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

In the evening, Fang Xuan leaned back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

They played with small toys for quite a while, from the afternoon until dark.

He reflected on it seriously and decided that he couldn't let his senior sister use small toys when she was doing serious work, otherwise he wouldn't be able to eat the delicious meals she cooked.

The dishes tonight were mushy, the soup was salty, and the rice was undercooked.

But he still ate three bowls because his senior sister was sitting across from him watching him eat, and he figured she would be sad if he didn't.

Ningxian was still struggling with the washing machine on the balcony.

She squatted in front of the washing machine, tilting her head to study the buttons on the panel, her expression very serious, as if she were trying to decipher some ancient formation.

She'd been studying it for days, and every time she'd say, "I'll get it next time," and push him away, but it was always "next time."

Fang Xuan walked over and grabbed her small hand from behind. Her hand was small and fit perfectly in his palm.

"Press this first, then this, then this."

He guided her fingers to press each button one by one, and the washing machine began to hum...

Ning Qian tossed her hair, revealing her earlobes, which were slightly red.

As she watched the washing machine drum spin, she suddenly remembered something from a few years ago...

At that time, my junior brother had just arrived at Qingyun Sect and knew nothing.

She taught her younger brother to practice swordsmanship, but he still couldn't learn it no matter how many times she taught him.

She said he was just not talented enough and only now realized he was faking it, just wanting her to teach him a few more times.

The house collapsed then, and his bed was gone.

Her bed was split in half, with a blanket in between.

She couldn't sleep all night; her heart was racing.

She also believed it after they took a medicinal bath together later.

Looking back now, it was all on my junior brother's part; he made her seem like a complete idiot, knowing nothing at all.

But...has it been several years already?

She slightly curved her eyes, then quickly straightened her face.

I can't laugh, or my junior brothers will laugh at me...

"Alright." Fang Xuan released her hand.

"Mmm..." Ning Qian responded softly.

Fang Xuan looked at her, wondering why his senior sister was being so well-behaved today.

He reached out and touched her head again.

Ning Qian didn't dodge, but just squinted and rubbed her hands together.

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment. In the past, touching her head would always trigger her defense mechanism, and she would say, "You are not allowed to touch my head without permission."

I didn't say anything today, I just obediently let him touch me.

"Senior sister...?"

"Um?"

"It's nothing," Fang Xuan said with a smile, withdrawing his hand. "Let's go to sleep."

.......

The next morning, Fang Xuan was shaken awake.

He groggily opened his eyes, and Ning Qian was lying next to him, holding that little pink toy in her hand.

"Junior brother, the magic artifact is malfunctioning." She pressed the switch several times, but there was no response.

She patted it again, but there was still no response.

Fang Xuan covered his face... He had actually run out of energy from his senior sister's antics.

He played all day and then all night; he's addicted.

He turned over and pulled the blanket over his head.

"Alright, senior sister, that's enough playing."

Ning Qian pulled back the covers. "Why?"

"The power is out."

"What do you mean there's no power?"

Fang Xuan paused for a moment. "It's just that the magical artifact is tired and needs to rest."

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, then pulled the blanket over her. "Go to sleep."

Ning Qian was held in his arms and struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free.

She was quiet for a while, then snuggled closer and buried her face in his chest.

Her hair brushed against his chin, tickling him.

Fang Xuan closed his eyes and was almost asleep.

Ning Qian rubbed against him again, placed her hand on his waist, and gently traced her fingers back and forth.

Fang Xuan didn't move.

She nuzzled against him again, her nose brushing against his collarbone, feeling cool to the touch.

Fang Xuan opened his eyes and looked down at her.

His senior sister has actually learned to act cute... Is this still the same senior sister he knew?

She tilted her little face up and snuggled against him.

"Senior Sister," Fang Xuan said helplessly.

"Hmm?" Ning Qian blinked, looking very innocent.

