I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

He likes to eat because of a habit from his past life; his senior sister loved to cook, and it was all food she loved to eat.

Maybe they're too poor and have no choice but to do it themselves.

Ning Qian finally couldn't help but glance over. When she saw the fallen fish sashimi, her small nostrils twitched, as if she felt a little sorry for it.

Taking advantage of the situation, Fang Xuan poured another glass of wine and handed it to her, his tone gentle and coaxing: "Senior sister, just have a sip? This wine is indeed quite good, and it's full of spiritual energy. It might even be of some help to your cultivation."

Ning Qian finally turned her head with reluctance, glanced at him, then looked at the fragrant wine in the glass, and hesitantly reached out her hand.

The wine is mellow and sweet upon entry, then transforms into a gentle warmth that slides into the stomach—truly exceptional.

Her eyes lit up slightly, but she casually put down her cup and said, "It's alright."

But then she ate noticeably faster, and occasionally she would reach out with her chopsticks to pick up food from a distance.

When the wine glass is empty, one's gaze will unconsciously drift towards the wine jar.

Fang Xuan simply rested his chin on his hand and watched quietly.

He didn't point it out, but just kept refilling her wine, peeling shrimp shells, and removing fish bones.

Halfway through the meal, Fang Xuan picked up the little black dog that had been curled up at his feet and put it on the table, then picked up a piece of green vegetable to tease it.

The little black cat wriggled closer, touched the vegetable leaves, but didn't seem very interested.

Then it looked at Fang Xuan's wine glass, moved over with a few plops, and curiously took a sip.

The dark body seemed to shudder, and then... it went completely limp.

A layer of slightly flushed pink appeared on the surface, as if it were intoxicated.

"Ha." Fang Xuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ning Qian looked at the little black dog, who was sprawled out in a ball and fast asleep, and couldn't help but smile.

But she quickly composed herself, maintaining her aloof demeanor, only her gaze softened considerably...

.......

A while later.

Ning Qian held the wine glass and took small sips.

She kept her eyes fixed on the window, ignoring him, and still looked very angry.

"Why haven't you gone back yet...? Are you redoubled your efforts in cultivation, or are you deceiving your senior sister again...?"

Fang Xuan could only mumble in confusion, "Ahem, Senior Sister, it really is still early."

It wasn't that he was unwilling; he was now a Nascent Soul cultivator, and his physique was simply too strong.

Because of the various laws and abilities that constantly harmed her body, her senior sister's body was even more delicate than that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.

Yesterday... I fainted several times again.

He was genuinely worried that his senior sister's health wouldn't be able to handle it.

Ning Qian interrupted him, leaning forward slightly, her breath almost brushing against his face across the small tea table.

Her little face was tense, and she tried her best to look fierce.

"I think you're just scared, scared of losing face in front of a delicate senior sister like me..."

Fang Xuan: "..."

Senior sister, isn't your provocation a bit too direct?

"Today, I'm going to prove it to you."

Ning Qian's voice was even lower, with a slight tremor.

"Right here... I'll... have sex with you, and see if you dare to look down on your senior sister again... I'll make you feel ashamed and indignant... Hmm..."

She seemed unable to think of a harsher word, paused for a moment, and then managed to stammer out: "...to die of shame and indignation!"

Fang Xuan simply continued to smile and look at her.

He might die of shame and indignation... or perhaps he'll die comfortably before he dies of shame and indignation.

And... Senior sister, isn't your hobby getting more and more exciting?

Ning Qian felt even more flustered when she saw that he was just looking at her without saying a word, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

But the corrupted Ning Qian had completely gained the upper hand, trampling the two villains, "Qing Leng" and "Tan Huan," under her feet and shouting wildly.

Yes! That's it, using the excuse of punishing my junior brother!

Press him down hard against the window and do it! Anyway, we've used a concealment array, nobody can see us, hurry!

......

Ning Qian pushed him to the window facing the street. The window was half open, and the noise from the street below could be faintly heard.

She placed her hands on his chest, tilted her face up, and tried to maintain her composure: "Now...now you know fear, right? I...I want to stay here..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fang Xuan lowered his head and kissed her, silencing her completely.

"Hmm..."

Ning Qian's composure crumbled instantly, and her body went limp.

While kissing her, Fang Xuan casually used a few simple soundproofing barriers, and then added two layers of advanced concealment formations that Ning Qian had taught him.

Make sure that from the outside, this place is completely empty, and that no sound or scent is detected.

The kiss deepened, and Fang Xuan's hands began to wander.

In her hazy state, Ning Qian felt her back press against the window frame, while in front of her was his burning chest.

The faint sounds of voices downstairs added to the secretive thrill.

She was both nervous and excited, her body trembling slightly.

"Junior Brother..." she gasped, her voice broken, "No...not here, let's go...let's go back..."

"Didn't Senior Sister say we were going to be here? What... are you scared?"

.......

Fang Xuan, mindful of her health and the surroundings, moved with greater gentleness and restraint than usual.

But this gentleness, given Ning Qian's sensitive body and mind, became another form of extreme torment...

She felt like a small boat in a storm, being pushed and swayed by gentle yet irresistible waves.

Reason was repeatedly pulled at the edge of shame, until it finally broke down completely.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Ning Qian's consciousness was fading and she was almost at the peak—

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door of the private room.

A woman's voice rang out from outside: "Sir, the rock sugar pear soup you ordered earlier is ready. Shall we bring it in now?"

......

Fang Xuan also stopped, his breathing somewhat unsteady.

He glanced at his senior sister, who was trembling uncontrollably in his arms with a dazed and unfocused look, and then looked at the doorway.

Ning Qian raised her tear-blurred eyes, using the last vestige of clarity, her voice so broken it was almost inaudible, only a pleading tone tinged with sobs:

"No...please don't open the door...!"

"Is Senior Sister begging me?"

"Please...please..."

Ning Qian buried her burning face in his chest, her voice barely a whisper, "Don't...don't open the door... Waaah..."

.......

At this moment, the person outside seemed to sense no response from inside and raised their voice again: "Sir/Madam? The rock sugar pear soup is getting cold. Shall I come in?"

As he spoke, the doorknob seemed to turn slightly.

Ning Qian's body suddenly tensed up to the extreme.

Fang Xuan's eyes darkened, and he whispered something in her ear.

......

"Squeak—" The door was gently pushed open.

A young waitress carrying a food box peeked in with a smile: "Sir, yours... oh?"

She was stunned.

The private room was empty, with the window half-open and a gentle breeze stirring the curtains.

There's no one here.

"Strange... I clearly heard some noise inside just now... Could they have already left?"

The waitress scratched her head in confusion, went inside, and placed the food box on the table.

Her gaze inadvertently swept across the ground.

Ok?

On the wooden floor near the window, there seems to be... a small, damp stain?

Maybe the cleaning staff accidentally spilled the water?

Without giving it much thought, she put down the stew, closed the door, and left.