As Ning Xian pulled him into the room, her face flushed red as she asked, “Junior Brother, in this world... what do you call a husband?”
Fang Xuan was taken out of surprise.
A husband? He thought for a moment; it was true that people didn't really use the term “husband” much in modern times.
Hubby? Darling?
As he was thinking, a rather indecent thought suddenly popped into his head.
He leaned close to her ear and lowered his voice. “Call me... Daddy.”
The tips of Ning Xian’s ears turned crimson. She lowered her head, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. After a long silence, she finally looked up with a dead serious expression.
“Da—ddy~”
At that moment, Fang Xuan was completely stunned.
Uh... Senior Sister actually... really said it.
She stood at the bedroom door with the light shining from behind her, her lips slightly pursed. After saying it, she shyly looked down.
Fang Xuan was rendered speechless.
That’s so perverted, but why do I strangely like it...?
He quickly pretended to rub his eyes and looked down, barely managing to suppress a laugh.
“Ahem... Senior Sister, that’s a very intimate name. You can only call me that when we’re... you know, doing it. Yes, exactly.”
He definitely didn’t want Senior Sister shouting that at him in the middle of the street...
Ning Xian looked up and nodded, seemingly understanding but still a bit confused.
“Oh, I... I see, Daddy.” She tried saying it again, her voice much softer than before.
It was indeed a very intimate tone, and saying it made her feel incredibly embarrassed.
She lowered her head, her earlobes burning red.
Never mind all that; she had to consummate the marriage first.
She grabbed Fang Xuan’s hand and continued pulling him further into the room...
...
Inside the room, the curtains were tightly drawn, with only the bedside lamp casting a dim glow...
“Slo... slow down, it’s too... deep...” Ning Xian’s voice was broken, carrying a hint of a sob.
Fang Xuan stopped. “Senior Sister, what did I tell you earlier?”
Ning Xian was dazed for a moment before she reacted.
She lifted her face from the pillow and turned to look at him, her eyes rimmed with red and her eyelashes damp.
“Da—ddy~”
Fang Xuan gulped.
He couldn't take it.
Hearing Senior Sister say that was truly an incredible feeling.
Ahem... alright, he really was a pervert.
No, no, he was a genius.
“Senior Sister, say it again,” he said, his voice slightly raspy.
“Mhm... Daddy~”
“Senior Sister, one more time.”
“Oh, okay... okay... Daddy~”
“Again, again.”
“Daddy~”
Ning Xian called out over and over. Her voice grew smaller and softer until it was nothing more than a breathy whisper.
Her tears soaked a small patch of the pillow, and her hands gripped the bedsheets until her knuckles turned white...
Fang Xuan felt that he was truly sinful.
So, to wash away his sins, he shamelessly spoke up: “Senior Sister... you were the one who seduced me first.”
“Huh?” Ning Xian was already muddled and had no idea what Fang Xuan was talking about.
She only felt that the more she used that intimate name, the harder her Junior Brother seemed to... work.
...
Several hours later.
Fang Xuan leaned back on the sofa, head tilted back, staring at the ceiling in a state of post-coital bliss, having completely released everything.
Today’s level of comfort with Senior Sister could be ranked third in history.
The TV was still on, playing some variety show, with bursts of laughter coming from it.
Of course, he didn't hear a word of it.
Ning Xian came out after her shower, having changed into one of his T-shirts. Her hair was still damp.
She walked to the kitchen and stood in front of the microwave, tilting her head as she began to study it.
With a serious little face, she flipped through the manual several times, then looked at the buttons on the microwave, then back at the manual.
She reached out a finger, wanting to press a button, but then retracted it, afraid she might break it if she pressed the wrong one.
She checked the manual again but still didn't quite understand.
Why are the magic artifacts of this world even harder to use than the ones in the cultivation world?
Fang Xuan looked at her and stood up to walk into the kitchen.
“Senior Sister, this is how you use it.”
