That evening, Fang Xuan leaned against the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He had been playing with the small toy for quite a while, messing around with it from afternoon until dark.
He seriously reflected on it; in the future, he couldn't let Senior Sister use the small toy while she was doing proper things, otherwise, he wouldn't get to eat her delicious cooking.
Tonight's dishes were burnt, the soup was salty, and the rice was undercooked.
But he still ate three bowls, because Senior Sister sat across from him, watching him eat; if he didn't, she would probably be sad.
Ning Xian was still wrestling with the washing machine on the balcony.
She squatted in front of the drum washing machine, tilting her head to study the buttons on the panel, her expression serious, as if deciphering some ancient array.
She had been studying it for several days, always saying, “I'll get it next time,” and pushing him away, but “next time” never came.
Fang Xuan walked over and took her small hand from behind; her hand was tiny, fitting perfectly in his palm.
“Press this first, then this, and then this.”
He guided her fingers to press each button one by one, and the washing machine began to hum...
Ning Xian swept her hair back, revealing her slightly flushed earlobes.
Watching the washing machine's drum spin, she suddenly remembered something from a few years ago...
Back then, Junior Brother had just arrived at Qingyun Sect and knew nothing.
She taught Junior Brother sword practice, but he couldn't learn it even after many tries.
She used to say his talent was too poor, but now she knew he was just pretending, wanting her to teach him a few more times.
Back then, their house had collapsed, and his bed was gone.
They shared her bed, half for each, with a quilt separating them in the middle.
She didn't sleep a wink all night, her heart beating too fast.
And later, when they took medicinal baths together, she believed him too.
Thinking about it now, Junior Brother had done it on purpose; she was the only one who seemed foolish and ignorant of everything.
But... had it really been several years?
She subtly curved her eyes into a smile, then quickly straightened her small face.
She couldn't smile, or Junior Brother would tease her...
“There,” Fang Xuan said, releasing her hand.
“Mm-hmm...” Ning Xian replied, her voice very soft.
Fang Xuan looked at her. Why was Senior Sister so well-behaved today?
He reached out and stroked her head again.
Ning Xian didn't dodge; she just narrowed her eyes and rubbed against his palm.
Fang Xuan was startled. Before, whenever he stroked her head, it would always trigger Senior Sister's defense mechanism, making her say, “Don't just randomly touch Senior Sister's head.”
Today, she said nothing, just obediently let him stroke her.
“Senior Sister...?”
“Hm?”
“Nothing,” Fang Xuan said, smiling as he withdrew his hand. “Let's go to sleep.”
...
The next morning, Fang Xuan was woken by a shake.
He groggily opened his eyes to see Ning Xian lying next to him, holding the pink small toy.
“Junior Brother, the artifact isn't working,” she said. She pressed the switch several times, but there was no reaction.
She patted it again, still no response.
Fang Xuan covered his face... Senior Sister had actually played with it until it ran out of battery.
She had played with it all day, then all night; she was addicted.
He rolled over and pulled the quilt over his head.
“Alright, Senior Sister, no more playing.”
Ning Xian pulled back the quilt. “Why?”
“It's out of power.”
“What is 'out of power'?”
Fang Xuan was silent for a moment. “It means the artifact is tired and needs to rest.”
He reached out, pulled her into his embrace, and covered them with the quilt. “Sleep.”
Ning Xian was encircled in his arms and struggled twice but couldn't break free.
She was quiet for a moment, then rubbed against him again, burying her small face in his chest.
Her hair brushed against his chin, ticklish.
Fang Xuan closed his eyes, almost falling asleep.
Ning Xian rubbed against him again, her hand resting on his waist, fingers gently tracing lines.
Fang Xuan didn't move.
She rubbed against him once more, her nose touching his collarbone, cool against his skin.
Fang Xuan opened his eyes and looked down at her.
Senior Sister had actually learned to act cute... Was this still his Senior Sister?
She tilted her small face up, rubbing back and forth in his embrace.
