When Su Qi was still a ten-year-old boy, he clearly remembered a time when he was playfully tussling with his own older sister, Su Lulu, and accidentally fell to the ground.
His knees hit the ground first, instantly turning bright red with blood.
Just as Su Lulu went home to fetch the first aid kit, Su Qi was spotted by Elder Sister Wen Yin passing by. It was the first time Wen Yin had held him on her soft, long legs.
“Little Qi, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, you’re the strongest, Sister will blow on it for you~~~”
At his ear was Wen Yin’s gentle, soothing murmur, paired with occasional head pats and words of encouragement.
Su Qi had always been quite sensitive to pain, but that day, being held in Wen Yin’s lap made the memory of the pain feel erased, as if wiped clean.
To this day, Su Qi only remembered Wen Yin’s tender tone and virtuous demeanor. From that day on, he had developed a fondness for this kind Neighbor Sister.
As he grew older, Su Qi thought that becoming a real man meant he would no longer have those childish experiences from his youth.
But at this moment, the scent of Rose Scent emanating from Wen Yin’s body, the fuller, more alluring black silk-covered legs beneath him, and the indescribable softness behind him—all these wonderful sensations made Su Qi feel as if he had traveled through time, back to that summer when he was ten.
“Puff puff puff~ Little Qi, open your mouth and eat a piece of Red-Braised Pork.”
Just as Su Qi was overwhelmed with happiness, his small head filled with dopamine, and his mind went blank, falling into a daze—a gentle, virtuous mature sister’s voice snapped Su Qi back to reason.
Feeling the warmth of Wen Yin’s breath laced with Rose Scent on his earlobe and her unconscious lean toward him, he sensed the subtle but undeniable pressure from the half-circle embrace behind him.
Facing this closeness, Su Qi’s fair little face flushed red in an instant, even his earlobes warming up.
Though there were no mirrors nearby, Su Qi could feel his cheeks burning unbearably.
“Wen Yin… you’re… you’re too close. You, you touched…”
Trying hard not to embarrass himself in front of the woman he liked, Su Qi’s voice trembled as he spoke, masking his reluctance.
Watching Su Qi’s pale face change color and steam seemingly rising from his head, Gu Wen Yin’s exquisite features curved into a charming smile. Calmly, she said,
“Mm, Little Qi, I know. I did it on purpose.”
On purpose.
Deliberately.
Intentional.
Hearing this unexpected reply,
Su Qi’s brain short-circuited for a moment.
What did Wen Yin mean by saying she did it on purpose?
She purposely leaned in close—what did that imply?
Wasn’t he supposed to explain why he came back late? Somehow, the situation felt like it was heading in a completely different direction.
While Su Qi was puzzling over this, the chopsticks holding a piece of Red-Braised Pork in front of him twitched twice.
Since dinner last night with the Cangyou Wildcat Team, Su Qi hadn’t eaten anything until now.
Faced with Wen Yin’s offering, he didn’t think twice and obediently opened his mouth. The tender Red-Braised Pork slid in, bringing a sweet aroma into his mouth.
Enjoying the warmth of Wen Yin’s embrace and savoring the food,
Su Qi then saw the same chopsticks move again, picking up another piece of Red-Braised Pork.
Curious, Su Qi frowned slightly.
Wen Yin was always virtuous and attentive, cooking for him and even serving him food.
But judging by her meticulous nature, after feeding him Red-Braised Pork just now, wouldn’t she serve a vegetable dish to balance it out?
Though puzzled, Su Qi still instinctively parted his cherry lips as the chopsticks approached.
What surprised Su Qi was that the anticipated delicious piece of Red-Braised Pork didn’t go into his mouth.
Instead, it took a detour and landed on Wen Yin’s ruby lips.
Staring dumbfounded, Su Qi watched Wen Yin’s lips gently open and close as she ate gracefully, then glanced at the chopsticks in her hand.
Those were the same chopsticks she had just used to feed him. Now, Wen Yin was using them again, which meant… an indirect kiss.
Realizing this, Su Qi’s peach blossom eyes widened to their fullest.
“Wen Yin… the chop… chopsticks, in… indirect…”
Seeing Su Qi’s incredulous gaze, Wen Yin’s ruby lips trembled slightly as she spoke.
After elegantly swallowing the piece of Red-Braised Pork, Gu Wen Yin raised a finger to gently press against Su Qi’s delicate lips, signaling silence.
