Chapter 70: If Reversal: Coveting His Sister.
After Xiao Sangying finished speaking, she looked at him expectantly, her wet eyes shining with hope.
As soon as she finished speaking, the boy in front of her frowned slightly, his dark eyes fixed on her. Xiao Sangying immediately clenched her sleeves nervously, with a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next second I heard his cold voice.
"no."
Her heart sank, and the tears in her eyes deepened.
Xiao Sangying tried to persuade him, extending her clean hands and arms, and said in a hesitant voice, "I'm clean."
Xie Lingyu said calmly, "That's not the reason why I can't. Humans value the separation of men and women and the importance of purity. Ancient books even have rules that boys and girls should not sit together after the age of seven, so you can't sleep with me."
Xiao Sangying had never heard of such a rule before and was completely bewildered, not understanding why.
But seeing that the boy was about to carry her back to her room, she panicked and grabbed his arm, "I... I'm not seven years old yet, I still have a month left!"
Xie Lingyu looked down at her. The little girl was clinging tightly to his arm, her eyes were moist, and the tip of her nose was slightly red, as if she was trying hard not to cry. Her little face was tense.
If he threw her back into her room like that, she'd surely be secretly crying and wiping away her tears.
After a few seconds of silence, he sighed softly.
"This is a one-time exception; there will be no next time."
Little Sang Ying's eyes lit up immediately. She nodded obediently and followed him into the room, looking around at the furnishings.
It was so different from the room she was staying in. Her room was full of beautiful, sparkling jewelry, and the overall color scheme was light pink, even the bed and curtains were pink.
His was particularly austere, with few decorations, and the bedding on his bed was black, giving him a cold and aloof appearance, just like the man himself.
Xiao Sangying looked up at him. From her angle, she could only see his chin and the distinct lines of his pale neck.
She saw him while hiding in the grass. He chased after the monster and came right in front of her. She watched from the grass as he killed the monster.
He looked cold and fierce at that time, so she held her breath, afraid that he would notice.
But to his surprise, a dragon tail suddenly emerged from behind him, its fluffy white tip twitching twice.
She couldn't help but take a breath.
Then he caught him on the spot.
His tail looks so cute... I really want to touch it.
Noticing her gaze, his pair of glassy black eyes swept over and met her gaze.
"how?"
Xiao Sangying quickly shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the jumbled thoughts.
He barely agreed to even sleep together with her; if she asked to touch his tail, he would definitely throw her out.
She walked to the edge of the bed, obediently took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, lifted the covers, and crawled inside.
Before she could even lie down properly, the boy suddenly pulled her out and threw her onto the inside of the bed, covering her head with a new brocade quilt.
"Sleep inside."
The bed was large, and the boy placed a quilt between the two of them before lying down on the outside.
Sang Ying poked her little head out from under the covers, pouted, but didn't say anything. She pulled the covers over herself and closed her eyes.
Xie Lingyu glanced at her, and seeing that she was sleeping peacefully and not making any more noise, she turned off the light of the Spirit Pearl and closed her eyes as well.
But he was used to being alone, and now that there was someone next to him, a human cub, he was not sleepy at all.
She was so noisy just a moment ago, but now she falls asleep as soon as her head hits the bed, without making a sound, and her breathing is very soft.
After about half an hour, thinking that she should be fast asleep, Xie Lingyu was about to get up and take her back to her room when she felt a sudden movement on the inside of the bed, followed by a soft rustling sound.
Xie Lingyu opened her eyes and saw a small bulge in the brocade quilt on the inside in the darkness.
Xie Lingyu: ?
He was curious about what she was doing, so he didn't call out to her and just watched quietly.
Then he saw it—a small mass under the quilt slowly moved, struggling to climb over the quilt mountain that stretched across the center, and reached him.
Then, she stretched out a small hand and lifted the edge of his blanket. The little pupa slowly moved under his blanket.
"..."
