"Yaoyao, are you flirting with me?"

The young man's smiling voice rang out in the air, and Tong Su suddenly froze.

She turned around abruptly.

The room was only lit by a desk lamp, so it was too dark. As a result, the light at the doorway was insufficient, and the outline of the person could only be vaguely seen.

Tall, slender, and lean.

The dim light from the wall lamps in the corridor cast a somber shadow on the young man's face. The light was too cold, yet it illuminated a handsome, smiling face, like a fleeting spark of light on a frigid winter night, melting away the icy loneliness in his heart.

He stepped into the bedroom, still covered in dust from his journey, his coat draped over his shoulders, and his suit slightly wrinkled from the long flight. But it was these distinct wrinkles that gave the almost dreamlike scene a sense of reality.

Tong Su's heart pounded!

Even though he had just spoken, she still couldn't quite believe it. Although they had only been apart for a few days, when she suddenly looked back, it felt like the sun and moon had been out for far too long.

So much so that even now, as he stands right in front of her, she dares not recognize him. Watching his cold face soften with a faint smile as he walks closer, her hands clench tightly.

"……elder brother?"

She blinked blankly, then subconsciously propelled her wheelchair toward the young man.

The young man's cold and aloof demeanor clashed with the pink lace decorations of the princess room, yet he remained unperturbed.

Even when he saw her expression of surprise and disbelief, a hint of excited shrewishness appeared between his brows.

Like a bloodthirsty beast that has stumbled into a paradise, licking its claws, it reveals a smile of feigned kindness and gentleness to its stumbling prey.

"It's me. What, you don't recognize me?"

He chuckled, stepped forward, and opened his arms to pull her tightly into his embrace.

The young man's arms tightened around her, his grip urgent, domineering, and possessive, yet even as he pressed her into his very bones, he carefully avoided her injured arms and legs. "It's only been a few days, have you already forgotten me?"

He rested his chin on her shoulder, his large hand pressing on her waist, which was slender and boneless, so delicate that it seemed as if it would break with the slightest touch—too fragile, too adorable, making one want to imprison her in a golden cage, cover her with layers of curtains, and hide her deep in the courtyard, so that only he could see her.

However, it is not possible.

She loves freedom, the freedom of being unrestrained. Even if there are storms and hardships outside, she would never become a bird in a gilded cage.

Since that's the case.

Then so.

She could annihilate all the raging storms and break all the swords and blades before they fell into place. She could walk freely without ever encountering any danger again.

For example—those few audacious thugs!

Behind her back, the young man finally tore off the mask of his gentle older brother persona, a flash of sinister rage and murderous intent crossing his brows.

Tongsu bit her lip, tried to reach out and hug him back, rested her head on his chest, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

She rubbed her cheek against his chest: "How could this be... But brother, it's only been a few days, why are you back already? Are you done with everything? Dad said it was very troublesome—"

The suit jacket felt rough, and her cheek stung a little. She shrugged and quickly pulled back.

Nan Yun Shen simply reached back and quickly unbuttoned her clothes, then casually tossed her expensive haute couture trench coat and suit onto the floor before scooping her up in his arms.