Chapter 23: "Junior sister, how do you know it won't work if you haven't even tried?"

As night fell, the drunken girl gradually lost her strength and fell asleep on the big cat, her face flushed and her breathing becoming gentle.

After finishing the fish, Xiao Mi felt sleepy. She hugged her with her paws, rested her head on her shoulder, and fell asleep in a ball with her.

The eldest brother tidied up the messy table, looked at the girl's sleeping face with a helpless yet gentle gaze, and scooped her out of the big cat's arms, carrying her horizontally in his arms.

Just as I was about to walk back to my room, I suddenly stopped.

He turned around and looked behind him. In the pitch-black night, the person who had been mentioned by the girl not long ago appeared here.

The young man stood beside the peach tree in the courtyard, his dark eyes staring at them silently, his gaze unfathomable, revealing no emotion.

The eldest brother chuckled lightly, "Why didn't you say anything when you arrived, junior brother?"

Xie Lingyu looked at him and slowly said, "Senior Brother, I've come to take Junior Sister home."

The eldest brother glanced at the girl in his arms, whose eyes were red from crying, paused, and then smiled, "That won't be necessary. Xiao Ying said she wants to stay here for a while. Junior brother, you should go back first."

"Oh, right."

With a flick of his finger, the senior brother caused the written divorce agreement on the table to fly to Xie Lingyu without any wind.

"Three years ago, you two were forced into marriage due to circumstances, and you had no feelings for each other. Now that Xiaoying has found someone she loves, this marriage has become an obstacle. This is a divorce agreement that Xiaoying has written. Take this, and from now on, you two will no longer have a marital relationship."

Xie Lingyu clenched the divorce agreement tightly with her knuckles, but did not open it to read it. Her dark eyes were fixed on him.

"Who is the person my junior sister likes?"

A breeze was blowing at night. The girl in his arms let out a soft moan and shifted her body, as if she was a little cold, and snuggled closer to the young man.

The eldest brother simply chuckled, "Junior brother should ask Xiaoying about this kind of thing."

The scene before my eyes was extremely jarring.

It's like a victor showing off everything he's gained.

And no matter how much he imitates—

She liked that her senior brother wore white clothes, so he never wore any other color again; she liked that her senior brother practiced swordsmanship, so he gave up his demon body's strengths to cultivate swordsmanship; her senior brother was a gentle, upright, and benevolent knight-errant, so he learned from him to become a virtuous and otherworldly gentleman who was completely different from his own nature...

—And he could never take his place in her heart.

She doesn't love him.

The person she likes is her senior brother.

Xie Lingyu clenched her fingertips, lowered her eyelashes, and concealed the obsessive and crazy look in her eyes.

"The night is cool, so I'll take Xiaoying back to rest first. Junior brother, you should go back early too."

After the eldest brother finished speaking, he turned around and stepped into the door. Before he could even step in with his other foot, the girl in his arms suddenly curled up, her face turned deathly pale, and she pressed her hand tightly to her heart, trembling.

"Xiao Ying?"

The eldest brother frowned and grabbed her wrist to check her condition.

He had already checked on her when she arrived. Her health was much better than before, and after a few more years of rest, she would be no different from an ordinary person. That's why he allowed her to indulge in drinking today.

But why is his breathing so weak all of a sudden?

The young man behind him spoke in a low voice, with a gloomy and morbid tone, like a ghost, as it passed through the night wind that clung tightly to the branches.

"...She can't live without me."

The eldest disciple seemed to suddenly realize something, his expression changed drastically, and he abruptly looked up at him, "Are you crazy? You actually want to—"

"Senior brother, I've come to take junior sister home."

The young man's voice was soft. He raised his dark eyes, which were indifferent and devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at something inanimate.

He gripped the hilt of the sword, gently drew it, and pointed the tip at his respected senior fellow disciple.

The eldest brother frowned, knowing that if he said no, Xie Lingyu's sword would strike him as if it had cleaved through the restrictions beneath his mountain.

Normally he would not be afraid, but Sang Ying's condition was very bad, and her breath was getting weaker and weaker.

He fed her the blood of the Azure Dragon for several years, which nourished her body but also made her dependent on it as if she were under a spell. The longer it went on, the stronger the backlash became. If she stopped drinking the blood, her body might not be able to withstand it.

"..."

