Since returning home, the joy in Fang Xuan’s heart hadn't stopped for a moment.
He sat on the sofa, staring at the wallpaper on his phone, and giggled foolishly for a good while.
We held hands and saw a movie today; I'm one step closer to making Ning Xian my wife.
At this rate, we'll be married in three to five years.
What should we name our third child when the time comes?
As he was lost in thought, Ning Xian walked over with a stern expression.
She still remembered the matter of training.
Otherwise, if things continued like this, when would her Junior Brother ever remember who he was and the memories he shared with her?
For this reason, she had been seducing him since this morning, yet aside from holding hands, he had only dragged her to see some theatrical play?
.......
Ning Xian stood before him, looking down at him from above.
Before Fang Xuan could react, she had already pressed her hands against his shoulders and pushed him back onto the sofa.
The back of his head hit the cushion; it was soft and didn't hurt.
However, Fang Xuan was completely dazed.
Ning Xian straddled him, her legs spread on either side of his waist, her light blue skirt billowing out.
She looked down at him, trying her best to keep a straight face, her expression very serious.
Then, she uttered words that struck Fang Xuan like a bolt from the blue.
“Do it with me. Right now.”
Fang Xuan’s ears instantly turned beet red.
Do? Do what?!
A hundred images flashed through his mind, each one making his heart race.
“Wait... wait a second, this is too fast.......”
He pushed her away slightly.
Ning Xian suddenly felt a surge of grievance.
She simply stared at him, the corners of her eyes slowly reddening.
Seeing her look so aggrieved, Fang Xuan began to panic.
“Sister, I didn't... I mean.......”
He scrambled to explain, but the more he said, the more muddled it became.
Ning Xian sat on the other side of the sofa, turning her face away petulantly to avoid looking at him, a layer of mist already clouding her eyes.
When Fang Xuan leaned in to apologize, she moved a bit further away.
He leaned in again, and she moved again.
Eventually, she reached the armrest of the sofa and had nowhere left to go.
“Sister.......”
“Don't call me Sister. You aren't obedient at all.”
Ning Xian began to murmur to herself, her eyes moist as she scolded him pitifully.
“You always liked to run off on your own without telling your Senior Sister. You never cared about your own injuries, never felt any pity for yourself.......”
“You weren't obedient at all. You always bullied me. Every time, you had to keep going until I passed out, and even then, you’d keep going until I woke up again.......”
As Fang Xuan listened, images suddenly flashed through his mind.
White dresses scattered on the floor, tears, voices.
The images overlapped, and he couldn't distinguish which were real and which were false.
But when he tried to think about them carefully, he couldn't remember anything.
Those blurry images were like reflections in water; they shattered the moment he reached out to touch them.......
He remained lost in thought for a long time, yet still couldn't recall anything.
But looking at the increasingly saddened Ning Xian, he could only say, “I'm sorry.”
Aside from those two words, he didn't know what else he could say.
Ning Xian looked up at him.
He just sat there, looking completely at a loss.
Regret suddenly flickered in her heart; she had said too much, sounding like a child crying to an adult.
She turned her face away, her ears turning slightly red.
“It’s... it’s nothing,” she whispered. “I was just talking nonsense.”
Fang Xuan looked at her.
She still kept her face turned away, but the tips of her ears were red, and she had twisted her skirt into a wrinkled mess.
He suddenly felt that she wasn't actually that fierce.
“Sister.”
“...Mm.”
“The... person you just mentioned, who was it?”
Ning Xian’s fingers paused for a moment. “No one,” she said, standing up and walking toward the bedroom. “I was just talking nonsense.”
Fang Xuan watched her back, feeling that she was lying, but he had no proof.......
........
That night, after Fang Xuan finished showering, he dried his hair while walking toward the bedroom.
When he pushed the door open, Ning Xian was already lying in bed.
She was wearing his short-sleeved shirt, with the quilt pulled up to her waist, revealing two legs that were fair and... delicious.......
Seeing him enter, she patted the spot beside her.
“Come here.”
Fang Xuan’s throat bobbed. “I'll sleep on the sofa.......”
Ning Xian put on a stern face. “Come here. If you aren't obedient, I'll train you mercilessly.”
Fang Xuan didn't know what “training mercilessly” meant, but he was certain he didn't want to find out.
He walked over and lay down at the edge of the bed.
Ning Xian pulled the quilt over him and then turned onto her side to face him.
The two were very close—so close that he could see the curve of her eyelashes and smell the faint fragrance on her skin.
“Close your eyes and sleep,” she said.
Fang Xuan closed his eyes. But his heart was beating so fast that he couldn't sleep at all.
After a while, he felt movement beside him.
Ning Xian shifted a little closer to him, then a little closer.
Then, an arm reached over and rested across his waist, and she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.
Her breath was light, brushing against his neck and making it itch.
Fang Xuan didn't dare move a muscle.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind a chaotic mess.
Too much had happened today; he needed time to process it all.
What did those words mean... Senior Sister, running off, not pitying himself, doing it until passing out...?
Why did those images appear in his head?
Why did he feel like the things she mentioned had actually happened.......
He closed his eyes, trying to grasp those blurry images.
A bamboo grove, a small courtyard, an apricot tree, a long white dress.
As he thought, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
【Brat, do you want to know what you've forgotten?】
Fang Xuan’s eyes snapped open.
Who was speaking? He turned his head to look beside him; Ning Xian was already asleep, her breathing steady.
He scanned the room; it was dark, and there was nothing there.
The voice rang out again.
【Limited-time task initiated.】
【Time Law comprehension level +1% (Break through the time backlash, restore memories).】
Before Fang Xuan could react, a translucent panel suddenly appeared before his eyes.
It was pale gold, emitting a faint glow, and covered in dense text.
His eyes widened.
What is this? A game panel?
【Task One: Be trained mercilessly by Master Ning Xian one hundred times.】
He looked further down.......
【Task Two: Train Master Ning Xian mercilessly one hundred times.】
【Task Three.......】
【Task Four.......】
【Task Five.......】
He read all the way down, his face growing redder with every line.
There were three hundred and ninety-six tasks, and every single one was related to “training.”
【Task 396: During the training process, train the unconscious Master Ning Xian until she wakes up again!】
Fang Xuan stared at the panel, completely stunned.
What is this? What does training even mean?
His mind was a mess, but he understood the final line of text.
【As long as you complete these three hundred and ninety-six tasks, you can remember everything you want to know!】
Everything he wanted to know.
Those blurry images, those inexplicable habits, and the things she had said.
He knew there had to be a reason for all of it.
There was a reason Ning Xian had suddenly appeared in his life as well.
He had to know those reasons.
But these tasks... this was just too.......
He glanced at Task One, then at Task Two, his ears turning so red they looked like they might bleed.
How was he supposed to do this? Tell her, “Sister, please train me”?
Or just pin her to the bed and say, “I'm going to train you”?
As he was thinking, the person on top of him moved.
Ning Xian nuzzled into his chest, her small face pressed against him, her breath light and warm........
The panel still floated before his eyes, its pale gold light reflecting on the ceiling.
He took a deep breath, staring at those tasks, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of his chest.
Should he do it... or not?
Ning Xian nuzzled him again, her lips brushing against his collarbone, soft and slightly warm.
Fang Xuan closed his eyes.
He’d do it. He had to. He’d start tomorrow!
But... but this was only so he could find out the reason behind those blurry images in his head... and those subconscious habits.......
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