Xie Lingyu, with a cold expression, was about to lift the blanket to drag the "fugitive" out and send him back when her hand was suddenly touched by something soft.
It was a little cool and very soft.
It appears to be her fingers.
As if afraid of waking him, she moved very gently, her little hand groping for a spot, first touching the back of his hand, then hurriedly pulling away.
After a few seconds, she slowly moved up to his wrist and forearm, gently pulling his hand... Finally, she carefully hugged his arm and stayed still.
"..."
The girl's breathing gradually slowed down, unlike the restrained lightness she had shown while pretending to be asleep. She was relaxed, and her breathing even had a soft, nasal tone.
After falling asleep, her little face pressed against my arm, her warm breath falling on my forearm, and she rubbed against me like a little animal.
Xie Lingyu lifted a corner of the blanket and, through the dim moonlight, saw the little girl sleeping soundly, her arms tightly wrapped around his, her nose red, nestled beside him with affection and dependence.
I watched quietly for a few moments.
Just as he was about to pull the blanket down, the little girl seemed to sense the cold and shrank into his arms.
Xie Lingyu paused slightly.
It was very light and small, and felt almost weightless when it was in his arms. It was more like a pet than a person. After rubbing its little face against him, it clung to his waist like it did when it was sick.
She seemed very insecure; even the night she was sick, she needed to hold something to fall asleep.
But her arms were too short to wrap around his waist, and after a while she slipped off, but she stubbornly clung to him again.
Xie Lingyu looked down for a few seconds, then slowly reached out to support her back.
His fingertips paused suddenly.
She was so thin; you could feel her bones through her clothes. She was only covered by a layer of skin. At her age, she should be plump and healthy, but she was as light as a cat.
Xie Lingyu looked down at her sleeping face, and this feeling deepened.
A long time passed.
The boy closed his eyes and reached out to hug the little figure.
The next day, Xie Lingyu was awakened by rustling sounds in her arms.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the little girl holding up one of his hands, trying to sneak out of his arms and return to the inside of the Chu River and Han Border.
He said coldly, "Stop pretending, I saw it all."
Startled by his sudden voice, Xiao Sangying shuddered, slowly turning her head, her face betraying her guilt. "Um, would you believe me if I said I actually have a strange sleepwalking disorder..."
Sang Ying was prepared to be scolded and thrown out, but to her surprise, the boy just glanced at her indifferently, lifted the covers and got out of bed, saying, "Come down to wash up and eat."
Sang Ying couldn't tell if he was angry or not, so she nervously washed her face, climbed onto the chair, sat down, and started eating.
But he didn't scold her once he took her back to her room.
So, still determined, Xiao Sangying appeared at his door again that night, holding her little pillow, and knocked on the door.
The door was pulled open, revealing the boy's indifferent face, his dark eyes fixed on her.
Little Sang Ying clutched the pillow, her voice soft and timid: "Brother, can I...?"
"Can."
Xiao Sangying's eyes lit up, but before she could feel happy, the boy's cold voice fell again.
“But I’m a germaphobe, you can’t dirty my bed.”
That's the condition.
Xiao Sangying breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "I promise I'll wash myself clean every day!"
The boy crouched down to look her in the eye, and continued in a cold tone: "Demons are very sensitive to smells. If you sleep with someone else and get their scent on you, don't even think about sleeping with me again."
Hearing the coldness in his tone, Xiao Sangying realized the seriousness of the situation. She nodded slightly, her little face becoming serious as well: "I won't find anyone else. I only sleep with my brother."
Only after hearing her assurances was the boy satisfied, and he stepped aside to make way for her.
Practice makes perfect, and Xiao Sangying went straight to the bed, threw herself into the soft brocade quilt, and rolled around in it.
When he raised his head, he was a little confused. There was no "Chu River and Han Border" today, and there was only a brocade quilt on the bed.
