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

The next morning, Fang Xuan woke up groggily.

Then I woke up instantly.

What time is it?

He sat up abruptly, sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, so bright he could barely open his eyes.

Wait a minute...didn't he sleep on the sofa last night? Why is he in bed?

He looked down at himself; his clothes were still on, and the blanket was still covering him properly.

I looked at the seat next to me; it was empty, but there were faint indentations on the pillow, as if someone had lain there.

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, his mind not yet fully clear.

He got out of bed, saw his phone on the table, picked it up and glanced at it.

Eight o'clock.....

Fortunately, it's not too late.

A faint sound came from the kitchen.

Fang Xuan looked in the direction of the sound.

The kitchen door was half-open, letting in warm yellow sunlight and fine dust of flour floating in the air.

Ning Qian stood in front of the stove, her little face intently kneading the dough.

She wasn't wearing pants, just his white short-sleeved shirt.

He had worn that short-sleeved shirt for two years; the collar had become a bit loose from washing, and now it was hanging askew on her shoulder.

Her hair was casually tied back with a white cloth ribbon, revealing her slender, fair nape.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, filtering through the thin fabric.

Fang Xuan saw... no, he saw nothing.

But he just couldn't take his eyes off it.

The hem of her short-sleeved shirt barely covered her upper thighs, and her two straight legs shone white in the morning light, with slender calves and delicate ankles.

As she tiptoed to reach the spice jar on the high shelf, the hem of her short-sleeved shirt slipped up a bit more.

Then he saw...

A hint of pink lace was faintly visible on the inner thigh.

The ties hung loosely at her waist, swaying gently with her movements...

Fang Xuan felt a heat in his nose and quickly raised his hand to cover it.

This is killing me...

He took a deep breath and went into the kitchen.

"Sister... what are you doing?"

Ning Qian turned around, her little face covered in flour, the tip of her nose white. "Knead the dough, I'll make you some noodles later."

Fang Xuan was taken aback.

Why not just buy noodles directly? He scratched his head.

"That must be quite troublesome..."

Ning Qian continued kneading the dough.

The dough slowly became smooth in her hands; her movements weren't very skilled, but she was very focused.

"I'm glad you like it, Junior Brother..." she said softly.

Fang Xuan stood beside her, watching her knead the dough, roll out the wrappers, and cut them into strips.

Her hands were very white, and after being coated with flour, they looked like they were covered with a thin layer of frost.

Stray hairs fell across her forehead, and she tucked them behind her ear, revealing slightly reddened ear tips.

Fang Xuan suddenly spoke up: "Why... are you so good to me?"

Ning Qian paused for a moment.

She looked up at him.

A speck of flour still clung to the tip of his nose, but his eyes were earnest. "Because... my junior brother is the only person I love most."

Fang Xuan's ears turned bright red instantly.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at her.

But those words... sounded so familiar. It was as if he'd heard them somewhere before, like someone had said them to him a long, long time ago.

He raised his head, his eyes slightly vacant, and some blurry images flashed through his mind.

She was still wearing a long white dress, in a bamboo grove, a small courtyard, and an apricot tree.

Ning Qian felt a sudden tightness in her chest when she saw his dazed expression.

Could it be that my junior brother remembered?

She clenched the dough in her hand, waiting for him to speak.

Fang Xuan was only stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.

He scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

Lately, I've been acting strangely for no apparent reason...

Ning Qian's eyes darkened, and she lowered her head again, hiding her disappointment.

Fang Xuan hummed in agreement and walked out of the kitchen.

He sat at the dining table, watching the figure in the kitchen.

She had her head down, lost in thought.

The kneading motion was slower than before, as if I was a little distracted.

After a while, Ning Qian came out carrying two bowls of noodles.

Steaming hot noodles lay in the bowl, the broth was clear, and it was sprinkled with chopped green onions and a few pieces of green vegetables, along with a golden-fried egg.

Fang Xuan took a bite, and the taste was absolutely delicious.

"My sister's noodles are delicious..."

Ning Qian sat down opposite him, picked up her chopsticks, and smiled gently, "I'm glad you like it."

Fang Xuan lowered his head to eat his noodles, but his mind kept going back to what he had just said.

"The only person I love most"

When my sister said this, her eyes were very serious; she didn't seem to be joking.

But why is she so good to him...?

He secretly glanced at Ning Qian.

She was eating noodles, eating very quietly, taking small bites.

The sunlight shone on her, making her white short-sleeved shirt see-through again. Fang Xuan quickly lowered his head.

"Um... Sister, it's still early, how about we go for a walk outside?"

Ning Qian looked up at him: "Sunbathing?"

Fang Xuan was taken aback.

He originally meant to say take a walk, but sunbathing seems fine too.

"Hmm, that works too."

Ning Qian's lips curved slightly. Her junior brother really did enjoy sunbathing...

On the small balcony, there are two rattan chairs, which get just the right amount of sunshine but not too much.

Ning Qian chose a rattan chair and sat down, her legs together and slightly turned to the side.

The hem of the short-sleeved shirt barely covered the top of her thighs, and below that were her dazzlingly white legs.

The sunlight shone on her, making her white short-sleeved shirt almost transparent...

Fang Xuan glanced at it once, then quickly fixed his gaze on the lawn in the distance.

But I could still see it out of the corner of my eye.

The lace ties hung loosely at her waist, and the hem of her short sleeves was blown up slightly by the wind, revealing a small patch of fair skin on her waist.

Ning Qian sat there, squinting in the sun.

But in her heart she was thinking, "She's seducing me so much, and my junior brother only dares to peek?"

And isn't her junior brother the one who loves sunbathing the most? She opened her eyes and looked at Fang Xuan, who was standing three steps away.

"Come and sunbathe with your sister."

Fang Xuan swallowed hard and walked over.

Yes, he just came to sunbathe, he's not doing anything.

He sat down in another wicker chair, straightened his back, and looked straight ahead...

Ning Qian glanced at him.

Why sit so far away? Just as she was about to get up, the straps of the wicker chair caught on something.

Fang Xuan heard a soft sound and subconsciously looked over.

When Ning Qian stood up, the pink lace tie on her waist got caught in the gap of the rattan chair.

That thin pink lace panty was torn off and hung on the wicker chair...

Almost simultaneously, the hem of the short-sleeved shirt slipped down, covering the area that should have been covered.

But it was too late; Fang Xuan's nose was already bleeding.

Oh my god... oh my god...

He quickly turned his head and frantically wiped his nose, but the more he wiped, the more smeared it became, until his whole face was covered in smears.

Ning Qian didn't seem to care much.

Fang Xuan froze as she walked over.

She was very close to him, close enough that he could smell her fragrance.

That white short-sleeved shirt was see-through again, and the curve of her collarbone was faintly visible...

He quickly closed his eyes...

No, no, there's nothing down there... I can't look at it.

But the more he reminded himself of this, the clearer the image of nothingness below became in his mind.

Fang Xuan, you must hold on!