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

Her hands were frying vegetables, but her body was still trembling slightly...

I stood on my tiptoes, but couldn't touch the ground, and my legs kept shaking.

How can someone who can barely stand properly cook a meal?

"Um... Ah... Slow down, it's... it's going to burn." Her voice was broken and trembling with sobs.

Things have calmed down...

Ning Qian caught her breath, then bit her lower lip and tried to stir-fry it quickly a few more times...

The shredded potatoes in the pot have become a bit burnt and are stuck to the bottom, making them impossible to scrape off with a spatula...

"Hmm... alright... junior brother, no, we can't continue..."

Her voice trailed off, her eyes welled up, and tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the stove...

I want to feel so good...

Her consciousness began to fade; her hand was still gripping the spatula, but she no longer knew what she was cooking...

........

Finally, during the acceleration...

Ning Qian's whole body went limp, and she slumped onto the stove, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks...

The spatula slipped from her hand and fell to the ground...

And she was so happy that she lost consciousness and fainted...

Fang Xuan glanced at the potato paste in the pot, then at the pile of shredded potatoes on the ground...

Um... although the dish wasn't cooked perfectly, it was my senior who cooked it...

And while I was doing this, I also cooked the rice.

Cough cough... Maybe I'll be able to cook the dish well next time I try...

He turned off the fire, moved the pot aside, and then picked up his senior sister horizontally.

I put her back in the room and covered her with a blanket...

It was getting late, and he still had to go and cook the meal again.

Junior Sister, you really need to train a bit... otherwise your body is so sensitive...

How about trying...the little toys of this world next time?

For example... that... and that...

......

I left the room.

I rummaged through the refrigerator and found half a rack of pork ribs, some corn I bought yesterday, and two carrots left.

Fang Xuan took out all the ingredients, tied on an apron, and started working.

His cooking skills are so-so, but he can easily make a pork rib soup.

Blanch the pork ribs, remove them, rinse them, and put them back in the pot with water.

Add ginger slices, scallion knots, and cooking wine one by one.

Bring to a boil over high heat, skim off the foam, then reduce to a simmer and cook slowly.

Cut the corn into sections and the carrots into chunks. Add them to the pot after the soup has simmered until it is fragrant.

As he chopped, he kept thinking about what had just happened: his senior sister lying on the stove crying, her legs so weak she couldn't even stand up.

And that line, "The food's burnt," was delivered with a tearful tone, sounding both aggrieved and funny.

He casually took out his phone and scrolled through it.

I was originally planning to check how long the soup needed to simmer, but my finger unconsciously slid onto the shopping app.

He stared at the screen for a while before realizing... that there are so many kinds of small toys.

Silently, I added all the items to my shopping cart, placed the order, and completed the process in one smooth motion.

Cough cough, he just wanted to fully train his senior sister's endurance, he didn't have any other intentions.

As for stockings, he didn't really like them; they only affected his ability to appreciate his senior's bare feet.

However... if we made the senior sister's age a little younger.

She's about fourteen or fifteen years old, so it's okay for her to wear white stockings...

No, no, this idea is too dangerous.

He quickly shook his head, trying to shake those images out of his mind.

Without stopping, she put the lid on the pot, and the soup simmered on a low flame, its aroma slowly wafting out.

He took out his phone again and placed an order.

White stockings, over the knee, with lace trim, and a pair of white pantyhose.

He's a genius.

Then put the phone back in his pocket, pretending nothing had happened...

.......

Eat well.

When Fang Xuan had some free time in the evening, he leaned back on the sofa and opened his phone. As soon as the interface for the card game "Three Kingdoms Kill" popped up, Ning Qian peeked over from the side.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Game." Fang Xuan opened a game, selected a general, and just as the female general's portrait popped up, Ning Qian snatched his phone away.

She stared at the screen, her little face hardening. "Hmph, obscene stuff."

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then leaned closer to take a look.

The female general on the screen... is very impressive; the artist clearly put a lot of effort into this part.

He scratched his head; the artist had indeed gone a bit too far.

Ning Qian looked down at herself.

Hers isn't small either, it's just that she usually covers herself up tightly, so you can't tell.

She glanced at the screen again, shoved the phone back into Fang Xuan's hand, and then puffed out her small chest.

The white short-sleeved shirt was stretched into two... curves, and the waistline was so thin it could be encircled by a hand.

"Just watch me," she said, her voice cool and detached, as if she were discussing something very serious.

Fang Xuan looked at her, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile. "Mmm, Senior Sister is still the prettiest."