Oh right, Xiao Sangying patted his head. He didn't know he would come today, so of course he was the only one covered by the blanket.
She obediently moved to the inside of the bed, sat down, and waited for him to bring out two more blankets.
But then they saw the young man walk to the bedside, extinguish the spirit pearl, lift the brocade quilt, lie down, close his eyes, and then, nothing more.
Little Sang Ying blinked her wet eyes and poked at the corner of his blanket with her finger. "Brother, you forgot to give me a blanket."
The boy's voice was indifferent in the darkness, "The other quilts have all been washed, but they're not dry."
...He really is a clean freak; he even washes the blankets he sleeps in after just one night.
Xiao Sangying nudged the corner of his blanket again, tentatively whispering, "Then, I'll share a blanket with you?"
The boy did not return.
Xiao Sangying took it as a yes, slightly lifted the corner of the blanket, carefully crawled in, and lay down next to him.
She hugged her little pillow tightly, smelled the faint fragrance in the quilt, relaxed, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Yesterday was her first day here, and she was so anxious that she wanted to sleep with her arms around his. Today, after another day of getting used to each other, she's feeling a little better.
To avoid a repeat of last night's incident, he impatiently chased her away. Xiao Sangying brought a pillow with her tonight, intending to sleep with it.
The idea was wonderful, but when Xiao Sangying opened her eyes the next day, she saw the boy's collarbone again, and her little pillow fell to the ground.
...Why did she roll into his arms again!
It seems she has difficulty controlling herself after falling asleep.
Although she really enjoys sleeping like this, feeling safe and secure, and feeling warm and comfortable in his arms, he will definitely be angry.
Xiao Sangying felt extremely guilty and tried to sneak out, but she was caught red-handed and met his dark eyes.
Just like yesterday, the boy didn't seem to react much to seeing her in his arms when he opened his eyes. He glanced at her indifferently and told her to get up and eat.
While munching on a peach, Xiao Sangying wondered, "Doesn't he hate being held while sleeping?"
To test this idea, Sang Ying didn't bring her small pillow that night. She pretended to be asleep for a while, dawdling and making noise to wake him up, and then tried to roll into his arms and hug him.
After waiting for a while, he still didn't push her away.
Little Sang Ying was overjoyed and happily hugged him as she continued to sleep.
After the little girl's breathing calmed down, Xie Lingyu opened her eyes slightly, her gaze falling on her sleepy face, and reached out to pull her into her arms.
At first, Sang Ying wasn't used to being held to sleep, and she was very careful with every move she made.
Sang Ying was afraid he would get angry, so she would only slowly move into his arms and gently hug him after he fell asleep.
Until day after day, year after year.
As their relationship grew closer, sleeping together in each other's arms became a natural thing.
Sang Ying can now freely enter and leave his room, place her favorite little swing in his room, curl up in the swing to read storybooks, cover herself with a fleece blanket, reveal her slender white legs, and slowly sway.
After he finished bathing and came out from behind the screen, Sang Ying put down her storybook and looked over listlessly: "Brother."
Xie Lingyu walked over, picked her up, placed her on her lap, lowered her eyes, and used her cool knuckles to lift her slightly pale face to look at her: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
After being raised in the Cloud Spirit Realm for eight years, the girl who was originally skin and bones has grown into a graceful young woman. She has also gained some weight, and the feeling of holding her in your arms is no longer that of bones, but rather that she has become soft and cuddly.
It's soft everywhere.
The little face under his palm was soft and slightly puffed out. She leaned into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. "Mmm, my stomach hurts."
Her voice was soft and weak. "It started to hurt not long after dinner. It felt like a throbbing pain."
"Eated too much?"
Xie Lingyu glanced at her indifferently.
She always eats without restraint whenever she encounters delicious food, and she always ends up stuffed. He usually keeps an eye on her, but he was out recently and just came back.
Sang Ying felt a little guilty and didn't dare to say that she hadn't eaten dinner and had only eaten a peach, for fear that he would scold her.