After two seconds, as Su Qi’s rapid breaths slowly evened out, Wen Yin began speaking seriously,
“Little Qi, I know what you’re saying. I did it on purpose too. So… do you dislike it?”
At this question, Su Qi’s small head shook firmly.
Seeing that Su Qi wasn’t resisting, Wen Yin’s usually gentle expression didn’t brighten but instead softened with a touch of sadness. After swallowing the pork, she whispered,
“Little Qi, I know I’m not part of the Su Family. As a little brother, you have no reason or obligation to share your information with me, your neighbor.”
Listening to Wen Yin’s voice, less gentle than usual and tinged with self-reproach,
Su Qi noticed a trace of melancholy in her narrow phoenix eyes, and faint dark circles beneath them, betraying some weakness.
At this moment, Su Qi’s heart was heavy with mixed emotions.
On one hand, seeing Wen Yin so sorrowful made him realize how important he was to her, and that feeling of being valued warmed his heart.
But on the other hand, recalling how he neglected Wen Yin yesterday because his phone died and caused her pain, he felt a surge of guilt.
Just as Su Qi was about to explain, suddenly, Wen Yin’s slender, scallion-like finger pressed lightly on his lips again.
Then the room was filled once more with her gentle mature sister’s voice, like a soft spring breeze caressing his ear.
“Little Qi, I’ve thought about this a lot. Since being a neighbor doesn’t come with obligations, can I take on a different identity instead!?”
A different identity?
Su Qi hadn’t yet reacted to Wen Yin’s new proposal.
A gentle, soft hand grasped his wrist and then, without giving him a chance to resist, pressed it onto a plump, snowy, soft curve.
“Little Qi, can you feel my sincerity?”
Thump~ thump~
The strong heartbeat, muffled beneath layers of fabric and indescribable softness, pulsed clearly into Su Qi’s palm.
The scene he had long dreamed of unfolded before him, catching him completely off guard.
Feeling the wonderful texture in his palm and hearing Wen Yin’s words, which felt like a confession,
Su Qi’s entire mind scrambled, and all he could do was nod instinctively.
Seeing Su Qi nod, Wen Yin’s lips curved into a faint smile, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.
Though she was wrapped up tightly, at this moment she radiated an inexplicable charm and allure.
After gently removing her finger from Su Qi’s hand, she picked up the chopsticks again and grabbed a piece of Red-Braised Pork.
But this time, Gu Wen Yin didn’t feed it directly into Su Qi’s mouth. Instead, her jade lips parted slightly as she bit off a corner of the pork and slowly said,
“Little Qi, ah~~”
The elegant Rose Scent, like a clear spring, flowed gently through the air, refreshing and intoxicating. The fragrance seemed to blend perfectly with Wen Yin’s exquisite face, drawing closer together.
Unnoticed, Wen Yin’s purple, wife-like long hair that had been tied at her chest fell loosely over her shoulders, resembling a beautiful sea of flowers shining with a captivating glow.
This added an indefinable charm to her aura—less the virtuous sister and more the enchanting temptress.
Feeling strands of playful purple hair brush softly across his cheek,
Su Qi’s heart beat faster as Wen Yin’s breathtaking face drew nearer.
Whether it was his imagination or the instinct of love, at this moment he saw pink bubbles of romance fill his vision, and his mind began to relax instinctively.
Gulp~
The tender Red-Braised Pork, with its faint sweetness, was swallowed by Wen Yin amid Su Qi’s expectant, surprised, and incredulous gaze.
After the pork came an indescribable pink sweetness—the unique Rose Scent of Wen Yin, overflowing and incredibly soft. It left Su Qi utterly dazed.
Did I just… kiss Wen Yin?
Wen Yin… she’s so sweet!!!
Is this the price I pay? This is far too blissful!
Just as Su Qi was still immersed in the taste of the Red-Braised Pork, sensing his abnormal breathing, Wen Yin stopped feeding him just before he fainted.
Then, with a gentle squeeze, she lifted the now weak-kneed Su Qi into her arms and walked toward the bedroom, softly asking,
“Little Qi, is this okay?”
Wen Yin’s question had no subject, but surrounded by the romantic pink atmosphere, Su Qi understood perfectly what she meant.
Just as he was about to nod and take a step into adulthood with the woman he adored, in the next second—
Bang~
The crisp sound of breaking glass shattered the intimate mood.
“Witch, what are you trying to do to my Junior Schoolmate?!”