Senior Sister was a bit... too sensitive in this world, and she was always trying to run away.
Ning Xian huddled against his chest, her eyelashes wet and tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes. Her entire body was as soft as a puddle of water.
She had wanted to push him away just moments ago, but now she couldn't even move a finger.
Fang Xuan looked down at the person in his arms.
Hmm... luckily, I did it until she fainted; now she can't run away...
...
Later, Ning Xian woke up groggily.
Her body stiffened, and tears almost welled up again. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't even lift her hands. She could only brace herself against the wooden bed boards and slowly retreat backward.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief. If he didn't stop, she felt like she would truly... break.
But then she lost all her strength. Her legs gave way, and her entire body slowly slid down...
“Mmm... ah...”
She... she reached it... again.
Tears burst forth instantly. She could only bite her lip, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.
Dammit... why is Junior Brother so powerful even when he's small?
Her consciousness was already blurred... she couldn't even think anymore.
Whatever. If I die from this, I die from this...
...
Fang Xuan held her without moving, waiting for her to recover.
She lay on his chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“Sister... what’s wrong? Can you not handle it anymore?” he teased her on purpose.
Ning Xian gritted her teeth just to get the words out: “N-no... I haven’t... ah... your Senior Sister is very capable.”
Fang Xuan felt an itch in his heart looking at her stubborn expression.
Clearly, she couldn't even close her legs, yet she still insisted she was capable.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Then shall we continue?”
Ning Xian’s body jolted, and then she slid down another notch, getting even... closer.
“W-wait... wait a moment, okay...?”
Her voice had changed pitch. She pressed her hands against his chest to steady herself, but her palms were slick with sweat, and she couldn't find any purchase at all.
...
Fang Xuan suddenly wondered... Senior Sister wouldn't get pregnant, would she?
After all, in this place, Senior Sister was no different from a mortal, and neither was he.
What would happen if she got pregnant? Would they have a little Senior Sister or a little Junior Brother?
No, no, it was still a bit too early... he still needed to take some precautions.
...
Ning Xian’s body suddenly jolted again.
Why... why did it go to another place...?
“Wait... wait, Junior Brother, you went the wrong way... that’s not okay...” Her voice was muffled and carried a hint of a sob.
Her body, sensitive to the extreme, made her vision turn white.
She wanted to say more, but her vision went dark... and she fainted again.
...
Half an hour later, Fang Xuan looked at his Senior Sister, who was as limp as a rag, and slowly...
This finally made up for the lack of internal release while avoiding the risk of pregnancy.
Being able to accomplish both things at once, he was practically a genius.
It was just that the volume was too much and wouldn't stop, cough cough...
...
After gently tucking the fainted Ning Xian under the quilt, Fang Xuan braced his waist as he got out of bed.
This won't do; this is too exhausting.
He leaned back on the sofa, his waist aching terribly.
It was all Senior Sister’s fault for being such a small fry. He had to do basically all the work; it was far too much effort...
The sunlight streamed in through the window, warm and pleasant against his face.
He squinted and looked out the window.
The familiar rental apartment, the old curtains, the quilts drying on the roof of the opposite building.
Downstairs, children were running around, an old lady was arguing, and the distant sound of car horns drifted in.
It was noisy... but he found it very comfortable.
If... if he could stay here with Senior Sister for a lifetime, how wonderful would that be?
He continued to stare out the window, lost in thought for a long time.
He wasn't thinking about anything, yet he seemed to be thinking about a lot.
Those blurry images, the Upper Realm, the force of laws, Golden Immortals, and those system tasks... he didn't want to think about any of them.
He just wanted to sunbathe with Senior Sister; he just wanted to stay like this.
It wasn't until his phone suddenly rang that he snapped back to his senses.
He glanced at it—it was his homeroom teacher.
Today was Monday, and he was supposed to be in class, but he had played with Senior Sister all morning, from dawn until midday.
But then again... why would he even go to school anymore?
He pressed the mute button and tossed the phone to the other end of the sofa.
Then he opened the system interface.
A pale-golden light screen expanded before him, with three hundred and ninety-six tasks listed in a dense cluster.
He watched for a moment, then raised his hand and began deleting them one by one.
【Warning! Deleted tasks cannot be recovered!】 The system grew anxious.
【The host is advised to quickly accept Master Ning Xian's training and obtain rewards! Do not do things that are detrimental to the development of the relationship!】
Fang Xuan ignored it and continued deleting.
A single task used to reward twenty percent comprehension level, but now over three hundred tasks only rewarded one percent. Did it really take him for a fool?
There was taking advantage of someone, and then there was this.
【Warning! Warning! The host will lose the only chance to recover his memories—】
Everything was deleted.
Fang Xuan leaned back on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.
His thoughts were a bit messy right now, and he didn't want to deal with any of it. In any case, his memories had already returned.
He... really wanted to stay here.
This room was real, the sunlight outside the window was real, and only the person sleeping in the bedroom was also real.
But it also wasn't real...
He looked down at his hands. He knew perfectly well that this place was fake.
In the end, he would have to go back...
He continued to space out until he heard movement behind him.
Ning Xian walked out groggily, her gaze dazed and clouded with a faint mist.
His short-sleeved shirt hung loosely on her, the collar sliding down below her shoulder to reveal a large expanse of fair skin.
Her steps were still a bit unsteady as she braced herself against the wall, shuffling over step by step.
Fang Xuan watched her.
She walked to the sofa, sat down beside him, and then leaned over, resting her weight on him.
Her head rested on his shoulder, her hair tickling his neck.
“Junior Brother... why are you so well-behaved today...?” she mumbled. She had thought her Little Junior Brother would definitely hide away in embarrassment.
Fang Xuan didn't move, only giving a soft hum in response. “Mhm... as long as Senior Sister likes it...”
Ning Xian didn't notice anything wrong, likely because they had played too hard earlier and she hadn't quite come to her senses yet.
She was only thinking about what happened this morning... specifically, how at the end, Junior Brother had gone the wrong way.
Since Junior Brother was so small right now, he naturally didn't understand anything.
She should guide him; she should teach him.
But toward the end, she had fainted first and forgotten everything.
It was all her fault for not teaching Junior Brother well, which was why he went the wrong way.
So she spoke again in a soft, gentle voice, “Junior Brother, yesterday... that... that wasn't where you were supposed to go in...”
Fang Xuan looked down at her beet-red ear tips and suddenly wanted to laugh, but he held it in.
“Mhm, I went the wrong way,” he said, his voice very calm.
Ning Xian buried her face even deeper...
Fang Xuan looked at the top of her head, the corners of his mouth slowly curving up.
Senior Sister, oh Senior Sister... you really are such a little small fry.
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