She snuggled into his arms, grasped his slender wrist, and placed it on her stomach. "Brother, give me a massage."
His palm was covered by something soft, and Xie Lingyu's fingertips paused slightly. The girl in his arms relied on him so unguardedly, just like when they were children.
But she forgot that she had grown up and that her coming-of-age ceremony would be just a few days away.
Seeing that he didn't move, she reached out with her two slender white arms and wrapped them around his neck, shaking them slightly.
She blinked her clear, amber eyes, drawing out the last syllable of her voice, with a hint of urging.
"elder brother."
Now that we're so close, the floral scent wafts over from her, along with a hint of peach, and a sweet aroma.
Looking down, her exposed elbows were white with a hint of pink, making her look just like a clean, ripe peach.
Xie Lingyu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He stared into her wet eyes for two seconds, then sighed softly.
He pulled her hand down and gently massaged her belly with his palm.
The girl was satisfied now, nestled in his arms, squinted her eyes, and hummed softly like a lazy cat.
"A little lower."
...She's used to being affectionate.
Suddenly, the kitten sniffed his damp hair, then his neck, and just as she was about to sniff further down, Xie Lingyu pinched her cheek.
"What do you smell?"
...After taking a shower, I can't smell anything anymore.
Sang Ying raised her head and slowly asked, "Brother, what did you do outside? Why did you take a bath as soon as you came back?"
Xie Lingyu said calmly, "I went to Nanli Border to take care of some things, and my clothes just got dirty."
Actually, he was covered in blood.
Once, when he came back covered in blood, she trembled violently and huddled in a corner in fear, seemingly particularly sensitive to that smell.
He later investigated and found that she had experienced such a scene when she was arrested as a child, with blood everywhere, which left her traumatized ever since.
After that, whenever such a situation occurred, he would first clean up the bloodstains and then wash away the blood.
Sang Ying, unaware of what he had done, slowly uttered an "oh".
All she knew was that he had been going out frequently lately, and he would always take a shower as soon as he came back, without telling her what he had done. She had read similar stories in the novels, where he would say that he had found someone new.
In traditional stories, male demons gradually become tired and impatient with their old lovers after finding a new one, and eventually abandon them completely.
Sang Ying pursed her lips, unable to help but let her mind wander. Had he picked up another sister outside?
My body felt lighter as I was lifted up.
Xie Lingyu carried her to the bedside, parted the bed curtains, and placed her on the bed. Sang Ying rolled over to the inside, burrowed into the quilt, and lay down to look at him.
The boy was tall and slender, and had grown from a boy into his current appearance over the years. He was as elegant as jade and had a cold expression.
He picked up her exposed, slender white legs and placed them under the quilt, his voice soft and gentle.
"It's getting late, go to sleep."
Sang Ying nodded and was about to lift the blanket to let him lie down when she saw the boy take out a new blanket, lay it down, and lie down.
The lights went out, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.
Sang Ying was stunned.
Why doesn't he hold her while he sleeps anymore? He always used to hold her while he slept.
Sang Ying felt wronged, and thinking about the things in the storybook, a sudden panic arose in her heart. Anxiety and tension filled her mind, and without thinking much, she rushed over and hugged him.
Suddenly, a weight appeared in her arms. Xie Lingyu was slightly taken aback, then helplessly caught her. "What's wrong?"
The girl in his arms spoke in a muffled voice, "Brother, do you hate me?"
Xie Lingyu thought for a moment and understood what she was thinking. She sighed softly, "It's not that I hate you, or that's why I don't hold you while I sleep... It's just that I'm a little inconvenient these days, so you can sleep by yourself first."
After saying that, he tried to move her back, but the girl held on tightly and wouldn't let go, her voice even more muffled, "No."
Warm breaths wafted through her thin undergarment, warming her chest. Xie Lingyu took a breath, trying her best to suppress the urge for the dragon's tail to emerge and wrap around her.