The eldest brother sighed softly, called over the little cat that was breathing on Xie Lingyu, placed the girl on its back, and patted the little cat's head.

"good."

Xiao Mi reluctantly carried the girl over, and when she saw Xie Lingyu carrying Sang Ying away, she slapped her tail on the ground with a loud thud.

The eldest brother watched the young man's departing figure and rubbed his temples with a headache.

His junior brother is really something...

Hopefully, this experience will help their relationship progress.

He had only been slightly provoked, but the way his junior brother had looked at him just now was enough to send him to see their master.

They have no respect for elders or juniors.

I don't know what Xiaoying saw in him.

...

The room was dimly lit.

The girl in his arms drank the blood, and her complexion improved. She smacked her lips in her sleep, satisfied, and leaned back on the pillow to continue sleeping.

Xie Lingyu watched her quietly for a long time. Seeing that she was not sleeping comfortably, she reached out and untied the belt of her outer garment, helping her take off her outer garment.

Just as he pulled down her collar, a hickey suddenly appeared in his eyes, clearly visible on the girl's fair neck, deep and red.

Xie Lingyu froze abruptly, her fingertips stiffening.

The last time he kissed her, he did so from behind, afraid she would notice.

Therefore, this hickey could only have been left by someone else.

The girl suddenly turned over, and before he could loosen his grip on the fabric, he ripped it open, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin.

Including... the clear bite mark on her chest.

Such an intimate position.

Xie Lingyu stared intently at the teeth marks, her eyes growing darker and darker, her blood churning with restlessness, and her bloodlust growing stronger.

He picked up the divorce papers, opened them very gently and slowly, and took out the letter inside.

There is only one sentence inside.

...

When Sang Ying woke up from her hangover, her head felt like it was going to explode, and she had a splitting headache.

Damn it, Xiao Lingzhou just kept saying how delicious the wine was, how it could cure all sorrows, and how it would make you forget all your troubles after drinking it, but the aftereffect is that he never mentions it again.

With her head spinning, Sang Ying sat up, holding her head. A bowl of hangover tea was handed to her in one hand. Without even looking at it, she took it and gulped down a big mouthful.

After she finished drinking, the person next to her took the empty teacup from her.

"My senior brother has just come out of seclusion, and my junior sister can't wait to get rid of me, her useless husband. She is truly deeply in love with him."

Sang Ying's head was spinning, and she couldn't hear what was being said at all; it was just buzzing. But she did understand two things.

First, the person next to him is Xie Lingyu.

Secondly, his tone was so cold, colder than the air around him.

She touched her arm exposed to the cold air and looked up in a daze.

The room was dark, with no lights on and the windows closed. Only the young man's profile could be seen, partially obscured by the dim light, his eyelashes drooping, obscuring his dark eyes.

He seemed to be looking at something.

Sang Ying followed his gaze and saw that the young man was holding a thin piece of paper in his hand, his fingertips stroking it very lightly and slowly.

Sang Ying blinked a couple of times, her vision clearing slightly, and she recognized that it looked like her handwriting.

Her handwriting...could it be the divorce papers she wrote yesterday?!

Wait, what did she write yesterday?

Sang Ying held her aching head. She only remembered that yesterday she had been clamoring to write a divorce agreement. Her senior brother took out paper and pen, and she wrote large, flamboyant characters with a flourish.

After finishing writing, he picked it up and looked at it, appearing quite satisfied.

...I can't remember.

Never mind, it's not important.

Sang Ying cleared her throat. "I was planning to tell you this when you got back, but I didn't expect you to be back so soon. Just like you saw, Junior Brother, let's get a divorce."

The person beside the bed slowly raised his eyelashes. Sang Ying met his eyes. Although his gaze was calm, for some reason she suddenly shuddered and a chill ran down her spine.

"Is this what my junior sister wanted to talk to me about the other day?"

Sang Ying felt that Xie Lingyu looked a little strange.

But she nodded anyway, "Yes."

After several days of adjusting her emotions, Sang Ying was now able to maintain a calm demeanor. She took a deep breath and said, "Junior Brother, our marriage was only to deal with the crisis at the time. It's no longer necessary now. Why not end it here and not prevent each other from being with the person we love?"

"I've already settled the accounts regarding the family assets and moved out of the house, so it won't cause you any trouble."

