Fang Xuan said they were going for a walk, but he actually had another purpose.
He wanted to buy Ning Xian some clothes.
She hadn't brought anything when she came, just that one white dress.
While she looked good in his short-sleeved shirt... it wasn't really suitable.
And... underwear.
Right... she hadn't had any before.
Up top... and down below too...
The white short-sleeved shirt was translucent, revealing faint hints of pink, which was practically killing him.
Every time he saw it, his heart raced, making it impossible to think straight...
So he held Ning Xian's hand and turned into a clothing store.
Ning Xian remained dazed after entering, not speaking, just quietly following him.
Fang Xuan thought she was shy with strangers.
But in reality, she didn't dare to speak, because if she did, she might reveal that she wasn't from this world.
She had never seen the styles of these clothes before, and she could only barely understand the numbers on the price tags.
She didn't know what price was expensive or what was cheap, so she could only pretend to be calm.
Fang Xuan picked up a light blue dress and held it up against her.
The color suited her skin tone well, and its knee-length was neither too short nor too long.
“Sister, try this?”
Ning Xian first looked at him with a hint of bewilderment.
Then she understood, took the dress, and walked into the fitting room.
After a while, she came out.
The dress's zipper was half-pulled, stuck at her waist, and she couldn't reach it.
She stood there, a little helpless.
Fang Xuan walked over and helped her pull up the zipper.
“Beautiful,” he said.
She had never worn clothes like this, but if her junior brother said they were beautiful, then they were beautiful.
Fang Xuan picked out a few more items.
A small skirt, a hoodie, jeans, and a pair of white canvas shoes.
The more he bought, the more carried away he got.
Then he walked to the underwear section, pausing his steps.
On the shelves were various colors of underwear: lace, pure cotton, seamless.
He glanced, then glanced again, his mind filled with images of Ning Xian wearing these...
His cool, aloof Sister, paired with pink lace... the feeling was utterly intoxicating.
Fang Xuan... you're truly hopeless.
No, wait, Fang Xuan, you're a genius.
He picked up a white set, hesitated, then swapped it for a light purple one.
Then he grabbed a pink set and a black set.
Ning Xian stood nearby, looking at the thin fabrics, her earlobes faintly reddening.
She hadn't seen these things in the Lower Realm, but she knew they were worn underneath.
Her junior brother wants to buy these for her? It seems he's finally starting to understand a little. So, next, can they finally...?
After leaving the clothing store, they walked around for a long time.
Fang Xuan held several bags: clothes, shoes, and a bag of snacks.
Ning Xian walked beside him, holding his hand as they strolled slowly.
The river breeze blew past, carrying moisture and distant singing.
The night market was still lit, but the sounds of people were gradually thinning.
Fang Xuan was a little tired and hungry.
He glanced at the roadside; a barbecue stall was still open, with a few plastic tables and chairs set outside, where a young couple sat in a corner, eating skewers and drinking beer.
“Sister, want some barbecue?” he asked.
Ning Xian followed his gaze.
Smoke rose from the barbecue grill, the meat skewers sizzled, and their aroma drifted over.
She hadn't seen this kind of food before, but it smelled delicious.
“Okay,” she said.
They found a quiet spot and sat down at a small table with two plastic chairs.
Fang Xuan placed the shopping bags on the ground: “Boss, one iced beer first.”
The boss responded and quickly brought over a case of beer, placing it by the table.
Fang Xuan opened two bottles and handed one to Ning Xian.
Ning Xian took the beer and examined it carefully.
It was iced alcohol; it felt cool to the touch.
Mimicking Fang Xuan, she also took a sip.
It tasted a bit bitter, but it felt very comfortable and cool to drink.
She took another sip, and this time it wasn't as bitter; instead, there was a hint of sweetness afterward.
Good wine...
Spirit wines and strong liquors were all different from this.
This was light and gentle, like the breeze by the river.
Fang Xuan ordered a pile of grilled skewers: beef, lamb, chicken wings, eggplant, chives, and dried tofu.
The grilled meat skewers were served, sprinkled with chili powder and cumin, steaming hot.
Ning Xian took a bite of beef.
Spicy... very spicy.
