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

Back home, Fang Xuan's joy never stopped.

He sat on the sofa, looked at the wallpaper on his phone, and chuckled to himself for a while.

We held hands and watched a movie today, and I'm one step closer to marrying Ning Qian.

At this rate, they'll be able to get married in three to five years.

What should we name our third child?

As he was thinking, Ning Qian walked over with a serious face.

She still remembers the training.

Otherwise, if things continue like this, when will my junior brother remember that he is him, and remember those memories with her?

She'd been trying to seduce him since morning, but all he did was hold her hand and drag her to the theater.

.......

Ning Qian stood in front of him, looking down at him.

Fang Xuan looked up, and before he could react, she had already reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, pushing him down onto the sofa.

The back of my head hit the cushion; it was soft and didn't hurt.

But Fang Xuan was completely stunned.

Ning Qian straddled him, her legs spread apart on either side of his waist, her light blue skirt trailing behind her.

She looked down at him, trying hard to keep a straight face, her expression very serious.

Then, she said something that astonished Fang Xuan.

"Do it with me, hurry up."

Fang Xuan's ears turned bright red instantly.

Do? Do what?!

A hundred images flashed through his mind, each one making his heart race.

"Wait...wait a minute, this is too fast..."

He pushed her away a little.

Ning Qian suddenly felt a little wronged.

She just looked at him, and her eyes slowly reddened.

Seeing her aggrieved look, Fang Xuan also began to panic.

"Sister, I didn't mean... I meant..."

He tried to explain frantically, but the more he explained, the more confused he became.

Ning Qian sat on the other side of the sofa, turning her face away from him in a huff, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Fang Xuan leaned over to apologize, and she moved a little to the side.

Collect more, move more.

I moved to the armrest of the sofa; there was nowhere else to go.

"elder sister......"

"Don't call me 'sister,' you're so disobedient."

Ning Qian started talking to herself again, her eyes welling up with tears, and she complained to him with a wronged expression.

"He likes to run around alone without telling his senior sister, never cares about his injuries, and never feels sorry for himself..."

"He's so disobedient, always bullying me. He always makes me faint, and then he makes me wake up again..."

As Fang Xuan listened, some images suddenly flashed through his mind.

A white dress lay scattered on the ground, along with tears and sounds.

The images overlapped, and he couldn't tell which were real and which were fake.

But when he tried to think about it carefully, he couldn't remember anything.

Those blurry images were like reflections in water, shattering at the slightest touch...

He was lost in thought for a long time, but still couldn't remember anything.

But seeing Ning Qian growing increasingly heartbroken, all he could say was, "I'm sorry."

Besides those three words, he didn't know what else he could say.

Ning Qian looked up at him.

He just sat there, looking completely lost.

She suddenly felt a little regretful; she had said too much, and it sounded like a child crying to an adult.

She turned her face away, her ears turning slightly red.

"No...it's nothing," she said softly, "I was just kidding."

Fang Xuan looked at her.

She turned her face away from him, but the tips of her ears were red, and the hem of her skirt was crumpled from being twisted.

He suddenly realized that it wasn't so fierce after all.

"elder sister."

"......Um."

"Who is the person you just mentioned...?"

Ning Qian's fingers paused for a moment. "No one," she stood up and walked towards the room, "I was just making it up."

Fang Xuan watched her retreating figure, feeling that she was lying, but he had no proof...

........

In the evening, Fang Xuan came out after taking a shower and walked to his room while drying his hair.

Pushing open the door, Ning Qian was already lying in bed.

She was wearing his short-sleeved shirt, the blanket covering her waist, revealing her two fair and tender legs...delicious...

When she saw him come in, she patted the spot next to her.

"come over."

Fang Xuan's throat bobbed. "I'll sleep on the sofa..."

Ning Qian put on a stern face: "Come here. If you don't behave, I'll discipline you severely."

Fang Xuan didn't know what "severely disciplined" meant, but he was certain he wouldn't dare try it.

He went over and lay down on the edge of the bed.

Ning Qian pulled the blanket over him, then turned to face him.

The two were very close, close enough that he could see the curve of her eyelashes and smell her faint fragrance.

"Close your eyes and go to sleep," she said.

Fang Xuan closed his eyes. But his heart was beating too fast, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

After a while, he felt some movement around him.

Ning Qian moved a little closer to him, then a little closer still.

Then a hand reached over and rested on his waist, and then he buried his face in the crook of his shoulder.

Her breathing was very light, brushing against his neck, tickling him.

Fang Xuan dared not move.

He lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind a jumbled mess.

Too much happened today; he needs time to process it all.

What did she mean by saying those things... "Senior sister, running around recklessly, not taking care of yourself, working until you faint"?

Why do those images appear in his mind?

Why does he always feel like what she said really happened...?

He closed his eyes, trying to grasp the blurry images.

Bamboo grove, small courtyard, apricot tree, white long dress.

As he was thinking, a voice suddenly popped into his head.

Young man, do you want to know what you've forgotten?

Fang Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Who's speaking? He turned to look beside him; Ning Qian was already asleep, breathing evenly.

He looked around the room again; it was dark and empty.

The sound rang out again.

[Limited-time event now open.]

[Comprehension of the Laws of Time +1% (Breaks through the backlash of time, restores memories)]

Before Fang Xuan could react, a semi-transparent panel suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was pale gold, emitting a faint glow, and covered with densely packed words.

His eyes widened.

What is this? A game panel?

[Task 1: Be severely disciplined by Master Ning Qian one hundred times.]

He looked down...

[Task Two: Discipline Master Ning Qian severely one hundred times.]

[Task Three...]

[Task Four...]

[Task Five...]

As he read on, his face grew redder and redder.

There are 396 tasks, and every single one of them is related to "training".

[Mission 396: During the training process, train the unconscious master Ning Qian until she regains consciousness!]

Fang Xuan stared at the panel, completely stunned.

What is this? What does "training" mean?

His mind was in complete disarray, but he understood the last line of text.

[Complete these 396 tasks and you can remember everything you want to know!]

Everything he wanted to know.

Those blurry images, those inexplicable habits, and the things she said.

He knew there must be a reason for all of this.

There was a reason why Ning Qian suddenly appeared in his life.

He needs to know these reasons.

But this task... it's just too...

He glanced at Task One, then at Task Two, his ears turning bright red.

What is he supposed to do? Tell her, "Sister, please train me"?

Or should I just pin her down on the bed and say, "I'm going to discipline you"?

As he was thinking, the person on top of him stirred.

Ning Qian snuggled closer to him, her small face pressed against his chest, her breath soft and warm...

The panel was still floating in front of me, and a pale golden light shone on the ceiling.

He took a deep breath, staring at the tasks, his heart pounding as if it would burst out of his chest.

To do... or not to do it?

Ning Qian nuzzled him again, her lips brushing against his collarbone, soft and slightly warm.

Fang Xuan closed his eyes.

We must do it! We'll start tomorrow!

But... this was only to find out why those blurry images appeared in his mind... and those subconscious habits...