The young man lowered his eyes and chuckled softly.

"Junior sister is quite efficient."

...You'd better hurry up and make room for your white moonlight.

Sang Ying was a little annoyed by this, and pursed her lips unhappily, but still didn't say anything. "That's about it. See if there are any problems. If there aren't any, then..."

"There is indeed a problem."

Sang Ying asked in confusion, "What problem?"

The young man before her slowly raised his eyes, his dark pupils gloomy and somber, sending a chill down Sang Ying's spine as if they were filled with ice.

He slowly approached her, his voice a stark contrast to his lifeless eyes, low and gentle, so tender it sent chills down her spine, "If I don't agree, what will my junior sister do?"

The young man in front of her felt unfamiliar to Sang Ying.

Why would Xie Lingyu have such a sinister expression? Why would she speak like that?

But the scent on him was clearly Xie Lingyu's, the sandalwood scent that she was most familiar with and that made her feel most at ease.

She unconsciously took a step back, "Junior Brother...?"

Her chin was gripped by cold knuckles and lifted up. Sang Ying met his dark eyes, which were clearly familiar, yet for a moment she felt afraid and flustered.

She tried her best to remain calm.

"Junior Brother, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

The cool fingertips gently caressed her, the young man looked down at her, slowly and softly chuckled, and his cool knuckles grasped her wrist.

"Does my junior sister really think I'm willing to play the role of your good senior brother forever, playing your boring follower game with you?"

What's the meaning……?

Sang Ying was completely bewildered. She didn't understand why Xie Lingyu had turned out like this after waking up. If it weren't for the headache from her hangover, she would have almost thought she was still asleep.

"My junior sister's affection for my senior brother is so genuine and touching. It's just a pity that I'm not a kind person who would be willing to help her achieve her goal."

The young man spoke in a calm tone, his fingers gripping her wrist tightly as he pulled her up, pinning her against the headboard, and then pressing down on her. "Since you're not satisfied, then I'll do it until you are."

The sheer bed curtains were touched, fell down, and scattered.

The small, square space seemed to have been divided up, and it was gloomy and cold, causing Sang Ying to shiver involuntarily.

She was completely bewildered by his words. What did he mean by her and her senior brother being deeply in love? And what was she dissatisfied with?

"Junior Brother..."

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her shoulder, and her collar fell loosely to her elbow. Sang Ying trembled violently, staring at the person in front of her in disbelief.

The dragon's tail, covered in smooth scales, gleamed darkly in the dim light, exuding a strong sense of oppression. With a tightening around her waist, it wrapped around her tightly, making it difficult for Sang Ying to breathe.

She was only wearing an undergarment, and now the garment had fallen to her waist, leaving only a thin undergarment with full peony patterns.

A bluish-gold pendant hung between her delicate collarbones, making her skin appear even whiter.

Last night, when Sang Ying was helping him soothe his hot flashes, she was still so embarrassed. Even though she knew he was asleep and couldn't see, she still used a belt to tie his eyes shut.

And now, right now... I've seen it all.

Sang Ying felt as if her whole body was on fire, her blood surging.

Xie Lingyu, what is Xie Lingyu doing?!

Her mind was in a mess. She pulled at her clothes to cover herself and instinctively tried to back away, but something dragged her ankle, making a clattering sound.

She looked down and saw a gold chain fastened to her ankle, the other end of which was attached to the foot of the bed.

...? ? ?

For the two seconds that Sang Ying was stunned, she felt a chill on her neck as the young man's fingers gripped the back of her neck and his body pressed against hers.

His breath fell on her neck, his fingertips caressed her twice, and then a sharp pain shot through her as he opened his mouth and bit her collarbone.

The dragon tail wrapped around her waist moved, slipping under the hem of her inner garment. A few tufts of white hair at the tip of the tail brushed against her delicate skin, causing Sang Ying to shudder.

This feeling was unfamiliar and strange, especially the unfamiliar Xie Lingyu, which made her panic. Her already drunken and confused mind was filled with unease and panic.

Sang Ying tried her best to break free, but how could she possibly be a match for the young man? He easily grabbed her two slender white wrists with one hand, raised them above her head, and pressed them against the bedpost.

"Thanks……"

The young man's breath left his neck, slowly moved down, brushed past the cyan-gold pendant, and landed in front of the peony.

