Her hands were stir-frying, but her body was still trembling lightly...
She was on the tips of her toes, barely steady, her legs still shaking.
How was she supposed to cook properly like this...
“Mm... ah... slow down first... it’s... it’s going to burn.” Her voice came out in broken fragments, with a faintly tearful edge.
At last, things eased a little.
Only then did Ning Xian catch her breath. She bit her lower lip and hurriedly flipped the food in the pan a few times...
But the shredded potatoes were already starting to burn, sticking to the bottom so badly that even the spatula could hardly scrape them up.
“Mm... alright... Junior Brother, no, you can’t keep going...”
Her voice grew softer and softer. Her eyes turned damp, and tears slipped from the corners, landing on the stove...
She was so overwhelmed that her mind began to blur. Her hand still held the spatula, but she no longer even knew what she was cooking...
...
By the very end, when things sped up again—
Ning Xian went completely weak and slumped against the counter, tears sliding down uncontrollably...
The spatula slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor.
And she once again lost consciousness from sheer overstimulation, fainting on the spot...
Fang Xuan looked at the scorched potatoes in the pan, then at the mess scattered on the floor.
Well...
Even if the dish hadn’t turned out right, Senior Sister had still tried to cook it herself...
And while everything else had been going on, at least the rice had finished cooking too.
Ahem... maybe if they tried again next time, the dish would come out better.
He turned off the heat, moved the pan aside, and lifted Senior Sister into his arms.
He carried her back to the room and tucked her in under the quilt.
It was getting late, and he still had to remake dinner.
This little small fry Senior Sister really needed more practice... otherwise she was just too sensitive.
Next time, should he try using some of the little gadgets from this world?
Like... that one... and that one...
...
After leaving the room, he checked the refrigerator.
There was still half a rack of ribs, yesterday’s corn, and two carrots left.
Fang Xuan took the ingredients out, tied on an apron, and got to work.
He was only average at stir-frying, but making rib soup was simple enough.
He blanched the ribs, scooped them out and rinsed them clean, then put them back into a pot with fresh water.
Slices of ginger, scallion knots, cooking wine—one by one, they went in.
He brought it to a boil over high heat, skimmed off the foam, then turned it down to a low simmer.
He chopped the corn into sections and cut the carrots into chunks, waiting until the broth turned fragrant before adding them in.
As he worked, he kept thinking about what had just happened—Senior Sister leaning against the counter in tears, her legs so weak she could barely stand.
And that line of hers—“the food’s burnt”—spoken in a tearful voice, aggrieved and somehow funny at the same time.
He casually pulled out his phone and scrolled through it.
He had originally planned to check how long the soup needed to simmer, but his fingers drifted, almost unconsciously, to a shopping app instead.
He stared at the screen for quite a while before realizing...
So there were actually that many kinds of “little gadgets.”
Without a word, he added nearly every type to the cart and placed the order in one smooth motion.
Ahem, he was only doing this so Senior Sister could build up more tolerance. It wasn’t like he had any other thoughts.
As for stockings, he usually was not that interested in them. They only got in the way of admiring Senior Sister’s bare feet.
Still...
He quickly shook his head and threw those dangerous thoughts out of his mind.
His hands never stopped moving. He put the lid on the pot, letting the soup bubble gently over low heat as the aroma slowly filled the air.
Then he took out his phone again and placed another order.
A pair of white over-the-knee socks, lace-trimmed, and a pair of white tights.
He really was a genius.
Then he slipped the phone back into his pocket, pretending nothing had happened at all...
...
After dinner,
when they finally had some free time that evening, Fang Xuan leaned against the sofa and opened a game on his phone. The moment the interface for Three Kingdoms Kill popped up, Ning Xian leaned over from the side.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“A game.” Fang Xuan tapped into a match and picked a character. The moment the female general’s splash art appeared, Ning Xian snatched the phone away.
She stared at the screen, her little face turning stern. “Hm. Something indecent.”
