October 1st.
At 7:35 in the morning, I really did wake up for a brief moment.
Then, I slapped the alarm clock off.
Completely forgot how, at midnight the night before, I had sworn with utmost sincerity that I would definitely attend my 8 a.m. class.
And now, I had skipped the very first class of my university life.
Truly a first in history.
At 1 in the afternoon, I rubbed my eyes and sluggishly woke up in bed.
After tossing and turning all night, the blanket was twisted into a mess.
The pillows were scattered—one here, one there.
To someone unaware, it would probably look like a cat or dog’s den.
I didn’t care about my loose, wrinkled pajamas. Yawning, I groggily crawled out of bed.
Sitting in front of the vanity table, I glanced at the time—1:03 p.m.
My expression stiffened for a second, and in the midst of an emotional collapse, I gradually regained composure.
Time for the daily self-reflection.
I secretly vowed never to stay up late again.
Even midnight was off-limits!
Knock knock—
“Xiaoyan, are you awake?” Su Liumeng didn’t mention how she had predicted all of this.
Things had played out exactly as she expected.
She’d come back from her morning classes just in time to catch someone waking up.
“Wait! Don’t come in yet!” I was tilting my head while brushing my hair and immediately straightened my clothes.
Once I made sure I didn’t look like a mess, I called out softly, “You can come in now.”
Su Liumeng walked into my bedroom.
She was instantly greeted by a wave of pleasant fragrance, coming from the girl dazing in front of the vanity.
My freshly gathered hair had already fallen apart from one careless tug. I angrily tossed the handful of loose hair aside, then slammed the comb down on the table.
“Why does it grow so fast?”
I pressed my lips together in frustration, then my eyes gleamed with a mischievous idea.
Since I was sitting in the chair, I could easily wrap my arms around her waist.
I buried my head into her stomach, letting out a soft whimper like I was acting spoiled. “Su Liumeng, help me brush my hair.”
Su Liumeng hugged my soft, delicate body and replied teasingly, “Who was it yesterday that said… ‘I’m not a little girl anymore’? And now here you are, begging someone else to fix your hair.”
My cheeks flushed red, but I still defended myself boldly. “It’s because my hair keeps getting longer and longer! And I don’t want to wear a ponytail…”
Ignoring my whining, Su Liumeng turned me around and gently gathered the strands at the back.
The smooth hair slipped through her fingers like flowing sand.
“It really has grown a lot.”
I pouted. At this rate, in another month, my hair would probably reach my waist.
What kind of growth speed was this? At least several times faster than normal people, right?
Su Liumeng was a true daughter of a noble family.
In theory, she should be surrounded by attendants all day long, and probably wouldn’t know many hairstyles.
But in reality, this heiress—who others saw as a refined young lady—had no personal maids. She did everything herself.
She had done her own hair since she was little, so how could she not know what hairstyle suited me best?
Su Liumeng pulled a hair clip from her pocket and pinned it diagonally near the front of my head.
The light pink tone added a lively, youthful charm.
My eyes paused, falling on her own hair.
“Again with the matching style?” I instinctively turned my head to question her—only to yelp, “Ow!” when my hair got pulled, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Don’t move. I’m still twisting your hair.”
Damn it! I forgot she was still holding my hair.
With tears shimmering in my eyes and my reddened corners looking pitiful, I suddenly became the perfect picture of someone easily bullied.
Su Liumeng’s hands softened naturally as she continued.
I sat completely still on the small stool, finally quiet, and asked softly, “Did you already prepare this in advance?”
“No, it’s my own hair clip,” Su Liumeng said, not admitting anything. “Don’t forget, you’re the one who asked—”
“I’m just helping, okay…? You didn’t have a proper hair clip, so I had no choice but to lend you mine.”
I stared at the brand-new hair clip on my head, feeling something was off. I just couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, and in the end, I could only fume silently and give up.
But I still couldn’t let go of how much she liked wearing matching things with me.
“Stop wearing the same stuff as me…” I let out a hopeless wail from the depths of my throat.
If she wasn’t grabbing my hair at that moment, I would’ve instinctively slumped over the desk.
“Why?” Su Liumeng asked.
I pressed my lips together, my eyes gradually losing focus. Then I finally voiced the real reason. “Don’t you realize it?”
“You keep wearing matching outfits with me every day.”
“If this goes on, people are definitely going to mistake us for sisters.”
“That’s nonsense,” Su Liumeng said, taking out a fourth hair tie and securing the last bit of my hair.
“Who’s blind enough to think that? It’s clearly a couple look. Stop listening to other people’s nonsense.”
She pinched my cheeks, which were soft and puffy—clearly to her liking. “Even if we were sisters, you’d still have to call me ‘big sis’.”
Once she finally finished tying my hair, I immediately turned my head and gave her a dramatic look, staring her dead in the eyes.
“Big sis?”
I bit my lip hard.
How long had it been… and this girl still hadn’t given up.
Could it be…
Is she really that happy just hearing me call her ‘big sis’?
Su Liumeng wasn’t the least bit guilty. She even gave me a light knock on the head.
“Exactly. I’m a sis-con. Isn’t it perfectly normal that I want you to call me ‘big sis’?”
“A… sis-con…?” I racked my brain for a moment before finally figuring it out.
“Because you’re the younger one, you’ve never experienced what it’s like to be an older sister… so now you’re just fantasizing that you are one and want a pretend little sister, right?”
I mumbled even softer, “If that’s the case, I guess I could… fulfill that for you.”
But of course, Su Liumeng didn’t hear that.
Instead, she refuted me, “That’s not it.”
“I don’t want to be just anyone’s big sis. I only want to be yours…”
I instantly got annoyed and stopped cooperating with her.
