Without waiting for her to answer, he lowered his head and sealed her lips. The kiss started out very gently, sucking her lower lip lightly as if to please her.
But soon, his tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, and with the scent of red wine and mint, he penetrated her. In between breaths, he murmured vaguely: "...Anyway, my sister loves me the most..."
Wu Meng's breathing became disordered as he kissed her, and her fingers unconsciously inserted into his soft hair. The hand that originally wanted to push him away eventually turned into a hug.
The moonlight streamed in through the French windows, casting a silver halo over the two entangled people. This night was clearly still very long.
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Hua Jinyue walked barefoot on the Calacatta marble floor imported from Italy. The cold touch made her curl her toes unconsciously.
The morning light filtered through the gauze curtains of the French windows, casting dappled shadows on her light yellow silk nightgown. She tiptoed into the kitchen like a stealthy cat, her long black hair still warm from the quilt, a few strands sticking up unruly, gleaming softly in the morning light.
"elder brother..."
She deliberately dragged out the last syllable of her voice, which was soft and mellow, as if she had just woken up, but her eyes were already fixed on the plate of freshly baked macarons on the counter.
The pink raspberry macarons glowed attractively in the morning light, and the surface of the frosting was so delicate that it looked like it was covered with a layer of fresh snow.
Ye Qingliu didn't even raise his head, his slender fingers holding the egg beater steadily, and the egg liquid in the bowl formed a perfect vortex with his movements.
"Go put on your slippers."
His voice was as cold as ever, yet it carried the gentleness that was unique to the morning.
"Oh..." she said, but her feet moved involuntarily towards the macarons. The hem of her silk nightgown swayed gently with her movements, shimmering in the morning light.
The tip of her nose twitched slightly as she greedily sniffed the sweet aroma in the air - the buttery scent of almond croissants, the sweet frosting of macarons, and the faint scent of cedar on her brother.
"Are you making raspberry filling today?" she asked casually, her fingertips already quietly reaching for the dessert plate.
Ye Qingliu finally turned around and used the egg beater in his hand to accurately block her restless fingers.
"Go wash up first." His eyes fell on her messy hair, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses. "You haven't even combed your hair."
Hua Jinyue curled her lips and was about to protest when she caught a glimpse of his back as he turned to get some milk. This was a golden opportunity! She quickly picked up a macaron, the warm treat trembling slightly between her fingers.
She couldn't wait to stuff the whole macaron into her mouth. The crispy shell made a slight "crunch" sound between her teeth, and the sweet and sour raspberry jam instantly burst in her mouth. The perfect blend of macaron and the sourness of the jam made her squint her eyes happily.
"Moon dip."
A low voice sounded above her head. She opened her eyes suddenly and found that Ye Qingliu was standing in front of her without her knowing when, holding the plush slippers she had forgotten to wear.
He looked down at her, a half-smile in his eyes behind the glasses.
"Which one is it?" he asked.
She puffed out her cheeks like a hamster caught stealing food and replied incoherently, "The first one! Really!"
Ye Qingliu sighed softly and reached out to wipe the icing off the corners of her mouth. His fingertips were warm, with the scent of vanilla from making desserts.
"Little liar." His voice was filled with indulgence. "This is the third one today."
The morning light gently enveloped the kitchen, gilding the siblings' figures with a golden edge. Hua Jinyue tilted her head upward, gazing at her brother's handsome face so close. Suddenly, she tugged at his tie, and he bowed his head slightly in agreement. She stuffed the remaining half of a macaron into his mouth.
"Brother, try it too," she said with a smile, "It's super delicious!"
Ye Qingliu was caught off guard, the sweet frosting melting between his lips and teeth. He shook his head helplessly, but still reached out and rubbed her messy hair. "Go sit down, breakfast will be ready soon."
Hua Jinyue nodded with a smile, and ran towards the restaurant, her bare feet leaving a string of cheerful footsteps on the marble floor.
Halfway through her run, she turned back, grabbed two macarons, and under Ye Qingliu's helpless gaze, she slipped away triumphantly like a kitten that had stolen a fish.
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