“What’s inconvenient about it? We’re on the same bed, you just find me annoying and hate me.”
As she spoke, her voice became slightly nasal, and her body trembled as if she were about to cry.
"..."
Xie Lingyu paused for a few moments, sighed softly, lifted the blanket, and reached out to pull the insecure little one into her arms. "Can you sleep now?"
The girl snuggled closer to him, adjusting herself into a comfortable position before settling down and letting out a soft, sweet "Mmm."
Sang Ying wasn't feeling well today. She pressed her fair face against him, smelling the familiar and comforting sandalwood scent emanating from him, and soon fell asleep in his arms.
However, her sleeping posture was anything but proper. Once asleep, she became even more unrestrained, using both her hands and feet to hug him, draping her legs over him, and sticking to him like a koala.
The night was quiet and deep, with moonlight streaming through the window.
The jade dragon's tail, covered in scales, slowly moved, wrapping around the girl's waist, gradually enclosing its territory.
...
Before dawn, Sang Ying was awakened by a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She bit her lip, covered her lower abdomen with her hand, and curled up like a shrimp in the quilt.
The boy noticed her movement and woke up. Seeing this, he frowned and checked on her. "What's wrong?"
Sang Ying's face was pale, and her voice was weak, "...My stomach hurts."
Something was clearly wrong with her. Xie Lingyu's face was frozen, and she could faintly smell blood. She lifted the blanket and saw a patch of bright red blood on the pink sheets.
Sang Ying also saw the bloodstain, her body trembled, and she became frightened, "Brother..."
She remembered that Xie Lingyu had taught her when she was eleven or twelve years old that human women have menstruation and bleed during that time, and had also taught her how to deal with it.
She hadn't come for several years, so she forgot about it, and didn't take her stomach discomfort yesterday seriously.
She looked at the bloodstain, helpless and panicked, and clutched at his clothes. "I...I didn't mean to get it dirty, brother, please don't be angry..."
Xie Lingyu was taken aback, feeling both angry and helpless. Was he usually so fierce? Even though she was in so much pain, her first reaction was that she was afraid he would blame her for soiling the sheets.
He picked up the bewildered little girl, walked behind the screen and put her down, got her new clothes, and gave her the white cotton strips: "Do you remember how to use them?"
Sang Ying nodded timidly.
The boy gave her space to change her clothes, and Sang Ying felt frustrated as she changed.
He said that if she dirtied his bed, he would never let her sleep with him again.
He complained yesterday that she was annoying and wouldn't sleep with him, and now she's dirtied his bed. He's so clean, he's definitely going to throw her out.
She slowly changed her clothes and came out, her bare feet stepping on the icy floor tiles. She saw that the boy had already changed the bed to a new one, and he frowned slightly when he saw her come out.
Sang Ying's heart skipped a beat. She clenched her fingers and whispered, "I won't do it again..."
With a sudden lightness, the young man picked her up and placed her on the bed. He closed his eyelids, reached out and held her icy feet, and said coldly, "You came out without even putting on shoes?"
Sang Ying was stunned as she watched him pull her over and wrap her up like a ball, completely covered up except for her little head peeking out.
She carefully observed his expression and asked softly, "Brother, aren't you angry?"
Xie Lingyu sometimes really wanted to crack open her head to see what was inside. "It's just a quilt, do you think I'm that petty?"
Sang Ying breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he wasn't angry, and then mustered up her courage to reach out and hug him, "Brother, it hurts..."
Before she could even speak, the boy pulled her into his arms, his warm hands rubbing her stomach to ease the pain.
"Go to sleep."
In the girl's half-awake state, he helped her up and gave her some hot medicine. He then held her close, warming her cold hands and feet.
Hearing her drowsy murmurs, filled with dependence, she called out, "Brother..."
Xie Lingyu slowly lowered her eyelashes, obscuring her dark eyes, making it impossible to discern her emotions.