“Senior Sister,” Fang Xuan said helplessly.
“Hm?” Ning Xian blinked, looking very innocent.
Fang Xuan truly couldn't help but laugh. “Senior Sister, I have something even better.”
Ning Xian's eyes brightened for a moment, but she quickly put on a straight face, pretending not to care.
“What's better?”
Fang Xuan said nothing, just rolled over and pinned her beneath him.
Ning Xian froze for a moment, then her face slowly turned red.
She turned her head away, not looking at him, but her hand was still on his waist, not pushing him away...
...
Punishing the disobedient Senior Sister...
...
“Mm... ah! Ju... Junior Brother is much more powerful than the artifact,” her voice was broken, laced with a sob.
...
After severely punishing Senior Sister, he also got up.
He simply helped Senior Sister wash up.
But he couldn't resist, and in the bathroom, facing the mirror, he punished Senior Sister once more...
...
Fang Xuan looked at her...
Then he gently pressed her against the sink.
She was bent over, her hands braced on the marble counter...
The faucet was knocked open, water spilling onto the floor...
She stood on tiptoes, her legs trembling continuously; in the mirror, her eyes were red, her face streaked with what could have been water or tears...
...
Afterwards, Fang Xuan sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.
He silently recited it several times, but it was no use.
Ning Xian emerged from the bathroom, wearing one of his short-sleeved shirts, her hair still wet, droplets dripping onto the collar, creating a small dark patch.
She walked over and sat beside him, her leg brushing against his.
She reached for the water cup on the small tea table, and as she bent her waist, the hem of the short-sleeved shirt slid up, revealing a stretch of blindingly white waist.
After drinking water, she crossed her legs, her knees resting against his thighs.
Senior Sister wasn't like this before.
Previously, she would sit properly, gaze straight ahead, her hands resting on her knees.
Now, she rubbed and leaned, swaying back and forth in front of him; no matter how many times he recited “Form is emptiness,” it was useless...
Fang Xuan took a deep breath.
He couldn't take it anymore; it seemed he was completely under Senior Sister's control...
“Senior Sister, why don't we play something else?”
Ning Xian looked at him, her small face serious. “You lack ambition. We haven't even had the first one yet, and there are still ninety-nine more.”
Fang Xuan froze.
Was Senior Sister serious?
But Ning Xian had already leaned closer, straddling his lap, her hands on his shoulders, looking down at him.
The neckline of the short-sleeved shirt hung down, revealing a blindingly white expanse inside.
Fang Xuan felt like he might die in her hands...
He could only reluctantly punish Senior Sister again on the sofa.
She lay prone on the sofa, her face buried in the cushion, her voice muffled.
“Don't do it outside... just hold it in... and climax...”
Fang Xuan rubbed his forehead... At the last moment, he still stopped.
What a joke, he didn't want to actually have a child.
He didn't know if Senior Sister was joking, but if she was serious, it would be over.
During breakfast, Ning Xian sat across from him.
Fang Xuan looked at her and felt he couldn't drink the porridge.
So, he severely punished Senior Sister once more at the dining table...
Fang Xuan hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder.
She turned her head to rub against him, her eyelashes damp, her face still streaked with tears...
“Senior Sister,” Fang Xuan's voice was a little hoarse.
“Mm...” She hadn't recovered yet, her voice soft as if melting.
“In the future... can you not be like this first thing in the morning?”
“Why?”
“Because I'll... be drained dry.” Fang Xuan tried to use a terrifying tone, but halfway through, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Ning Xian froze for a moment, then she also laughed.
Fang Xuan thought, Let me die, then. Dying in Senior Sister's hands wouldn't be so bad...
The living room curtains billowed in the wind, the sunlight alternating between bright and dim.
The porridge on the table had cooled, rice water spilled across it, and the water on the floor hadn't dried yet.
The washing machine hummed on the balcony, clothes tumbling inside.
Someone was arguing downstairs, and a child was crying.
It was noisy... but he felt very comfortable.
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