The next morning, Fang Xuan woke up in a daze.
Then he instantly jolted awake.
What time is it?
He abruptly sat up, the sunlight piercing through the curtain gap, making him squint.
Wait... wasn't he sleeping on the sofa last night? How did he end up in bed?
He looked down at himself; his clothes were still on, and the quilt was neatly covering him.
He glanced at the spot beside him—it was empty, but there was a faint indentation on the pillow, as if someone had been lying there.
Fang Xuan froze for a moment, his mind not yet fully awake.
He got out of bed, saw his phone on the table, picked it up, and glanced at it.
Eight o'clock...
Good, not too late.
Faint sounds drifted from the kitchen.
Fang Xuan followed the sounds with his gaze.
The kitchen door was ajar, warm yellow sunlight streamed out, and fine dust motes of flour floated in the air.
Ning Xian stood before the stove, her small face earnestly kneading dough.
She wasn't wearing pants, just his white short-sleeved shirt.
He had worn that short-sleeved shirt for two years; its collar was a bit loose from washing, and it now hung askew on her shoulder.
Her hair was casually tied back with a white fabric tie, revealing her slender, fair nape.
Sunlight shone through the window, passing through the thin fabric.
Fang Xuan saw... no, he saw nothing at all.
But he just couldn't tear his eyes away.
The hem of the short-sleeved shirt barely covered her upper thighs, and her two straight legs glowed white in the morning light, her calves slender, her ankles delicate.
When she slightly tiptoed to reach a spice jar on a high shelf, the hem of the short-sleeved shirt slid up a bit further.
Then he saw...
On her inner thigh, a hint of pink lace was faintly visible.
The loose tie rested casually at her waist, swaying gently with her movements...
Fang Xuan felt his nose warm and quickly raised a hand to cover it.
Oh, god, oh, god...
He took a deep breath and also walked into the kitchen.
“Sister... what are you doing?”
Ning Xian turned her head, a bit of flour on her small face, her nose tip white. “Kneading dough. I’ll make noodles for you later.”
Fang Xuan was momentarily stunned.
Why not just buy noodles? He scratched his head.
“Isn’t that a lot of trouble...?”
Ning Xian continued kneading the dough.
The dough slowly became smooth in her hands; her movements weren't practiced, but she was very serious.
“As long as Junior Brother likes it...” she said softly.
Fang Xuan stood beside her, watching her knead the dough, roll it out, and cut it into strips.
Her hands were very fair, covered in a thin layer of frost-like flour.
Strands of hair fell across her forehead; she raised a hand to tuck them behind her ear, revealing the slightly reddened tip of her ear.
Fang Xuan suddenly spoke: “Why... are you so good to me?”
Ning Xian’s movements paused.
She looked up at him.
A bit of flour still clung to her nose tip, but her eyes were very serious. “Because... Junior Brother is the only person I love most.”
Fang Xuan’s ears instantly flushed crimson.
He lowered his head, not daring to look at her.
But that phrase... it felt so familiar. It was as if he’d heard it somewhere before, as if long, long ago, someone else had said the same thing to him.
He looked up, his gaze slightly unfocused, as some blurry images flashed through his mind.
Still, a white long dress, a bamboo grove, a small courtyard, an apricot tree.
Ning Xian watched him in a daze, her heart suddenly growing tense.
Did Junior Brother remember?
She clutched the dough in her hands, waiting for him to speak.
But Fang Xuan only paused for a moment before snapping back to reality.
He scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
Why had he been acting so strangely lately...?
Ning Xian’s eyes dimmed, and she lowered her head again, hiding her disappointment.
Fang Xuan hummed in response and left the kitchen.
He sat at the dining table, looking at her back in the kitchen.
She had her head bowed, lost in thought.
Her kneading movements were a bit slower than before, as if she were somewhat distracted.
After a while, Ning Xian came out, carrying two bowls of noodles.
Steaming hot noodles lay in the bowls, the broth clear, topped with chopped green onions, a few pieces of green vegetables, and a golden-fried egg.
Fang Xuan took a bite; the taste was beyond words.
“The noodles Sister made are delicious...”
Ning Xian sat opposite him, picked up her chopsticks, and smiled faintly, “As long as you like them.”
Fang Xuan ate his noodles, but his mind kept replaying that phrase.
“The only person I love most”
When Sister said that, her eyes were very serious, not like she was joking.
But why was she so good to him...?
He secretly glanced at Ning Xian.
She was eating her noodles, very gracefully, taking small bites.
The sunlight shone on her, making the white short-sleeved shirt translucent again. Fang Xuan quickly lowered his head.
“Um... Sister, it’s still early, why don’t we go for a walk outside?”
Ning Xian looked up at him: “Sunbathing?”
Fang Xuan was taken aback.
He had originally meant to say ‘stroll,’ but sunbathing seemed fine too.
“Yeah, that works.”
Ning Xian’s lips curved slightly. Junior Brother really did like sunbathing after all...
On the small balcony, two rattan chairs were placed where they could catch the sun without getting too much direct heat.
Ning Xian chose a rattan chair and sat down, her legs together, slightly angled.
The hem of the short-sleeved shirt barely covered her upper thighs; below that were dazzlingly white legs.
The sunlight shone on her, making the white short-sleeved shirt almost transparent...
Fang Xuan only glanced once before quickly fixing his gaze on the distant lawn.
But his peripheral vision still caught it.
The lace tie loosely rested at her waist, and the hem of the short-sleeved shirt was lifted slightly by the wind, revealing a small patch of fair skin on her side.
Ning Xian sat there, squinting in the sun.
She’s practically seducing him, and Junior Brother only dares to peek? she thought.
And didn’t Junior Brother love sunbathing the most? She opened her eyes and looked at Fang Xuan, who was standing three steps away.
“Come over and sunbathe with Sister.”
Fang Xuan swallowed hard and walked over.
Right, he was just here to sunbathe, not to do anything else.
He sat down on the other rattan chair, straightened his back, and stared straight ahead...
Ning Xian glanced at him.
Why was he sitting so far away? Just as she was about to get up, the tie on her rattan chair caught something.
Fang Xuan heard a soft sound and instinctively looked over.
When Ning Xian stood up, the pink lace tie at her waist had caught in a gap in the rattan chair.
That thin, pink lace underwear was thus pulled off and hung on the rattan chair...
But almost simultaneously, the hem of the short-sleeved shirt slid down, perfectly covering what it should.
It was too late, though; Fang Xuan’s nose was already bleeding...
Oh, god... oh, god...
He quickly turned his head, frantically wiping his nose; the more he wiped, the more it bled, smearing his entire face.
Ning Xian, however, didn’t seem to mind much.
Watching her walk closer, Fang Xuan’s entire body stiffened.
She was very close to him, close enough for him to smell her fragrance.
The white short-sleeved shirt was translucent again, the curve beneath her collarbone faintly visible...
He quickly closed his eyes...
No, no, down there... there’s nothing, I can’t look.
But the more he reminded himself, the clearer the image of nothing down there became in his mind.
Fang Xuan, you have to hold on!
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