...
During her period of menstruation, Sang Ying used the excuse of stomach pain to stay in his arms every night.
A few days later came her coming-of-age ceremony.
Dragons do not have a coming-of-age ceremony. Regardless of gender, after hatching, dragons go to the Dragon God Temple to wash and bathe, receive the Dragon God's blessing, and celebrate their birth.
Rong Xueman slightly combined the two rituals, with the process involving going to the Dragon God Temple during the day and returning to the Dragon Palace at night to celebrate with a banquet.
Sang Ying's coming-of-age ceremony was a lively affair. The dragon clan hadn't had a newborn for a long time and was usually quite bored. Since there was finally an event, everyone came to celebrate together, and the Dragon God Temple was filled with dragons.
Rong Xueman took a comb and combed her hair. Seeing that her face was tense, she smiled gently and touched her cheek. "Why are you so nervous? The Dragon God won't eat you."
Sang Ying took a deep breath, looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a beautiful dragon outfit and with her hair styled in a bun.
She suddenly realized something and looked around, "Where's my brother?"
"They must be busy, after all, there's a banquet to prepare for tonight."
Rong Xue smiled and looked at herself in the mirror, teasing, "Brother has only been gone for a short while, and Xiao Ying is already missing him?"
Sang Ying's ears turned slightly red.
"When she first came here, she was just a little girl hiding behind Xiaoyu. In the blink of an eye, our Xiaoying has grown into a young lady."
Rong Xue placed her hand on her shoulder and chuckled, "Little Ying, what are your thoughts about your brother?"
Sang Ying blinked: "Brother?"
Rong Xueman thought for a moment: "Besides being his brother, do you want to have any other relationship with him?"
Other...relationships?
Sang Ying was puzzled, her eyes clear and bright, and she said gently, "A brother is a brother, what other relationship could there be?"
Rong Xueman looked into her clear, innocent eyes, completely bewildered, and couldn't help but chuckle softly, patting her head.
"You'll understand when Ying grows up a bit more."
After washing up, Sang Ying was gently pushed out the door by Rong Xueman, who supported her shoulders.
She looked up and saw the handsome young man leaning against the wall, dressed in white, with a cool and elegant demeanor. Hearing the voice, he raised his long eyelashes and looked over.
Meeting those beautiful, dark, glassy eyes, Sang Ying's ears burned slightly, and she tugged at the hem of her skirt.
Doesn't she look strange dressed like this? Is this hairstyle not suitable for her? And...
"come over."
Sang Ying moved over and stood in front of him, tugging at her hair. "Brother."
The boy raised his hand and touched her neck, then moved it away.
Sang Ying looked down and saw a small pendant around her neck. She reached out, picked it up, and touched it. "Brother, where did you pick up this little seashell? The color is quite unique."
Xie Lingyu glanced at her lightly, pinched her cheek with her finger, and said expressionlessly, "Wear it properly, and don't lose it."
Sang Ying obediently replied with an "Oh".
The temple bells rang.
Bathed in the holy sunlight, the boy led the girl through the crowd toward the Dragon God Temple. Step by step, they stood before the Dragon God statue and completed the Dragon God's prayer.
There seemed to be some low whispers in my ear.
In the bright sunlight, Sang Ying seemed to sense something, turned her eyes, and saw something more dazzling than the sunlight in her dim life.
He placed the jeweled crown on her head and softly recited a blessing, but Sang Ying didn't hear it clearly. She just stared at him without blinking, looking into his eyes.
Finally, I heard him say that.
"Happy birthday, Xiaoying."
...
After the blessing ceremony, the arranged dinner began.
The banquet at the Dragon Palace was exceptionally lively. In addition to the dragons, there were also many other demons present, whose birthday gifts filled the storerooms.
The room was filled with clinking glasses and a lively gathering of guests.
