"Whew~~"
After returning with Feng Yu Die to their respective bedrooms, Xiao Yunluo was in no mood to take a bath. After entering the door, she went directly to the bedside, and with a small jump, she threw herself on the bed, then rolled around and looked at the ceiling.
She slowly raised her hand and placed it on her forehead, replaying the previous scene of Ye Anping and Pei Lianxue kissing in the corridor in her mind.
It was already late at night. Even the summer cicadas had disappeared because of the earlier chaos, and the house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
---"Hiss---Ouch~ It hurts, it hurts..."
Suddenly, Feng Yu Die's whiny voice came through the wall. Xiao Yunluo frowned and immediately scolded her. "Second idiot! I'm sleeping!!"
---"Oh! Sister Xiao, I'm applying medicine... I'm sorry, I won't shout anymore!"
"Huu--"
Xiao Yunluo let out a breath, flung the two small embroidered shoes off her feet, and turned around, hugging the quilt on the bed tightly.
The soft touch on her chest gradually calmed her down.
And in this calmness, the thought emerged, that maybe she still had a chance.
Xiao Yunluo brought her thick lavender hair in front of her. Just before Ye Anping kissed Pei Lianxue, he had hugged her from behind and had buried his face in her hair, inhaling gently. There was no doubt that Ye Anping was definitely attracted to her at that time.
Otherwise, how could he have made such an intimate gesture?
Xiao Yunluo brought her hair to her nose and sniffed it, trying to find the remaining scent of Ye Anping on her hair, but unfortunately, she had sprayed too much perfume before and couldn't smell it at all.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have worn perfume... Ye Anping said that my natural fragrance smells good, um..."
---"Sister Xiao, do you have any flint?! I've run out of it, lend me some!"
"..."
Xiao Yunluo took a deep breath and shouted, "No! I said I'm sleeping!!!"
---"Oh..."
Xiao Yunluo rolled her eyes at the wall and pursed her lips before burying her face deeply in the quilt and rolling twice on the bed.
"Woo~~~"
Then, she raised her hand slightly, and the storage bag on the bedside table floated into the air. An erotic book with a worn cover flew out of the bag and landed in her hand.
The pages of the book opened with a rustle, and Xiao Yunluo's eyes followed them, turning left and right, and she finally found the picture she was looking for.
In the picture, two little drawn figures hugged, one behind the other, and the annotation said: "*The Dog Stands on the Spring River*."
It was the same as when Ye Anping hugged her from behind.
She substituted herself and Ye Anping into the picture, arched her body slightly, half-squinted her eyes, looking a little intoxicated, and finally closed her eyes slowly.
--*A gushing spring protrudes from the top of the mountain, falling and becoming a flying stream.*
"Ah..."
---"Sister Xiao, what are you doing? What's that noise? Are you injured? Do you want me to come over and help?"
Feng Yu Die's voice from the next-door room was like a stone falling into the eye of her spring, sending the water back into the ground.
Xiao Yunluo snapped her eyes open, her left eye twitching. Unable to hold back, she raised her hand and summoned her sword from the storage bag.
*Roar*--
The sword violently pierced the wall and got stuck between the bricks, but the tip still reached Feng Yu Die's bedroom.
-- "Yikes~~"
"Tsk..."
Xiao Yunluo smacked her tongue. Her fantasy was completely ruined by that second idiot, and she was in no mood to think about it anymore. She put the book back into the storage bag, then turned over on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and cursed in a low voice. "Ye Anping... why are you so annoying? I hate you. I hate you so much."
After a while, drowsiness came over her. Her eyes slowly closed, and she entered the dreamland.
...
Meanwhile, Ye Anping slowly opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, and realized that he had returned to *Jiang Mansion*'s bedroom. He still had no sense of reality, but after seeing the dark clothes he was wearing, he gradually recalled what had happened before.
"Phew--"
Ye Anping exhaled lightly and suddenly felt a movement under the covers.
*Whoosh*--
He looked down and saw that his sister, who was now burying her face in his chest, seemed to have noticed that he was awake and poked her little head out from under the quilt.
Although there was no candlelight in the room, her amber eyes seemed to be shimmering, charming and bright.
Pei Lianxue blinked and looked at him expectantly as if she had been waiting for him to wake up the whole time she was holding him.
"..."
Recalling the previous kiss with his sister, Ye Anping's eyes involuntarily moved to her moist lips. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Sister, do you know the meaning of kissing?"
Pei Lianxue shook her head slightly.
She just wanted to kiss him. Kissing him felt good, warm, and reassuring.
"Then, let me explain. Kissing is something that only---"
*Smack*---
Before he finished speaking, Pei Lianxue arched forward like a maggot and kissed Ye Anping on the lips.
Ye Anping was startled and continued, feeling a little helpless. "...Something that only very close people can do."
"Hmm."
*Smack*---
Pei Lianxue kissed him again as if asking: Aren't we close?
"..."
Ye Anping pursed his lips and helplessly gave up explaining.
Looking at her face, he frowned.
His sister was indeed a beauty. She was cute, well-behaved, obedient, and sensible, but because he had seen her growing up, he never had the slightest desire for her.
After a while, Ye Anping said, "Sister, stop kissing me, I'll try..."
"Huh?"
Pei Lianxue tilted her head, feeling puzzled.
Ye Anping put his nose on Pei Lianxue's neck, sniffed it gently, and then withdrew his head with a helpless expression.
Although he felt very sorry for his little sister, he really couldn't have any thoughts about her at all.
He closed his eyes again, tried to picture some hot scenes with Miss Xiyue, and instantly a hot feeling burst out from the pit of his stomach.
There was no doubt that this was love.
His adolescent body began to react.
However, when the tent was about to be erected, Ye Anping hurriedly turned the imaginary Xiyue in his mind into Feng Yu Die, causing the tent to instantly collapse.
"..."
After that, Ye Anping pictured some steamy scenes between him and Xiao Yunluo. Although the level was not as good as with Xiyue, there was still a feeling of heat spreading in his belly.
When the tent was about to rise, he quickly replaced the imaginary Xiao Yunluo with Feng Yu Die and forcibly dismantled the tent.
Finally, he tried to imagine himself and his sister...
There was no restlessness in his heart and no reaction in his body; instead, there was a sense of unease and guilt.
Ye Anping frowned, hastily erased the fantasy in his mind, opened his eyes, and looked at his sister who was staring at him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he slowly bowed his head and gently tapped his sister's lips.
"Go to sleep. I still have work to do tomorrow."
"Okay..."
Pei Lianxue nodded, squeezed into Ye Anping's arms, and buried her head under the quilt.
Ye Anping could only hug her, rest his chin on the top of her head, and close his eyes.
He realized that there was nothing that complicated between him and his little sister. There was no need to overthink.
He only needed to do one thing.
This thing was to pamper her and protect her.
Whatever she wanted, as long as he could, he would give it to her.
If she wanted to kiss, then he would kiss her.
The relationship between him and his sister could no longer be summed up by the words "cultivator couple" or "lover". They were relatives, lovers, and friends.
His sister was unique, that's all.
