pressing their bodies together.
A blush bloomed on her face as her fullness pressed against Qin Mu, a sensation spreading through her that she’d never felt before.
More~ more~ Mu’er~
As her jade hand moved up Qin Mu’s chest, just as she was about to go further, the door swung open.
“Mu’er, dinner’s ready, come eat—”
Clang—
The bowl in Qin Mengyu’s hand dropped to the floor.
She stared at the scene before her, unbelieving.
Her mouth opened and closed.
She stammered, “Ruoshuang-jie, you!”
Pop—
Qin Ruoshuang separated, licking her lips as if savoring the taste.
Seeing her sister at the door, she spoke calmly.
“Want to join?”
Hiss!
Qin Mengyu’s face flushed scarlet.
She rushed over, pulling her brother behind her protectively, fuming.
“Ruoshuang-jie, Mu’er is still so young—how could you…”
“And we agreed before—not to eat alone! Ruoshuang-jie, you’re breaking your promise!”
Her voice grew shrill at the end.
Compared to Qin Mengyu’s shock, Qin Ruoshuang remained calm, adjusting her collar slightly.
“I held back. But today, I couldn’t.”
Qin Mengyu suddenly remembered the book she’d read during the day.
Gritting her teeth, she fumed.
“Hmph! Tonight, I’m sleeping with Mu’er. If you try anything, I won’t be polite either.”
“All right.”
Qin Ruoshuang replied coolly, then walked behind the screen to bathe—feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
As for Qin Mu, oh—his brain had crashed.
What had just happened exceeded the limits of his processing power.
For Young Master Qin, tonight’s events were nothing short of a thunderclap from a clear sky.
“Miss Mengyu.”
Qin Mu rolled over, looking at his sister as she set up Formation and Restriction.
From childhood, Qin Mu knew he was brought back by Father.
Though the entire Qin Family kept it tightly under wraps, not revealing a single hint, as someone not originally from this world, he’d always known the truth. (ps: The foster sister setting—everyone understands why.)
“What is it?”
Qin Mengyu looked back at her little brother.
His lost, confused expression was honestly adorable—but the lipstick on his mouth made her heart burn with jealousy.
“…Nothing.”
Qin Mu opened his mouth, but the words stuck.
Not knowing what to say, he shut his eyes in frustration.
“All done.”
Qin Mengyu clapped her hands, pleased with her handiwork. Even with Miss Ruoshuang’s cultivation, breaking in would be tough.
Smiling with satisfaction, she changed clothes and climbed onto the bed.
Unlike the bold Ruoshuang, Qin Mengyu’s nightgown was more conservative.
Qin Mu inhaled the familiar floral scent.
“Miss Mengyu, what do you think happened to Ruoshuang-jie today?”
She had a fever, obviously.
Qin Mengyu grumbled internally.
“She was acting weird. Mu’er, don’t worry about it.”
“Oh.”
Seeing that he wouldn’t get any answers, Qin Mu gave up.
Recalling Mu’er’s intoxicated expression earlier, Qin Mengyu pursed her lips.
“Mu’er, tell me—between me and Ruoshuang-jie, who do you like more?”
Thud!
Qin Mu, who’d just begun wallowing in melancholy, instantly snapped to attention at the question.
Not again…
Qin Mu felt numb. Every time the sisters quarreled, this question came up.
But as a veteran, Qin Mu knew the answer.
“Of course, it’s Miss Mengyu. Miss Mengyu is gentle and generous—anyone who marries her would have earned eight lifetimes of blessings!”
If Ruoshuang-jie had asked, he’d just swap the name.
Qin Mu’s universal answer, refined over fifteen years as a little brother, was foolproof.
“Hehe, I knew it! Your Ruoshuang-jie is cold and clueless—she can’t compare to me.”
Qin Mengyu beamed.
“Of course, Miss Mengyu is the best in the world.”
Qin Mu launched into endless praise, exhausting every word he knew.
“Then, Mu’er—if you marry someday, what kind of girl do you want? Tell me, and I’ll give you advice.”
Qin Mengyu asked softly, a sister’s concern for her brother’s future clear in her eyes.
Heh.
If Qin Mu believed a word of that, his fifteen years of brotherhood would be wasted.
The prettier a woman, the better she is at lying—what a profound truth.
Qin Mu wished he could give it an award.
“Miss Mengyu, I’m still young. I haven’t thought about it. But someone like you is my ideal type!”
With flattery from all sides, he coaxed her into laughter.
With experience like this, Qin Mu figured he could write a book—he’d already thought of a title: .
No, no, the title’s too shameless—it’ll get He Xie’d.