Sang Ying was still somewhat dazed until the banquet ended, her mind filled with Xie Lingyu's appearance at the Dragon God Temple during the day, and the words he had said to her.
She lowered her head, her eyes slightly moist, her fingers constantly fiddling with the small turquoise pendant around her neck. For some reason, her mind was in turmoil, and her heart was pounding wildly.
Thump, thump.
The noise made her even more agitated.
She didn't understand why this was happening and found the feeling strange.
Sang Ying couldn't calm down at all. She patted her face, stood up, and planned to go outside the corridor to get some fresh air.
As I turned the corner, I suddenly heard voices talking. They weren't very clear in the wind, but I could tell it was Xie Yucang's voice.
"Xiao Ying..."
Sang Ying was about to walk over and ask him where Xie Lingyu was when she heard a cold, youthful voice.
"I have never considered her as my sister."
A sudden boom, a buzzing sound.
Sang Ying was initially bewildered, blinking blankly.
It took me a while to understand the meaning of the sentence. Then it felt like I had fallen into an ice cave. My whole body was freezing cold, and my hands and feet became numb and unresponsive.
...
As the crown prince of the demon realm, he needs to manage the banquet and interact with demon kings and guests from various realms.
Xie Lingyu had never liked this kind of thing and was impatient, but because it was Sang Ying's birthday party, she endured it and watched the girl in the distance, resting her chin on her hand and staring blankly.
As soon as the banquet ended and the guests were seen off, Xie Lingyu was about to return to her room when Xie Yucang stopped her.
Xie Yucang coughed lightly, looking gossipy, and nudged him with his elbow: "You little rascal, when did you start having feelings for Xiaoying? You're always calling her 'little sister,' but you've been keeping quiet all this time, and now you've even got your heart-protecting scales hanging around her neck."
Xie Lingyu glanced at him: "I have never regarded her as a younger sister."
She just kept calling him "brother".
Xie Yucang felt a sour taste in his mouth: "Tsk, it's not like you were looking down on people back then."
"But when do you plan to tell her? She seems to know nothing about it." Xie Yucang relayed Rong Xueman's question to Sang Ying.
Xie Lingyu paused, just as he had thought; she only saw him as an older brother for now. "No rush."
She is still young and doesn't understand the feelings between men and women.
Hesitant and indecisive.
Xie Yucang leaned against a pillar and said, "Let's see what you do when Xiaoying falls for another male demon."
Xie Lingyu said calmly but firmly, "She can't live without me."
Over the years, she has become increasingly attached to him, and it has become a habit for her to sleep in his arms every night. She will cry if she can't hold him.
Besides him, there was no one else around her. He had never seen her have any friends. Her life consisted only of him.
How could someone like her possibly leave him?
...
Xie Lingyu walked through the corridor and returned to her room.
She has always loved to sleep in late, and there is a swing in her room shaped like a bird's nest, which she loves to use for sleeping.
In the afternoon, I would sit on it to bask in the sun, and I would even take a nap with him.
At this time of day, the girl would usually wait for him on the small swing. As soon as he pushed the door open, she would run over and jump into his arms, calling him "brother" and telling him what she had done that day.
Xie Lingyu walked to the door and pushed it open.
The soft moonlight shone on the swing. The girl hugged a pillow, her clear eyes looking at him with a gentle smile and her eyebrows curving.
The moonlight flashed.
—The wind blows and the empty swing sways slightly.
The room was so quiet you could hear the faint sound of the wind; it was empty and eerily silent.
Xie Lingyu walked to the swing, pulled out the envelope from under the cushion, and unfolded it.
The familiar handwriting of a young girl.
Brother, I've thought it over carefully. There are differences between men and women. I will learn to be independent from now on and won't bother you anymore.
I'm visiting a friend; my return date is uncertain. Good evening.
The letter was gripped tightly by cold, bony fingers, crumpling into a ball.
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Admit it, it's actually you who can't live without your sister. [doge emoji with rose in hand]
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