Just like last time, he stood behind her, took her hand, and guided her finger to press the buttons one by one.
He set the time and pressed start. The microwave began to hum, the light inside turned on, and the turntable slowly rotated.
Ning Xian stared at the turntable for a while, then looked up at Fang Xuan.
“Mhm, mhm,” she responded, looking quite happy.
Looking at the slight curve of her lips, Fang Xuan felt that teaching Senior Sister how to use appliances was something he could do many more times.
There were still many things he needed to teach her, like the kinky play from earlier...
Ahem... there were still so many ways to play.
As he was thinking, Ning Xian pointed at the juicer.
“Junior Brother, what about that one...?”
“Alright, alright.” Fang Xuan taught her how to use the juicer, even though Senior Sister was also... ahem...
Ning Xian was a quick learner, but she was exceptionally serious whenever she learned something new, like a child seeing snow for the first time.
She’s probably been here too long and has become silly.
He then taught her how to use the induction cooker, the kettle, and the water heater.
Honestly, wasn't this also a form of training...?
...
Ning Xian learned very seriously. Every time she mastered something, she would give an “mhm,” then operate it herself once to confirm there were no issues before moving on to the next.
After finishing with those items, she suddenly spoke up.
“I want to drink.”
Fang Xuan was taken aback. “Senior Sister, didn't you just have some?”
Ning Xian didn't say anything; she just looked at him.
Then she added, “Daddy~”
After saying it, she lowered her head, pretending to study the inner pot of the rice cooker.
She had discovered earlier that whenever she used that intimate name, her Junior Brother would always get very shy and then find it impossible to refuse her.
But she didn't know that Fang Xuan only had one thought in his head.
She said it, she said it again...
Fang Xuan had intended to refuse, but now he truly couldn't.
How could he have the heart to refuse Senior Sister?
It certainly wasn't because... ahem, she called him Daddy.
“Then... let's go to the balcony and have a little barbecue.”
Ning Xian nodded happily and was already turning toward the fridge to get the beer.
She opened the fridge door, squatted down, and took out the beer cans one by one.
Her movements were skillful and her expression serious, as if she were performing some important task.
Looking at her, Fang Xuan truly couldn't have imagined that Senior Sister would actually become addicted to beer...
He sighed and went to the kitchen to get the barbecue tools.
The grill was one they had bought last time, tucked away in a cabinet after a single use.
He carried the charcoal, skewers, and seasonings out to the balcony one by one.
The balcony wasn't large, furnished with just a small table and two chairs.
Fang Xuan set up the grill and lit the charcoal.
He arranged the meat skewers, chicken wings, and corn in rows on the grill, brushing them with oil and sprinkling seasonings. A sizzling sound filled the air.
Ning Xian sat in a chair with three cans of beer set before her.
She opened a can and held it with both hands, taking small sips.
She watched Fang Xuan’s back as he grilled, wearing that blue apron with a cartoon kitten on it.
Junior Brother... is so cute.
Should I get him drunk and then give him a thorough training session?
However, she ultimately abandoned that idea.
Of course, even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to pull it off.
Because when it came to beer, Fang Xuan simply couldn't get drunk. It was only his silly Senior Sister who loved to drink and loved to get drunk.
...
Ning Xian took a sip of beer and narrowed her eyes.
She remembered a long time ago, back at the Qingyun Sect, when her Junior Brother would also cook for her like this.
Back then, he had just entered the sect and didn't know how to do anything. He would cut his hand while chopping vegetables or burn the food while stir-frying.
But she had found it delicious. Every single meal was delicious.
Fang Xuan handed her the first grilled beef skewer. “Senior Sister, try this.”
Ning Xian took it and took a bite.
It was very hot, and she let out a puff of air.
“It’s good...”
Fang Xuan smiled. “Of course it is.”
He continued grilling, and Ning Xian continued drinking.
By the time she was halfway through her second can, her head began to nod again...
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