"How can I give you charity? To give you the confidence to be narcissistic... is that alright?"

"..."

"Or let me tell you, sometimes... you're not actually acting out a scene."

Mu Yiran had never confessed her feelings, and her words were hesitant and stammering. She was almost overwhelmed by shyness and embarrassment, but she was not the type to hold back.

Perhaps it was because of Shi Youxi's innocent yet sincere kneeling and bowing to her parents at the cemetery yesterday, or perhaps it was because of his shadow that had been supporting her all day, but she suddenly understood what her feelings for Shi Youxi were like.

Once you've decided you want to get closer, be open and honest about it.

Perhaps that initial attraction arose at the wrong time, but now that time has turned back, those who shouldn't have met are together again, and the attraction still exists—

What did she have to hesitate about?

Mu Yiran's hands were trembling, but she still spoke earnestly:

"I like you, Shi Youxi. I liked you before, and I still like you now."

"It's a different kind of liking than when you were a child."

"You're not being narcissistic—"

The unfinished words disappeared into the sticky swallowing sounds.

“…”

Shi Youxi kissed her fiercely, pinching her chin and wildly and domineeringly sweeping and sucking her mouth.

Mu Yiran was so agitated by his rough and indiscriminate biting that tears streamed down her face.

"Um...wait a minute! Time...stop..."

"Ugh..."

Shi Youxi didn't listen, or perhaps he wasn't listening at all. He grabbed the back of her head and turned her head back, not allowing her to escape at all. His tongue probed very deep, making Mu Yiran's tongue numb and painful, and her saliva kept overflowing to the corners of her mouth.

He stepped back a little, pecked the corners of his mouth a few times, and then squeezed back in.

She didn't know how long they had been kissing, but Mu Yiran was feeling dizzy. Her hands were grabbing at each other haphazardly when she accidentally pulled on Shi Youxi's tie.

"Well!"

"Huff—" Mu Yiran gasped for breath, "Holy crap... are you made of iron?!"

Shi Youxi chuckled a few times, gripped her neck, and felt her rapidly beating pulse beneath his hand.

"...He jumped really fast, it didn't seem like he was joking."

Shi Youxi slid her hand down and pressed it against her heart. "Sister, say it to me again, okay? Say it again."

"Say it again, just one more time!"

Like someone who's just tasted candy for the first time and is now demanding more, he pleads with her in a soft voice, trying to coax her. Mu Yiran keeps her mouth shut, refusing to look at this devilish man. This kind of shame is enough once; there's no need for more…

Mu Yiran suddenly paused, startled by something she felt on her chest, and then looked down.

At that moment, Youxi's hands were trembling.

The tremor was comparable to that of someone with Parkinson's disease.

"..."

"Are you nervous?" Mu Yiran asked somewhat absurdly.

"Shi Youxi, is this the first time someone has confessed their feelings to you?!" The question was tinged with a hint of mockery and ridicule.

Shi Youxi glanced at his right hand, then pressed it against her forehead. Both of their eyes were filled with each other's gaze.

Both of their faces were red.

He accepted her teasing without hesitation, even looking rather smug, muttering:

"It looks fake..."

"My sister told me she liked me." He looked at the woman expectantly. "I never dared to dream of something this big."

“…”

Perhaps the pleading and cautiousness in his eyes were too obvious, and Mu Yiran couldn't help but soften her heart, letting out a soft sigh, "...How many times do I have to say it before you think it doesn't seem fake?"

Shi Youxi blinked: "I..."

“I like you,” Mu Yiran said.

Upon hearing this, Shi Youxi's sharp phoenix eyes widened, and for a moment he looked as naive as he did when he was a child, staring at her intently.

"I like Shi Youxi."

Mu Yiran's gaze was fixed on his thin lips, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she leaned in to gently touch them.

"That's how much I like you."

“…”

"Did you feel it, Shi Youxi?"

"..."

Each word the woman spoke seemed to strike his heart, heavy yet rippling repeatedly.

"Really..."

Shi Youxi slammed his head heavily against her chest, his expression one of utmost devotion and disbelief: "...Sister is going crazy."

"..."

Mu Yiran hugged the hairy head with some disgust, feeling a tightness in his chest as he pressed it down. "You weren't exactly normal to begin with!"

Shi Youxi rubbed against her chest, looked up with red eyes, and seemed to be insane.

"Sister...please fuck me."

"??!"

This was the first time Mu Yiran had heard such a niche term.

Before she could react, Shi Youxi had already pulled her up and pressed her onto the sofa next to the restaurant.

Mu Yiran's face instantly turned pale, "Shi Youxi!"

Shi Youxi pinched her ankle, his hand sliding into the loose leg of her pants.

"Shi Youxi! Don't go crazy!"

"You want to be childless?! You just had surgery yesterday!"

"Then let me kiss you!"

Let me kiss you!

"Sister, sister..."

Shi Youxi stubbornly pressed her down, his eyes incredibly dark, and the heat in them made Mu Yiran tremble all over.

Mu Yiran was at a loss. The man pulled her up and she pulled her down, but then he changed his approach and took her hand to pull at his own clothes.

"Please love my sister."

"…you!"

Damn it! That darn beauty!

Reason had reached its limit here; Shi Youxi, panting with excitement, lowered her head—

"etc!"

Mu Yiran grabbed his tie and pulled his upper body towards her; at that moment, the tie looked like a chain hanging around the man's neck.

She gasped for breath, raised her chin, and asked, "You... haven't answered that question yet."

"Will you obey orders when the time is right?"

"..."

Shi Youxi paused, lowered his head to kiss the back of her hand, and laughed wildly, each word spoken with utmost care:

"How fortunate I am to have found a home."

"Shi Youxi, resolutely obey."

"..."

The phone rang in the living room. Uncle Lin answered it, but he wasn't sure how to answer, so he decided to ask Shi Youxi first.

Holding the freshly made cake, I had just stepped into the restaurant's front porch when a suppressed yet clear groan escaped my lips.

"ah!"

"Don't!"

Uncle Lin stood there dumbfounded until he heard the man's soothing words, tinged with swallowing, "Here? Or here?"

"Sister, I'm about to burst..."

"!!!!"

The sixty-year-old man immediately turned bright red, almost staining his white hair. Holding a small cake, he quickly ran to the entrance of the yard. Lin Bo, panting, didn't forget to close all the curtains in the villa and lock the door.

He turned and made eye contact with the gardening aunt.

"..."

"Old Lin, weren't you going to deliver a cake to Madam? Oh dear, why did you bring it out? It'll melt in the sun!"

Uncle Lin didn't hear him either, and just grinned foolishly at the French windows with the curtains tightly closed: "Young Master and Madam are busy."

"??"

"Hehe, busy! Being busy is good!"

"Being busy is good!"

Aunt:"…"

Yes, this happens a lot in classes; it's not normal!

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[Due to certain reasons, I will write it all at once and upload it before summer break.]