Ning Qian snorted, but her ears turned red.

She pretended not to hear and looked out the window.

Fang Xuan then reached out and pinched her waist.

It's very thin; you can just hold half of it in one hand...

My other hand squeezed... there, and a palm landed perfectly on it... It was perfect.

.........

By the evening of the second day, Fang Xuan had received the small toys he had bought.

The packaging was very secure; it was a black bag, so you couldn't tell what was inside.

After disassembling it, I read the instruction manual again and studied it for a long time before I finally figured out how to use it.

Cough cough... It's quite multifunctional.

Ning Qian was still on the balcony, intently trying to figure out how to use the washing machine. Her face was serious, and she couldn't get it right even after trying for a long time.

"Senior sister," Fang Xuan cleared his throat, "I have something to show you."

Ning Qian glanced at him again, but this time she didn't turn back.

Fang Xuan took out the items, a small box, opened it, and inside lay several small objects.

Pink, white, and a bit oddly shaped...

"What is this?"

"Ahem..." Fang Xuan said in a serious tone, "This is a magical artifact used to train the body. After using it, the body will last longer and won't be so sensitive..."

Ning Qian's ears slowly turned red.

She looked at the little things, wondering if she should put them in.

Master...Junior brother would never lie to her.

"Well...we can give it a try."

She only wanted to improve her strength so that she could eventually have her junior brother under her. She didn't... want to do anything else.

Fang Xuan continued to tease her, "Not yet. Before using this, we need to adjust Senior Sister's body to the most suitable state. I'll first make Senior Sister's body look like that of a fourteen-year-old, so that we can better enhance... the effect, right?"

"Oh... okay, okay." Ning Qian agreed without really understanding what was going on.

My junior brother is definitely right.

Fang Xuan activated the laws of time, and a pale golden light illuminated the entire living room.

Ning Qian's body began to change, very subtle changes, but he could see them clearly.

Her chin became thinner, making her eyes appear larger.

The white short-sleeved shirt grew longer, the hem reaching down to the knees, the sleeves covering the fingers, and the whole person huddled inside.

Fang Xuan looked at her...

The petite senior sister, with her cool and aloof face, only reached his chest in height.

Cough cough... It feels so good.

Fang Xuan, you are a complete pervert.

No, no, no, you're a genius.

After all, they're only two years apart, what's the problem?

He then took out a pair of white lace-trimmed over-the-knee socks and squatted down.

Ning Qian stood obediently, watching him help her put on her socks, not knowing what he was doing.

The white stockings slowly rolled up from the toes, covering the ankles, the calves, and all the way up to the knees.

The lace trim was drawn across her thigh, sinking slightly in, almost blending into her fair skin...

Fang Xuan stood up and took a step back.

She stood there, wearing his short-sleeved shirt, which looked like a skirt, with white knee-high socks covering her slender legs. Her small face was tilted up as she looked at him, her eyes cold and aloof.

"Junior brother, is it okay now?" she asked with a serious expression.

Fang Xuan stared at her for a long time.

He was doomed, he was doomed... It felt so good, his throat felt like it was on fire.

No, no, it's still too sinful.

Forget it, let's change it back.

This body type doesn't suit my senior sister; she looks better as she is.

Ahem, Little Senior Sister... it's fine to show her off occasionally so it's a treat for the eyes.

He took another deep breath, then raised his hand, and the laws of time surged once more.

A pale golden light enveloped Ning Qian, and her body began to slowly recover, growing taller and returning to its original size.

The short-sleeved shirts were shortened, revealing the waist, and the white socks slid down from the thighs to the knees, and then from the knees to the calves.

Fang Xuan handed her the small box again. "This... is for training. Senior Sister, take a look at it yourself."

Ning Qian took the box, looked down at the contents, and then looked up at Fang Xuan.

"Junior brother, won't you help me?"

Fang Xuan swallowed hard. "I...I'll go cook first."

He couldn't let his senior sister find out he had the remote control, so he had to use it secretly... and then... cough cough.

This is all to train my senior sister's sensitive body.

My senior sister will definitely forgive him.

Ning Qian watched his disheveled figure, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

She looked down at the small boxes in her hand, picked one up—it was pink and tiny.

Should I put it in? My junior brother said it can help with body training.

Her ears turned red.

But her junior brother wasn't there; how could she leave alone?

She sat on the sofa, holding the box, staring blankly at the TV.

In the kitchen, Fang Xuan leaned against the refrigerator and took several deep breaths to calm down.

I almost committed a crime just now, but thankfully I managed to restrain myself...