Mu Yiran froze for a moment, and only after confirming that it was indeed Shi Youxi did she walk to the boy's side. She turned around and turned on the wall lamp of the restaurant by the island counter. "Why aren't you sleeping and hiding here scaring people? Why aren't you turning on the light—" Mu Yiran rambled on, when suddenly a long and strong hand wrapped around her waist and hugged her tightly.
Mu Yiran suddenly contracted her stomach and exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing? Let go!"
"No, I feel uncomfortable, I feel uncomfortable, Auntie..."
Shi Youxi didn't let go. He pressed his whole body against her, resting his head on her soft, slender back. His nostrils were filled with her faint fragrance, and he could even trace the delicate butterfly bones of her face.
Only then did his tense body slowly relax.
Mu Yiran's attention was diverted, and she asked nervously, "Where does it hurt? Do you have a fever again? Let me see."
She felt like she was being nudged by a large dog. The boy looked thin, but he was muscular and incredibly heavy on Mu Yiran. His grip on her waist was so tight that it felt like a giant dog was pressing down on her.
"Hurry up!" she urged, patting the hand on her waist. After a while, the boy behind her loosened his grip.
Mu Yiran turned around, gently lifting the boy's head by stroking his defined jawline. "You're sweating a lot. Do you have a fever?"
Shi Youxi let her touch his face, her bangs were lifted, the sweat on his forehead was wiped away, and she used the back of her hand to take his temperature.
So comfortable…
Shi Youxi tilted his head back and closed his eyes, occasionally nuzzling the woman's soft hand with his head.
His hands were still loosely holding his sister's waist, and through the fabric, he could feel her twisting waist from time to time.
So soft, so delicate, he wrapped his arms around it in one go.
"You're so cold! How long have you been sitting here? It must be really uncomfortable. Don't you know to call out to someone?"
Mu Yiran felt around for a while but still couldn't tell if he had a fever. "Let's take his temperature. Luckily, I got the medicine this afternoon."
Mu Yiran went to the living room to find the medicine box, secretly praising Guan Shiyan for being so awesome. Professionals are different; he could tell at a glance that Shi Youxi's fever wasn't serious but it was troublesome.
"I didn't have a fever."
The boy followed behind her and said in a low voice.
"Why are you feeling unwell if you don't have a fever?"
He dreamt of that person, which triggered a sudden emotional reaction. In order not to wake Mu Yiran from her sleep, he came to the restaurant by himself to calm down.
I never expected my sister to wake up.
The sedative she had just taken had taken effect, and Shi Youxi was feeling much better.
"Hiss... Why isn't there a thermometer?" Mu Yiran rummaged through the medicine box, which was fully stocked with medicines, but there was no thermometer.
It's too late now, and it's not convenient to bother Uncle Lin. He knows best where these items are.
“Then we don’t need a thermometer,” Shi Youxi suddenly said from behind.
"How do I know if you have a fever or not without a reason—" Suddenly, a force pushed her arm and waist, and Mu Yiran was turned around. Before she could move, the boy in front of her leaned down and pressed against her.
Forehead to forehead.
"That's how you find out."
"I didn't lie to you, did I? It wasn't burned."
"..."
Shi Youxi's bangs were scattered, some of them sticking to Mu Yiran's skin, like an electric current pricking her limbs.
The boy's tall, broad back completely blocked her view, and in an instant, Mu Yiran felt a sense of oppression emanating from Shi Youxi.
She was a complete stranger to her…
Mu Yiran turned her head away uncomfortably and took a step to the side; she and Shi Youxi had just been too close.
Mu Yiran closed her eyes in distress, feeling that she needed to change her habit of making advances towards Shi Youxi at the drop of a hat.
"This...where did you learn such an unreliable method?"
"Let's be more scientific in the future."
Upon hearing this, a smile flashed in Shi Youxi's eyes. "An older sister taught me this before. She said it's very scientific."
"Don't listen to her nonsense. You're such a gullible little kid." Mu Yiran wrinkled her nose. "Have you taken your fever reducer? Take one."
The two sat down on the sofa. Shi Youxi obediently did as she asked and drank a large glass of hot water. Seeing that the boy was dressed in thin clothes, Mu Yiran urged him to go upstairs.
The two stood side by side on the solid wood ladder. Mu Yiran looked at his handsome nose and suddenly asked, "Why did you just call me 'sister'?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Shi Youxi stopped in his tracks, and Mu Yiran also stopped. The two looked at each other at the top of the second-floor staircase.
"Is it not allowed?" Shi Youxi said slowly, "You're really not that much older than me, wouldn't it make you look younger if you called me 'sister'?"
"Ten years older is not much older? If this were ancient times, I might already have a son your age."
Shi Youxi frowned; he didn't like what he had said.
If the older sister has her own child, will she be closest to her own child and ignore him/her?
For no apparent reason, Shi Youxi felt an intense, inexplicable sense of irritation.
The thought that this child would become one with her sister, bound by blood and flesh, would give her the deepest bond with her own child.
This bond made Shi Youxi... jealous.
Most importantly.
Who does she want to be with to form this bond?
What's so good about getting married?
Like his father and mother, they were simply torturing each other.
Every thought made Shi Youxi feel restless and anxious.
Mu Yiran, unaware of the boy's thoughts, said to herself, "You'll get used to it after a while. It doesn't sound good to outsiders. You can continue to call me Auntie or Aunt Cheng."
"Can't I just call it at home...?" Shi Youxi didn't understand why she was making such a clear distinction in other places.
But if she doesn't like it, Shi Youxi can change it; he will do as his sister asks.
But he didn't like the title; it felt like a barrier separating Shi Youxi from him.
So, "I only call her that at home, but I still call her 'Auntie' when I'm out."
Mu Yiran didn't understand: "Why are you making such a fuss over a title?"
The two people stood in the aisle, the wall lamp casting long shadows that eventually intertwined.
The boy's beautiful phoenix eyes were like a spring reflecting the moon, so full that they almost submerged the moon in the spring, making it sink to the bottom of the spring forever.
“I used to have an older sister when I was little.”
“…” Mu Yiran’s words caught in her throat as she stared blankly at Shi Youxi.
“But then she left, and I missed her very much.” Shi Youxi gazed at Mu Yiran. “When I first saw Auntie, I thought that older sister had come back.”
".....you"
"To me, Auntie is like that older sister." Shi Youxi leaned closer to her, his slender fingers tracing up the woman's little finger, inserting into each of her fingers, tightening, and interlocking.
"May I."
"Sister, please say yes."
The boy grabbed her hand and shook it repeatedly, and after a moment of stunned silence, Mu Yiran felt waves of tingling and numbness in her heart.
How could she possibly refuse?
"Call me whatever you want, as long as we're not around." She didn't need to be so nervous; it was just a name, and besides, it was something Mu Yiran owed him.
Shi Youxi was overjoyed and rushed over, "Really?!"
"Really, really, stop fooling around, what time is it, go to sleep." Mu Yiran grabbed his hair twice and pushed him towards the room.
Mu Yiran turned and walked towards her room, but several footsteps followed behind her.
Mu Yiran turned around and saw Shi Youxi standing expectantly behind her.
"what?"
Shi Youxi hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "I can't sleep."
"so?"
"So, can I sleep with my sister?"
Mu Yiran: "......." She raised her hand to slap the boy's arm a few times, but he quickly changed his mind, "Then you coax me, you coax me to sleep."
As soon as Shi Youxi finished speaking, someone kicked him in the buttocks. The woman growled in a low voice, "I think you don't want to sleep!"
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