Sang Ying didn't understand these things before, but she recently realized that this is something that only those who practice together can do.

Realizing what he was about to do, Sang Ying panicked more and more, shouting incoherently, "Xie Lingyu! If you keep doing this, I'm going to hate you! I'll never talk to you again!!"

He appeared angry and indignant, full of imposing manner, but in reality, he was just a paper tiger, all bark and no bite, his body still trembling uncontrollably.

But this childish threat seemed to actually work, and the young man stopped.

However, the effect only lasts for a few seconds.

The young man gently touched the peony blossoms with his fingertips, pulling them down slightly. His dark eyes were fixed on the bite mark on Yingbai's chest, and his voice was very soft.

"Then hate me if you want, junior sister, you'd better hate me for a long time."

Cool lips landed on a burning heart.

It's very itchy.

But the temperature was exceptionally clear.

Sang Ying trembled all over. The person in front of her was someone she liked, and they were so close, but she didn't feel any happiness or joy at that moment. Instead, a sour pain welled up in her heart.

She didn't understand what he was doing. He already had someone he liked, so why was he doing this to her?

She didn't understand the meaning of all the nonsensical things he had been saying since she woke up.

All she knew was that he had become so unfamiliar, completely unlike Xie Lingyu.

"Xie Lingyu..."

Tears streamed down his chin and fell onto the young man's fingers.

He paused slightly, looked up, and saw that the girl's beautiful, clear eyes were filled with tears, her eyes filled with hurt and disbelief, staring blankly at him, as if she had been betrayed by someone she had always been accustomed to and relied on.

"..."

The hand on her neck was removed and covered her eyes.

When you can't see, your senses become clearer. Sang Ying heard his voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

"Junior sister is really good at cheating."

"You were the one who brought me back to Minghua Mountain, wanting me to be your tail, always following behind you. When you got tired of me, you just threw me away. And now you're turning around and showing this kind of expression."

Sang Ying was taken aback. "When did I throw you away..." Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly remembered the divorce.

"You mean divorce?"

As if she had vaguely grasped something, Sang Ying opened her mouth: "But when I said I wanted a divorce, it was clearly because... um!"

Suddenly, her lips were sealed shut, and Sang Ying couldn't utter a single word. His kiss was fierce, as if he didn't want to hear her speak. He bit her lips and tongue, swallowing all her breath, and the rich scent of sandalwood filled her mouth.

Everything was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything. Sang Ying leaned against the cold bedpost, her shoulders exposed to the chilly air, shivering.

Such a fierce kiss left Sang Ying feeling uneasy and helpless.

It also reminded her of the kiss in that fantasy, which was just as possessive and made her feel breathless.

Even the tiny, delicate movements of gently sucking on the tip of her tongue were exactly the same.

The Xie Lingyu in that illusion felt unfamiliar to her.

But what if...that's not an illusion?

Tears welled up in Sang Ying's eyes, wetting his palm. She was so overwhelmed by his kiss that she couldn't breathe and her head was spinning. She sobbed and pushed him away, but he finally let her go.

The young man lingered, lightly kissing the corner of her lips. Watching her breathe heavily, he laughed, "We haven't even started yet, and you're already impatient, junior sister?"

The pronunciation of "no" was slightly emphasized.

As Sang Ying listened, her dazed mind suddenly recalled the contents of the divorce agreement she had written while drunk the night before, consisting of only a few large, flamboyant characters.

"—Xie Lingyu is no good, I'm not satisfied."

His fingertips gently caressed her waist, his soft breaths falling on her ear, gloomy and sickly, "Junior sister, how do you know it won't work if you haven't tried?"

He bit her fair earlobe, grabbed her hand and pulled it to the dragon's tail, covering it with his hand. He whispered, as if seducing her or murmuring to himself, "Junior sister, after trying mine, who knows, she might not like senior brother anymore."

Sang Ying's eyes were covered and she couldn't see, but she could feel her hand being pulled and landing on the little green dragon's tail through a layer of clothing.

A month ago, she still wouldn't have understood, but after reading the joint cultivation method sent by the Master of Caixia Cave, she completely understood.

Almost instantly after realizing that what was in her palm was the tail of a little green dragon, Sang Ying's ears burned and her face turned as red as a shrimp.

Xie Lingyu actually let her touch his tail, shameless!

