It was quite a while longer before Ning Xian finally dawdled her way into the kitchen.
She had changed her clothes.
She was wearing Fang Xuan’s hoodie, the hem just barely covering her bottom, revealing a stretch of fair thighs.
However, her gait was slightly off, and she moved with extreme caution as she stepped...
Fang Xuan leaned against the refrigerator, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his peripheral vision never left her.
Ahem... he... was preparing to do something mischievous.
Ning Xian walked to the counter and picked up the kitchen knife.
She was as serious as ever while slicing the meat, but her legs were still trembling.
Beneath the hem of the short-sleeved hoodie, her two fair legs quivered slightly; her knees were pressed together, and her ankles were turned inward.
She stood on the tips of her toes as if she might lose her balance at any moment.
“Mm...” A very soft moan escaped from the gap between her lips, but she quickly bit her lower lip to stifle the sound.
She kept her head down, the tips of her ears flushed red, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Fang Xuan slipped his phone into his pocket and pretended to go to the refrigerator for a bottle of cola.
The mascot on the packaging was a silly-looking little dragon girl.
He placed the cola on the counter.
And then...
But Ning Xian’s movements while slicing meat only paused for a brief second.
She frowned and said nothing, continuing her work.
The knife rose and fell, cutting the shredded potatoes into thin, neat strips that were piled on the cutting board.
Fang Xuan watched for a moment. It seemed there was no reaction.
So, he... cranked it up a notch...
Ning Xian’s hand paused again. She pursed her lips but still said nothing.
Only, when the knife came down, it was slightly heavier, and the resulting potato strips were a bit thicker than before.
Fang Xuan thought to himself, this... doesn't seem to be enough.
Senior Sister’s tolerance is actually quite high? He simply went straight to...
The highest setting...
Ning Xian froze completely.
The knife hung in mid-air, and the half-cut potato remained connected.
Her legs began to shake, her knees buckled, and she hurriedly grabbed the counter for support.
But her legs grew softer and softer until they could no longer support her weight.
She slowly slid down the counter and sat on the floor, her back against the cabinet and her legs pressed tightly together...
“Mm... ah... mm...” Sounds leaked through her tightly bitten lips in broken fragments.
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes damp. Tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto the collar of the hoodie.
She reached out as if to grab something, but halfway there, she retracted her hand, clenching it into a fist and pressing it against her mouth...
Why hasn't it... stopped...
Her mind was a complete blank, leaving only... the... buzzing...
This artifact... is so powerful.
She bit the back of her hand, unable to stop the tears.
I... I can’t... I can't do this here.
Fortunately, Junior Brother isn't here and can't see me like this.
Junior Brother...? She looked up at Fang Xuan, who had “just happened” to walk over.
“What’s wrong, Senior Sister? Are you feeling unwell?”
Ning Xian shook her head hurriedly, trying to scramble to her feet.
She pushed off the floor and got to her knees, but just as she managed to prop herself up, her legs went weak and she knelt back down again...
“N-no... nothing...”
“Are you really okay?” Fang Xuan touched her forehead. “Your face is so red. Do you have a fever?”
“N-no...” Ning Xian was so anxious she was on the verge of tears, and she gave him a push.
Why... why hasn't Junior Brother left yet? I... I can't take it anymore.
...It happened again, and her legs went soft, causing her to slide down once more...
I feel... I'm really going to break...
“Junior Brother... help me take it... out... okay?” she said through her tears.
“What are you talking about, Senior Sister?” Fang Xuan’s voice sounded perfectly innocent; he was truly addicted to his mischief.
“Junior Brother... please...” She couldn't finish the sentence.
Why is it still going...
She bit her lip, her tears flowing even more fiercely.
She... wanted to... do it herself... first...
But Fang Xuan had already caught her hand.
She looked up at him with tear-blurred eyes.
Fang Xuan swept her up in a bridal carry.
She leaned into his chest, her hands clutching his clothes, her tears never stopping.
“Don't... let me... okay?” she spoke aggrievedly, her voice so soft it seemed ready to melt.
“No,” Fang Xuan said, carrying her toward the bedroom. “Senior Sister needs to train properly today.”
He placed her on the bed.
Ning Xian curled up, her legs pressed together and her knees pulled to her chest. She gripped the bedsheets so hard her knuckles turned white...
She felt that... it... was about to end.
But at that moment, Fang Xuan reached out again, his finger pressing against the base, and gave it a gentle push...
It restarted...
...
Ning Xian’s tears gushed out once more.
She bit her lower lip, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind.
“N-no... I can’t...” Her voice was broken, laced with a sobbing tone.
“It’s just a small favor, no need to thank me, Senior Sister,” Fang Xuan said solemnly.
Then he opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out another...
...
Ning Xian looked at the object in his hand and shrank back. “N-no... don’t...”
Fang Xuan did not listen to her.
Slowly...
Ning Xian’s entire body was trembling as she buried her face in the pillow, sobbing muffledly.
She gripped the sheets, her knuckles white, and her tears soaked a small patch of the pillow.
“Senior Sister... this is all for the sake of training you.”
Fang Xuan’s voice was very gentle.
“Mm, mm...” She bit her lip, unable to speak.
Two... at the same time...
Her vision went white; she couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything...
...
Later, in order to ensure they could actually eat the dinner Senior Sister was making tonight, Fang Xuan reset it to the first level.
Senior Sister could still endure this level of intensity.
However, while she was cooking, he still couldn't resist secretly cranking it up a notch every now and then...
And then, he would watch as Senior Sister couldn't help but cry.
Ahem... he really was a pervert.
No, no—he really was a genius.
...
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