Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

10 PM, hotel suite.

Ariel was getting a little impatient.

Tomorrow is the final of "Super Girl", and she is extremely nervous and desperately needs Su Yifeng's "encouragement".

The door opened, and Su Yifeng walked in.

"Mr. Su!" Ariel immediately pounced on him, clinging to him like a koala. "Why are you so late! I've been waiting for you for ages!"

Su Yifeng caught her and kissed her on the lips: "Something came up. How's your singing practice going?"

"You practiced very well! But... I'm still nervous..." Ariel nestled against his chest. "Mr. Su, do you think I can win the championship tomorrow?"

"Yes," Su Yifeng replied simply and directly.

"Really?" Ariel's eyes lit up.

"If I say you can, you can." Su Yifeng carried her to the sofa and sat her down. "Sing well tomorrow, don't worry about anything else."

"Mmm!" Ariel nodded vigorously, then her eyes darted around, and her fingers began to unbutton his shirt.

"Well...Mr. Su, to help me be in better shape tomorrow...shouldn't you give me some 'encouragement'?"

Su Yifeng chuckled and took her restless hand in his. "How can I encourage you?"

"Like...like before we rode bikes..." Ariel's voice was sweet, feigning shyness, but her body naturally pressed against hers. "You know..."

Su Yifeng looked at the undisguised desire and ingratiation in her eyes and knew that this girl was trying to relieve her tension in this way, and also to please him.

Riding a bike like that? Women really do like violence...

He lowered his head and kissed her, his hand slipping inside her clothes.

Ariel responded enthusiastically immediately.

Soon, suggestive sounds filled the living room.

That night, Ariel knew that tomorrow's match was very important, and Su Yifeng's "encouragement" was her greatest motivation.

Su Yifeng, unusually patient, gave her a rough "instruction".

……

The next day

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the hotel curtains, dappling the bed and creating patches of light.

Mu Yurou woke up first.

She blinked, still a little dazed, and felt her head was heavy—a lingering effect of drinking last night.

My throat is dry.

Then she felt someone beside her. She turned her head and saw her younger sister, Mu Xueqing, sleeping soundly with even breathing. Her long eyelashes cast a light shadow on her cheeks.

It was a face just as beautiful as hers.

The two sisters shared the same blanket, shoulder to shoulder.

And then... memories of last night flooded into my mind like a tidal wave.

The confession in the private room... the argument with his sister... that line, "We've decided to share you from now on"... and Su Yifeng's enigmatic smile...

"boom--"

Mu Yurou's face instantly turned bright red, from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears, and even her fingertips felt hot.

God!

What did I say yesterday!

What "I like you"... what "We can serve you together"...

Is this still me?

How could I have said such a thing!

Mu Yurou was so embarrassed that she wished she could immediately burrow into the blankets and never come out again.

She covered her face with her hands, feeling as if her cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

She peeked at her younger sister through her fingers. Mu Xueqing was still asleep, her sleeping face peaceful, her lips slightly pouting, like a child.

My sister also said... she likes Su Yifeng too...

Two sisters sharing one husband? If word got out, how would they ever face anyone?

But she meant what she said last night.

Alcohol amplified her emotions, but it also made her say things she dared not say before.

Mu Yurou gently lifted the blanket, wanting to quietly get out of bed to avoid the embarrassment of waking up at the same time as her sister.

She moved very gently, inching her way out little by little, afraid of waking Mu Xueqing.

But as soon as she moved, Mu Xueqing woke up.

Mu Xueqing opened her eyes groggily, her eyelashes fluttering a few times before her gaze slowly focused.

Upon seeing her sister, she was momentarily stunned, and then the memories of last night instantly returned.

"Sister..." she called out, her voice hoarse and slightly sticky from just waking up.

Then, her face also flushed red, even redder than Mu Yurou's, her whole face like a ripe tomato.

She remembered.

Not only did I confess my feelings last night, but I also "discussed" with my sister and came up with such an absurd "result"...

She actually told her sister that they could both be with Su Yifeng...!

Mu Xueqing suddenly pulled the blanket up high, burying her face in it, leaving only her eyes showing. Her gaze was evasive, and she dared not look at her sister.

"Awake?" Mu Yurou tried to remain calm, but her voice was a little weak, soft and sweet from just waking up. "Does your head hurt?"

"A little..." Mu Xueqing said softly, her voice muffled under the covers, avoiding her sister's gaze, and slowly sat up.

She also felt a heavy head and a dry throat, typical symptoms of a hangover.

The two sat side by side on the bed, speechless for a moment.

An awkward silence hung in the air, almost palpable.

The sunlight shone on them, warm and comforting, but it couldn't dispel the awkwardness in their hearts.

Mu Yurou clutched the corner of the blanket, her fingers unconsciously twisting the fabric.

Mu Xueqing stared at her toes, her fair little toes curling up nervously.

After a long while, Mu Yurou finally spoke softly, her voice barely audible, "Xueqing...last night...we..."

"I know," Mu Xueqing interrupted her, looking down at her fingers, her nails neatly trimmed. "I drank too much."

This statement sounds like an explanation, but it also sounds like an evasion.

She wanted to use the phrase "drank too much" to attribute all her absurd statements to alcohol.

"Me too..." Mu Yurou quickly chimed in, as if grasping at a lifeline, "I also drank too much, I blacked out, I don't remember anything."

Then there was another silence.

They all knew perfectly well that while the alcohol had played a part in what they said last night, it was mostly because they were speaking their minds under the influence of alcohol.

Alcohol is a catalyst, not the root cause.

But now that I'm sober and my senses have returned, those words have become incredibly shameful and embarrassing.

It's like laying your most secret thoughts bare in the sunlight, especially in front of the other person.

"Sister." Mu Xueqing suddenly looked up at Mu Yurou, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "You...you really like him?"

Mu Yurou was taken aback when her younger sister asked directly. Her face turned even redder, and her ears turned bright red.

She bit her lip, her fingers clenching tighter, and nodded gently: "Mmm."

The voice was soft, but firm.

"When did it start?" Mu Xueqing pressed, her eyes fixed on her sister.

"I don't know either..." Mu Yurou's voice was soft, her eyes somewhat unfocused, as if she were recalling something.

"Maybe it's... the times he helped us. Even though he was always so unreasonable, forcing us to wear those kinds of clothes, saying those kinds of things... he never really hurt us, and he saved you, saved Grandma..."

She paused, looked at her younger sister, her eyes gentle yet apologetic: "Xueqing, what about you? Do you truly love him, or... is it just out of gratitude?"

Mu Xueqing fell silent.

She recalled how Su Yifeng saved her—he appeared just in time when she was in despair and knocked all those people down.

When I picked her up, my arms were strong and my chest was broad.

She recalled how Su Yifeng always looked at them with that ambiguous smile, and spoke in a commanding tone, brooking no argument.

She recalled the occasional, barely perceptible tenderness that Su Yifeng revealed; though rare, it was undeniably present.

"I don't know," she said honestly, her tone somewhat confused. "Maybe it's just... I hate it, but... I can't help but care."