Fainting just while taking out the trash...?
Fang Xuan walked back into his small rental apartment in a daze. He pushed the door open to reveal a very simple living space.
One living room, one bedroom, and one bathroom.
An old sofa sat in the living room across from an outdated television, and a pile of textbooks was stacked in the corner.
He had lived for sixteen years and had never encountered something so bizarre.
He had clearly been downstairs taking out the trash when everything suddenly went black. When he woke up, he was standing right in front of his own door.
Truly haunted...
He rubbed his temples and walked inside.
He had evening self-study later tonight, so he needed to eat quickly.
The heavy rain outside continued to pour, clattering noisily against the windowpanes.
He opened the refrigerator; there was still plenty of food inside.
But after a quick glance, he suddenly felt too lazy to cook.
Forget it, instant noodles it is.
He fished out a cup of instant noodles, tore open the packaging, and poured in the seasoning packets.
The water in the kettle hadn't boiled yet, so he leaned against the kitchen doorway and waited.
His mind was a mess.
His mock exams had been total crap, so he was already in a bad mood.
He checked his phone; the stock market was still fluctuating wildly, the sea of green making his eyes ache.
So annoying...
Just as he was thinking this, a knock suddenly came from the door.
Thump, thump, thump.
Fang Xuan was taken aback.
Who is it...? Who would come looking for him in this weather?
He walked to the door and opened it.
A woman was standing outside.
She wore a plain white dress and was soaked to the bone, rainwater dripping steadily from the tips of her hair.
Her face was pale and her features were delicate.
Her eyes were obscured by her long hair... making it impossible to see her expression.
Fang Xuan froze for a moment before instinctively speaking.
"Wrong door."
He moved to close the door.
But the door wouldn't shut because he had caught her hand in it...
Fang Xuan blinked in surprise and looked down.
Her fingers had been pinched by the door, and a red mark was forming on her fair skin.
Yet there was no expression on her face, as if she couldn't feel the pain.
"Are you okay?" Fang Xuan asked, wondering what was going on.
She didn't answer; she simply used a bit of force to push the door open.
Fang Xuan took a step back.
She walked in and stood in the foyer, rainwater dripping onto the floor.
Fang Xuan looked at her. "You've got the wrong person, haven't you?"
She shook her head. "I haven't... got the wrong person."
Fang Xuan frowned.
"Are you crazy...?"
"Yes, I'm sick."
Fang Xuan asked in confusion, "Huh...?"
"Do you have a fever?" he added as he finally realized what she meant.
The rain was too heavy outside; it would have been easier if she had just said she was looking for shelter.
He turned around to rummage through the medicine cabinet.
As he searched, he couldn't help but ask, "What's your name?"
"...Ning Xian."
She paused.
"I'm your cousin."
Fang Xuan's hand froze, and he turned back to look at her.
"I don't have any relatives."
Her eyes dimmed for a moment, but she quickly regained her cool composure.
"You have a small scar on your left chest."
Fang Xuan was stunned.
"And... a small mole on your palm."
Fang Xuan instinctively looked down at his palm.
There was indeed a tiny mole there.
He fell silent.
Could she... really be his cousin? But why didn't he remember her?
He went back to looking for the medicine.
Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.
Fang Xuan, are you crazy?
Opening the door for a strange "cousin" and then looking for cold medicine for her?
Was it just because she was beautiful?
I've really gone mad today...
Mad or not, he had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.
At first sight, he had felt a strange fluttering in his heart...
He took a deep breath and continued searching.
He finally found the cold medicine.
He turned around with the medicine... and froze yet again.
Ning Xian was standing in the living room, taking off her long dress.
The soaked white dress slid off her shoulders, revealing her pale back and shoulders.
Her lines were graceful, and her skin was as white as snow.
Fang Xuan's mind went completely blank.
His head felt hot, and then... a nosebleed started running down.
Ning Xian turned around and saw him like this, looking slightly startled as well.
So... Junior Brother can get shy too.
A strange sensation welled up in her heart.
Such a small Junior Brother... is also so fragrant...
He seemed a little shorter than her now, but his appearance was basically the same, just a different height.
He was also a bit fairer...
...
Ning Xian's face remained cool and composed.
Her tender gaze was hidden in the shadows, making her expression hard to read.
Fang Xuan abruptly turned his head away.
Why was he blushing? Why was he blushing!
It was just... it was just...
No, no, don't think about it!
His back was toward her, and his voice was trembling slightly. "Go... go to the bedroom to change..."
Ning Xian didn't say anything.
Fang Xuan waited for a while, but there was no movement.
Just as he was about to look back—
A hand reached out from behind him and gently hooked around his neck.
And then...
He was actually... being forcefully kissed...
Fang Xuan's eyes widened, and his brain instantly went blank.
The sensation on his lips was soft and cool.
It tasted like rainwater... and a hint of sweetness.
What... what is this...
Her tongue... ah...!
His entire body stiffened, and even the tips of his ears turned bright red.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally pushed her away and took two steps back.
"No... wait..."
He started to stutter.
Ning Xian stood where she was, still maintaining her cool demeanor.
Her wet hair hung by her face, and her white dress was half-off, exposing one shoulder.
She didn't speak; she just looked at him, her fingers tightly clutching her sleeves as a blush of shame crept onto her ears.
How could she... not help herself...
But she had searched for dozens of days before finally finding her Junior Brother...
Now that he was right in front of her.
She really... couldn't hold back...
Fang Xuan looked at her, his heart beating exceptionally fast.
He didn't know why, but shouldn't he be angry about something so inexplicable?
Yet... he just couldn't bring himself to be angry.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
"Miss..."
Ning Xian watched him quietly, but something was stirring in her eyes.
"Call me Sister..."
Fang Xuan was visibly taken aback.
She stood under the dim yellow light.
Though soaked, she stood tall, her gaze cool yet carrying a trace of expectation.
Fang Xuan opened his mouth.
It felt a bit awkward, but he still spoke.
"...Sister."
Ning Xian's eyelashes fluttered gently.
Then the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, though she quickly suppressed it...
A little Junior Brother can be slowly trained as well...
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