"Damn Xie Lingyu! Whoever wants to try, let go of my hand!"

She was both embarrassed and angry. While trying to pull her hand back, she scolded him, "And are you out of your mind today?! You keep saying 'senior brother, senior brother,' when have I ever been truly in love with senior brother?"

The young man finally stopped, raised his eyelashes to look at her, pursed his lips slightly, and lowered his dark eyes.

"...Aren't you Senior Brother Xin Yue?"

Sang Ying was annoyed, but finally managed to pull his hand away and see the light again.

"When did I say I had feelings for Senior Brother? Senior Brother has taken care of me like a mother since I was a child. I only have respect and love for him!"

Xie Lingyu stared at her with his dark eyes, and indeed saw only anger at being misunderstood and mixed feelings of annoyance in the girl's eyes.

He paused, then asked, "Then why do you want a divorce?"

It would have been better if she hadn't brought it up, because the mere mention of it fueled Sang Ying's rage, making her feel like she was about to explode.

"Why? Isn't it to make room for you and your beloved of many years, to give you two a chance?"

Xie Lingyu frowned. "What?"

Enraged by him, Sang Ying disregarded her shyness, pulled up her clothes, found the glass mirror, and pulled out those tragic love stories about them, then threw them in his face.

"You're still pretending you don't know? Look at what's going on outside. I'm now an ugly stumbling block in your beautiful love story, and a really wicked one at that. I'm just short of murdering, arson, and stealing someone's wife."

Xie Lingyu quickly finished reading, her brows furrowing even deeper. She looked up and asked, "You believe this?"

Sang Ying leaned back with her arms crossed, exuding an air of authority that seemed to be lecturing her husband who was out fooling around. She raised her small face and asked, "Why don't you believe me? What, are you going to say that all of this is fake?"

"We met as children and fell in love at first sight. We made a promise to protect each other with a protective scale when we were young. We were separated for several years and then unexpectedly reunited. Is all of this a lie?"

The young man fell silent.

Sang Ying thought he had been hit where it hurt and was speechless. She snorted coldly, pointed at his nose and started cursing: "People told me that men are all driven by their lower bodies. I didn't believe it at the time, but now I see it's true. You clearly have a girl you like, yet you can still do this to other girls. Xie Lingyu, you bastard!"

"Sang Ying".

Sang Ying looked at him, "What, was I wrong to call you that? Pervert, lecher, scoundrel!"

“When you took me back to Minghua Mountain, I was only injured and unconscious, not suffering from amnesia.”

Sang Ying: "So?"

"So, if I truly loved that person and considered her my dearest, why haven't I gone to see her even once in all these years?"

Sang Ying hesitated for a moment, then frowned and said, "Who knows if you looked for it or not? If you went to look for it secretly without telling anyone, how would anyone know? Maybe you looked for it but didn't find it!"

"OK."

The young man's expression remained unchanged, still calm. Sang Ying was about to get angry when she heard this, but he suddenly grabbed her hand that was covering her clothes and gently pulled it away.

He picked up the turquoise pendant around her neck with his fingertips, his tone indifferent.

"Then, junior sister, could you explain why the protective scale that I promised to that person when we were young is now on your neck?"

Sang Ying: "...?"

She looked down and saw a beautiful, delicate crescent-shaped pendant lying between the young man's fingers, its color a translucent bluish-gold.

This was a gift from Xie Lingyu when she came of age. The pendant on the necklace looked like an ordinary little seashell. At the time, she complained that he was not thoughtful and just picked up a seashell on the beach and gave it to her.

As his spiritual energy fluctuated, the pendant around his neck resonated with him.

Sang Ying sensed his heartbeat, steady and strong, which meant... this was indeed his protective scale.

Sang Ying was confused again. The Heart-Protecting Scale was with her, so what was the story behind the rumor that he gave it to Shen Ying? Moreover, in her awakened memories, it was clearly just like the rumor said.

"I never met her when I was young. I only met her once in the ancient secret realm two years ago. There was no romantic relationship between us," the young man said calmly.

Sang Ying stared at him suspiciously.

"You really don't like Shen Ying?"

The young man looked at her quietly. "If giving a heart-protecting scale is a promise of love, then junior sister, who do you think I like?"

Sang Ying's heart skipped a beat.

Was he... was he confessing his feelings to her?