Fang Xuanzhen couldn't help but laugh. "Senior sister, I have something even more amazing."

Ning Qian's eyes lit up for a moment, but she quickly straightened her face and pretended not to care.

"What's even more powerful?"

Fang Xuan didn't say anything, but simply turned over and pinned her down.

Ning Qian was stunned for a moment, then her face slowly turned red.

She turned her head away from him, but her hand remained on his waist, and she didn't push him away...

......

Punishing the disobedient senior sister...

........

"Um... Ah! Junior brother... Junior brother is much more powerful than magic weapons." Her voice was broken and tearful.

........

He punished his senior sister severely, and then got up.

I helped my senior sister wash up quickly.

But then, unable to resist, he punished his senior sister again in front of the mirror in the bathroom...

.......

Fang Xuan looked at her...

Then gently press it on the sink.

She was bent over, her hands resting on the marble countertop...

The faucet was knocked open, and water spilled all over the floor...

She stood on tiptoe, her legs trembling. In the mirror, her eyes were red-rimmed, and it was impossible to tell if the water on her face was water or tears…

......

After finishing, Fang Xuan sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color.

He repeated it to himself several times, but it was no use at all.

Ning Qian came out of the restroom, changed into his short-sleeved shirt, his hair was still wet, water droplets dripped onto the collar, leaving a small dark patch.

She walked over and sat down next to him, her legs brushing against his.

She reached for the water glass on the coffee table, and as she bent over, the hem of her short-sleeved shirt slid up, revealing a section of her waist that was dazzlingly white.

After she finished drinking the water, she crossed her legs again, resting her knees on his thighs.

My senior sister wasn't like this before.

She used to sit upright, with her eyes straight ahead and her hands on her knees.

Now she's rubbing against him, leaning on him, and waving around in front of him. No matter how many times he recites "form is emptiness," it's useless...

Fang Xuan took a deep breath.

He couldn't take it anymore; it seemed like his senior sister was about to completely control him...

"Senior sister, how about we play something else?"

Ning Qian looked at him, her little face turning serious. "You're so unambitious! You haven't even had your first one yet, there are still ninety-nine to go."

Fang Xuan was stunned.

Is my senior sister serious?

But Ning Qian had already moved closer, straddled his lap, put her hands on his shoulders, and looked down at him.

The neckline of the short-sleeved shirt drooped down, revealing a dazzling white interior.

Fang Xuan felt he might die at her hands...

I was forced to punish my senior sister again on the sofa.

She lay face down on the sofa, her face buried in the cushions, her voice muffled.

"Don't do it outside... just leave it there... Scream out..."

Fang Xuan sighed... but managed to stop himself at the last moment.

What a joke, he has no intention of actually having a child.

He didn't know if his senior was joking, but if it was true, he was doomed.

Ning Qian sat opposite him while they ate breakfast.

Fang Xuan looked at her and realized that she couldn't drink the porridge anymore.

So, he punished his senior sister severely at the dinner table again...

Fang Xuan hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

She turned her head and nuzzled against him, her eyelashes wet and her face streaked with tears...

"Senior Sister." Fang Xuan's voice was a little hoarse.

"Mmm..." She hadn't recovered yet, her voice was so soft it was almost melting.

"In the future... could you please not do this so early in the morning?"

Why?

"Because you'll... be squeezed to death." Fang Xuan wanted to say it in a terrifying tone, but he couldn't help but laugh out loud halfway through.

Ning Qian paused for a moment, then smiled.

Fang Xuan thought, "So be it, I'll die. Dying at my senior sister's hands wouldn't be so bad..."

The living room curtains were blown by the wind, and the sunlight flickered.

The porridge on the table had gone cold, rice water had spilled all over the table, and the water on the floor was still wet.

The washing machine was humming on the balcony, and the clothes were spinning around inside.

There are people arguing downstairs, and a child is crying.

It was very noisy... but he felt comfortable.