It made her eyes water a little.
So she held the beer with both hands and drank small sips to ease the spiciness.
The icy liquid diluted the spiciness in her mouth, making her comfortable enough to narrow her eyes...
Fang Xuan watched her, his heart also feeling a flutter.
The way Sister ate... was really cute.
Ning Xian ate a lot, more than she usually did at home.
She tried every skewer, but her favorite was still the beef.
But as she ate, she suddenly felt her head getting a little dizzy.
The beer bottle was still in her hand, but there wasn't much alcohol left inside.
She couldn't remember how much she had drunk—one bottle? Two bottles? Or three?
Her head began to droop little by little, like a chick pecking at rice.
The Fang Xuan in front of her also turned from one into two, then from two into three.
No, this won't do, three junior brothers together... it would definitely break.
She hazily thought.
Fang Xuan looked up, just in time to see Ning Xian's small head drooping.
He quickly reached out, his palm supporting her forehead, preventing her from hitting the table.
Ning Xian's face rested in his palm, soft.
She rubbed against it, like a kitten finding a warm nook.
“Sister?” Fang Xuan called out tentatively.
Ning Xian didn't respond; her breathing was even, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Fang Xuan froze for a moment before realizing... she must be drunk.
Sister is drunk... what can I do when she's drunk?
When she's drunk... anything is possible.
How perverted, he actually wants to... do things to her that she won't even know about...
Tonight.
He quickly paid the bill, hung all the shopping bags on his wrist, and then helped her up.
Ning Xian leaned softly against him, her head resting on his shoulder, mumbling something he couldn't make out.
He simply scooped her up into his arms.
She was much lighter than he had imagined.
The hoodie's hood hung down, covering half her face, the exposed half was flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her breathing was very light.
Fang Xuan carried her, walking home step by step.
Most of the night market had packed up, the street grew quiet, with only the streetlights still shining.
Her hair brushed against his chin, tickling, and carrying a hint of shampoo scent...
...
Once home, he couldn't free his hands to open the door, so he had to use his knee to push against the door panel, finally managing to open it.
He walked in and gently placed her on the bed.
She lay there, her hair spread across the pillow.
Fang Xuan stood by the bed, looking at her.
His heart pounded, so fast it felt like it would leap out of his chest.
He squatted down and helped her take off her shoes.
White canvas shoes, newly bought today, their soles barely dusty.
Her feet were small, her socks white, her ankles slender, small enough to be held in one hand...
He then helped her take off her hoodie, revealing the short-sleeved shirt underneath.
It was white, very thin, and the neckline was a bit wide.
Then he quickly pulled the quilt over, gently covering her.
From head to toe, only her face was visible.
He then pulled out his phone and took a photo.
That's right, he was going to secretly take a cute photo of her while she was completely unaware.
With a click, the flash lit up.
He was so startled he almost threw his phone, quickly glancing at Ning Xian.
She didn't wake, merely frowned slightly, then fell back asleep.
Fang Xuan looked at the photo on his phone screen.
Very quiet, very well-behaved, and very cute.
He set it as his wallpaper, then put his phone in his pocket, turned off the light, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door...
...
As soon as he stood in the living room, Fang Xuan started to giggle foolishly...
Hahahaha.
He managed to capture such a cute sleeping face.
Now he could see it every day.
No, wait, he could see the real person every day.
He turned off the living room light and lay on the sofa.
The sofa was a bit short, his feet hung off, but he didn't care.
He couldn't sleep, absolutely couldn't sleep; his mind was full of the recent images.
The way she rubbed against his palm, the way she slept on the bed.
He rolled over and buried his face in the cushion.
Fang Xuan, could you have been even more perverse just now?
Like... pinching her little face while she was unaware?
Or something even more outrageous... touching her leg.
No, no... how could he, Fang Xuan, be that kind of person?
But...
No!
He rolled around on the sofa, which let out creaking sounds.
Unable to sleep, he could only count sheep.
One... two...
After counting to the second one, he tilted his head and fell asleep with a smile.
In his dream, he heard her soft voice again.
“Junior brother... anything you want to do is fine...”
He chuckled out loud again...
Hehehe...
Hehehe...
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