Fang Xuan froze, then leaned over to look.
The female general on the screen was, indeed, drawn rather extravagantly. The artist had clearly put a great deal of effort into certain features.
He scratched his head. The art really was a bit excessive.
Ning Xian lowered her head and glanced at herself.
It was not as if hers were small. They were just usually wrapped tightly enough that it did not show.
Then she looked back at the screen, stuffed the phone into Fang Xuan’s hands, and lifted her chin slightly.
The white short-sleeved shirt outlined two soft curves. Her waist was so slim it looked as though one hand could almost encircle it.
“Just look at me instead,” she said in her cool, clear voice, as though making a perfectly serious statement.
Fang Xuan looked at her, and the corners of his mouth could not help lifting. “Mm. Senior Sister looks better.”
Ning Xian gave a little huff, but the tips of her ears had turned red.
She pretended not to hear him and looked away, out the window.
Fang Xuan promptly reached out and pinched her waist.
It was very slim—his hand could nearly wrap around half of it...
...
By the next evening, Fang Xuan had received the little gadgets he had ordered.
The packaging was very discreet: a black bag that gave no clue as to what was inside.
After opening it, he read through the instructions several times and studied them for quite a while before finally figuring out how they worked.
Ahem... they were surprisingly multifunctional.
Ning Xian was still on the balcony, seriously squaring off with the washing machine. Her small face was stern; she had studied it for a long time and still could not quite figure it out.
“Senior Sister.” Fang Xuan cleared his throat. “There’s something I want to show you.”
Ning Xian glanced at him again. This time, she did not turn back right away.
Fang Xuan took out a little box and opened it. Inside were several small objects.
Pink ones, white ones, all shaped rather oddly...
“What are those?”
“Ahem...” Fang Xuan said with a straight face, “They’re tools for physical training. If used properly, they can help your body last longer and not be so sensitive...”
The tips of Ning Xian’s ears slowly turned red.
She looked at the little things in the box.
Junior Brother probably would not lie to her.
“Then... then we can try them.”
She was only doing this to improve herself, so that one day she could turn the tables on Junior Brother—not because she was thinking of anything else.
Fang Xuan kept teasing her. “Not yet. Before using them, Senior Sister’s condition has to be adjusted to the most suitable state first.”
Ning Xian nodded vaguely. “Oh... alright.”
If Junior Brother said so, then it must be right.
Fang Xuan activated the laws of time, and pale golden light filled the entire living room.
Ning Xian’s body began to change—but in this toned-down version, the change remained only a brief and vague fluctuation of aura and appearance, more like a playful experiment with time than anything concrete.
Fang Xuan looked at her and immediately realized this was a very bad idea.
He took a deep breath.
No, no. Better to change her back right away.
Senior Sister suited her usual self best.
With another wave of the laws of time, pale golden light wrapped around Ning Xian again, and everything returned to normal.
Fang Xuan handed her the little box once more. “These... are for training. Senior Sister can study them on her own.”
Ning Xian accepted the box, looked down at the contents, then looked back up at Fang Xuan.
“Junior Brother won’t help me?”
Fang Xuan’s throat bobbed. “I... I’ll go make dinner first.”
He absolutely could not let Senior Sister discover that he was still holding onto the remote control. He had to use it secretly later... ahem.
This was all for the sake of training Senior Sister’s overly sensitive body.
Surely Senior Sister would forgive him.
Ning Xian watched his hasty retreat, a faint smile curving at the corners of her mouth.
She lowered her head and looked at the little box in her hands. Picking up one of the small pink objects, she studied it in confusion.
Was she supposed to use it somehow? Junior Brother had said it was for training.
The tips of her ears grew red again.
But Junior Brother was not here—how was she supposed to figure it out by herself?
Holding the box, she sat down on the sofa and stared blankly at the television.
In the kitchen, Fang Xuan leaned against the refrigerator and took several deep breaths before finally calming down.
He had nearly crossed a line just now.
Good thing he held back...
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