But who likes someone like that? He locked the person in a dark room as soon as he sobered up, and without saying a word, he wanted to practice together. How can this be like liking someone? He's clearly a lawless madman.

It was only because he was Xie Lingyu that she didn't report him to the Immortal Alliance and have him arrested.

Sang Ying fidgeted with her fingers for a while, then suddenly said seriously, "Do you think it's possible that there's more than one Heart-Protecting Scale, and you just give one to whoever you like?"

Xie Lingyu: "..."

The young man fell silent again. Sang Ying watched him lower his eyes and silently loosen his collar. Her heart tightened and she panicked again, remembering how she had touched the little green dragon's tail not long ago. "Speak properly, why are you taking off your clothes!"

Fortunately, Xie Lingyu only loosened the clasp slightly, pulling it down to reveal her chest.

Then he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his. Spiritual energy surged, and Sang Ying saw in her divine sense that one of the Azure Dragon's dense scales was missing—the very scale she was wearing.

Now that the evidence was conclusive, Sang Ying was still uneasy. It was more difficult to believe that Xie Lingyu, who had always maintained a respectful relationship with her as a fellow disciple for years, actually liked her than to believe that the war between immortals and demons was about to begin tomorrow.

This is so strange, Xie Lingyu actually likes her?

She muttered, "Maybe it's grown back again."

"Then we'll have to resort to the last method."

The young man before him remained indifferent, calmly continuing to undress. "The Azure Dragon clan, upon reaching adulthood, only desires to cultivate together with someone they love, so as long as..."

Sang Ying grabbed his hand and held it down tightly.

Her eyes were firm: "I believe you. You love me."

Xie Lingyu looked up at her: "Junior sister, you've already made up your mind without even verifying it?"

Sang Ying nodded vigorously.

"What if they deny it later?"

Sang Ying gritted her teeth, "Then I'll let you do whatever you want with me. Alright, what kind of appearance is this? Hurry up and put your clothes on."

The young man then straightened his collar.

Sang Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and the jumbled thoughts in her mind slowly came together, gradually becoming clear.

Let's put aside the matter of the white moonlight for now.

Xie Lingyu disagreed with the divorce and even said he liked her... So he mistakenly thought she liked the senior brother and was jealous?

Seeing her divorce papers that said he was no good, he locked her up in a dark room, wanting to practice with her to prove himself.

But Xie Lingyu's behavior just now was too strange, completely different from usual, which frightened her. She still felt lingering fear when she thought about it now.

Sang Ying glanced at Xie Lingyu. The young man seemed no different from usual, with a calm expression and serene dark eyes.

She tentatively said, "Xie Lingyu, I'm hungry and want to eat something."

The young man glanced at her, got up and went outside. When he came back, he brought in a steaming hot breakfast, all of which were Sang Ying's favorite dishes.

Sang Ying ate while stealing glances at his expression. The young man calmly looked at her and asked, "Not to your liking?"

Sang Ying shook her head and continued drinking her soup.

It seems everything is fine now, and she's back to being the Xie Lingyu she always was.

...Perhaps he hit his head?

After finishing her meal, Sang Ying put down her bowl and rinsed her mouth.

After the meal, she calmed down. Xie Lingyu said that he liked her and had nothing to do with Shen Ying, which did not match her memory or the rumors circulating outside.

The Heart-Protecting Scale was indeed with her, which was enough to corroborate Xie Lingyu's words. So she wanted to ask the other party involved in this matter what her version of events was.

Once she resolves this matter, considering that he gave her the precious Heart-Protecting Scale, well, it's not impossible for her to consider... whether she should confess to him that she actually likes him.

Sang Ying's ears burned slightly at the thought, and she picked at her fingers. "Xie Lingyu, I need to go out for a bit. How do I untie this chain... eh?"

My body felt light, and suddenly I was lifted up.

Sang Ying was immersed in the scent of sandalwood as he carried her back to the inner room. The gold chain dragged on the ground with a soft clatter as they sat down on the couch.

"Junior sister, have you misunderstood something?"

The young man embraced her, his chin resting on the crook of her neck from behind, his lazy voice soft and deep.

In an instant, that chilling shiver returned to her skin, and Sang Ying couldn't help but shudder.

"When did I say I was going to let my junior sister go?"

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I'm not pretending anymore. [doge emoji with rose in hand]