A young man in China wields twin swords—one to sever souls, the other to slay evil. Though a bit lacking in morals, he’s not entirely beyond redemption.
With his half-demon heritage, he carve...
Ruo Qingyan watched for a while before Qian Lingyu pulled her away:
"Come quick, we haven't finished defeating that boss yet!"
"oh oh..."
After all, she's my husband's older cousin, my maternal cousin, so it's hard to refuse!
In the middle of the night, Ruo Qingwu yawned and whispered:
"I'm going to bed now, I'm so sleepy."
So he put down the game controller, got up first, and, too lazy to wash up, lay down on Qian Lingyu's bed behind him and fell asleep immediately.
Ruo Qingyan turned around and glanced back, then pursed her lips and said:
"Lingyu, shall we rest?"
"Ah, I'll wait a bit. You should go and rest if you're tired~"
"Um!"
Just as Ruo Qingwu was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt the bed move, and then someone crawled into the bed.
She was startled and stared wide-eyed, only to find Ruo Qingyan looking at her with her beautiful eyes blinking.
Did I wake you up?
If Qingyan spoke softly, her older sister realized what she meant and shook her head:
"It's okay, I wasn't sleeping anyway."
If only a light smile could be heard:
Goodnight, sis.
She then closed her eyes. Ruo Qingwu looked at Ruo Qingyan, who had her eyes closed, with a complicated expression.
She couldn't understand: after all these years, didn't Ruo Qingyan harbor any resentment towards her?
At first, Ruo Qingwu felt very uncomfortable and found it strange to hear her call her "sister" repeatedly, but later she gradually felt Ruo Qingyan's sincerity.
To be honest, she still harbored some resentment towards Ruo Qingyan and was in a state of conflict. Half of what she had done before was an act, and the other half was an instinct triggered by the call of her blood.
The more Ruo Qingyan acted this way, the more uncomfortable she felt.
Why...do you make it seem like I'm the one in the wrong?
Ruo Qingwu sighed softly, then closed her eyes weakly.
In the middle of the night, Ruo Qingwu felt like she couldn't breathe, as if a pig was pressing on her chest.
This made her look down in confusion, and she saw her dear sister, nestled against her pillow, fast asleep with a smile on her lips. "What kind of sleeping position is that?" she thought. Suddenly, she realized something. "Goodness, do you and Fengling always sleep like this?"