Who ever heard of such a selective sis-con? Was she saying I looked like some tiny little sister?
“Calling you ‘big sis’ makes you that happy?”
“It’s not happiness—it’s joy,” Su Liumeng replied.
Her strange look made my expression twist into full-on disgust, like I was looking at trash. “Then I guess you’ll never get that chance in this lifetime.”
Su Liumeng looked at the girl in front of her, saw how she lifted her swan-like neck and declared clearly, “Because I’m one or two weeks older than you…”
Su Liumeng: “…”
This scene weirdly resembled little kids arguing about who was older, and the slightly older one always puffing up with pride.
And she was really enjoying it. “Can’t you just give in, just once?”
“Nope,” I huffed lightly, completely contradicting what I said earlier.
Age is the last shred of human dignity—no way I’d let her take advantage of me like that.
Su Liumeng glanced at me and finally understood why this person had never been in a relationship before.
Turns out she didn’t understand even the most basic flirty games in romance.
Seeing I had no response, Su Liumeng pinched my cheek again. “You’ll say it eventually.”
“I doubt it.”
Then she dropped a bomb: “People always end up saying all kinds of weird things when they’re in bed.”
I nearly exploded, almost jumping up. “What the hell is that supposed to mean!?”
I decided to go all in. No matter what, I had to take back some ground.
So I dropped a bomb of my own. “I want to date you, but you’re thinking… about sleeping with me, aren’t you?”
This yellow-haired rogue had not a shred of shame.
She slowly let go of me and spread her arms. “What’s the fundamental difference?”
“If you don’t like someone, why sleep with them?”
The conversation was seriously crossing all sorts of lines now.
My face instantly turned bright red, and I immediately resolved never to open my mouth again.
They say once bitten, twice shy.
Now I truly understood what it meant to be tormented by a shameless female hooligan—she was completely immune to reason.
No matter what topic you brought up, she always managed to respond with something suggestive.
I let out a hopeless wail. How am I supposed to respond to that? I’m just a pure-hearted person who’s only ever held someone’s hand…
After a moment of silence, I secretly touched my cheek.
Still burning hot.
“What’s even in that dirty mind of yours…” My small face puffed up, flushed all over, and I finally squeezed out a line.
After knowing Su Liumeng for over ten years, it feels like I’ve only really gotten to know the real her in the past month or two.
“You weren’t like this before,” I muttered quietly.
Su Liumeng’s expression turned gradually innocent. “Well, you were a boy back then. Who would talk about stuff like this with you?”
“Besides, we used to fight like cats and dogs. Seeing each other without wanting to tear the other apart was already a miracle from the Bodhisattva.”
“Wait a minute.” I froze, eyes widening as something occurred to me.
I grabbed the girl’s sleeve. “Don’t tell me… you talk about me a lot with your besties. Let me see—what did you all say about me?”
For the first time, Su Liumeng’s expression stiffened.
It was like someone caught red-handed in a moment of total social death.
“Well…”
“Well…” The mighty Miss Su, stammering for once.
Su Liumeng cleared her throat and instantly straightened her expression. “Xiaoyan, have you ever heard this?”
“The three things you should never look at on a girl’s phone.”
“First, browser history. Second, the photo gallery. And the third—the most forbidden of them all…”
“Chat logs with her best friend.”
Her beautiful eyes sparkled like stars, and her voice was soft and charming with just a hint of a sinister edge.
“If someone tries to look at those chat logs… I’ll kill them.”
“Literally.”
Because once some things are leaked, someone dies—figuratively and maybe socially.
In other words, it’s a life-or-death matter.
Only one person can survive.
“If you really want to see it…” Su Liumeng was about to say something, but a voice interrupted her.
“Ugh, forget it. I don’t care anymore.”
I completely ignored her threat.
My soft little hand started patting around her body, as if searching for a hidden pocket.
Su Liumeng grabbed my mischievous hand through her skirt.
Clenching her teeth, she said, “Even if there was a pocket, it wouldn’t be in that spot.”
I looked up with a confused face. “Why not?”
Su Liumeng stared at me, eyes widening. “What kind of normal person puts hidden pockets in a skirt?”
“Eh?” I froze.
“You mean… people don’t?” I pouted, the guilt in my eyes not escaping Su Liumeng’s notice.
“So you do have a pocket under your skirt?” Su Liumeng looked incredulous—but couldn’t deny the conclusion she’d come to.
I was wearing a nightgown at the moment. Su Liumeng had strength—she easily lifted me up in one go.
“Ah—!” I cried out, blinking my big eyes.
I hadn’t even processed the fact that I was now dangling like a kitten being picked up by the scruff.
She didn’t even reach inside—her hand stayed on the outside, pressing lightly against my body. But even through the fabric, she quickly located a stiff, cold object.
Grabbing it through the cloth, Su Liumeng’s whole body tensed.
“This… what is this?”
I lowered my head like a guilty child, too scared to say anything.
Su Liumeng’s suspicions were clearly being confirmed.
She stared at my blushing face, and in a panic, reached down to directly pull the thing out from under my skirt.
“No—!” I panicked instantly, trembling as her fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
Half-melting, my voice softened into something like a whimper. “Don’t reach in, I’ll get it out myself…”
Su Liumeng finally set me down.
I knelt on the chair, my small feet curling slightly. Her breathing involuntarily grew heavier.
She watched as the girl in front of her lowered her head, slowly reached a small hand into her skirt, and then pulled out a dagger glinting with cold light. Her side-swept bangs happened to cover her eyes, as if she couldn’t bear to look at her anymore. With her head slightly turned away, she obediently extended the dagger—still carrying the warmth of her skin—toward her.
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