A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

The snow stopped this morning.

A thick layer of white had accumulated on the eaves, and when the sunlight shone on it, it reflected a scattering of light that made people squint.

Shen Ye stood in the entryway with his bag on his back, bending down to tie his shoelaces.

Lin Chunuan hopped around beside him, humming an off-key song, as excited as a bird released from its cage.

Finally, I'm going home.

Although she was having a great time here, the little girl couldn't stop smiling as she thought about seeing her parents soon, eating her mother's cooking, and snuggling in the bed she'd slept in since she was a child.

"Hurry up, brother!"

She tugged at Shen Ye's sleeve, urging him on.

"What's the rush? The car hasn't arrived yet."

Shen Ye tied his shoelaces, straightened up, and picked up his luggage bag from the ground.

At the entrance, Mu Jinghuan was wrapped in a fluffy white down jacket, with a scarf around her neck, revealing only her small face and eyes.

She got up very early today.

The little robot felt a little empty inside as its older brother was about to leave.

"Brother, I'll see you off."

She tilted her head back, her voice soft.

"Okay." Shen Ye did not refuse.

Strangely, Mu Jingyan's door has been closed since morning, and there hasn't been a sound.

Lin Chunuan knocked on the door once, but there was no response from inside.

"Is my sister still sleeping?" the little robot asked.

Shen Ye's fingers paused on the bag strap.

"Yes, she stayed up too late doing her homework yesterday, let her sleep a little longer."

When he said this, his gaze drifted elsewhere, and his tone was so natural that it was impeccable.

I did write too late last night.

To be precise, he was too late in working on her leg.

He rubbed from the JK uniform to the socks, from the ankles to the thighs, thoroughly playing with those long, slender legs.

In the end, Mu Jingyan didn't even have the strength to curse him anymore. All that was left were soft moans and trembling breaths. She was completely limp and couldn't even open her eyes when he tucked her back into the bed.

When he climbed off her lap this morning, the guy was still fast asleep, lying on his side.

Thinking about it, Shen Ye felt a little guilty.

"elder brother?"

Lin Chunuan's voice pulled him back to reality.

"I'm gone."

The three people went out the door.

Mu Jinghuan walked between the two, her scarf wrapped around her nose, her breath condensing into white mist in front of her eyes.

The ride-hailing car had already arrived at the intersection.

"Brother, be careful on the road."

Mu Jinghuan tugged at Shen Ye's sleeve and looked up at him.

"Know."

"My sister and I will have a good New Year, don't worry, brother."

"Um."

"elder brother......"

She called out again, then fell silent, only her fingers tightened around the hem of his clothes.

He wanted to ask about what happened last night, but after thinking about it, he realized that since his sister and brother wouldn't say anything, he shouldn't ask either.

Shen Ye chuckled, freeing one hand to rub her head above the scarf.

"Let's go back inside, it's cold outside."

"I'll come back after Nuannuan and I celebrate the New Year."

"Mmm." The little robot suppressed its doubts and nodded vigorously.

Lin Chunuan also came over and hugged her: "Bye-bye Huanhuan, I'll send you a message for the New Year!"

Bye-bye~

The two of them got into the car with their luggage.

Mu Jinghuan stood at the intersection, tiptoeing, watching the silver-gray car slowly start, merge into the traffic, become a small dot, and finally disappear completely at the end of the road.

She was still standing there.

One puff of white breath followed another, and the fluffy fabric of the scarf swayed gently in the wind.

She had never experienced spending the New Year with just her sister before.

The little robot gripped its scarf tightly, a strange tension rising within it.

Oh, right, sister.

She suddenly remembered that her sister was still sleeping at home.

It's so late, why is my sister still sleeping?

Mu Jinghuan turned around and ran back through the snow, her boots leaving a trail of shallow footprints in the snow.

When she got home, she took off her down jacket, hung it up, and tiptoed upstairs to the second floor.

My sister's door was ajar, with a crack in it.

Mu Jinghuan gripped the doorknob and slowly pushed it open.

The room was pitch black, with only a crack in the heavy curtains, allowing a few rays of sunlight to stream in and fall on the edge of the bed.

With this dim light, Mu Jinghuan could barely make out the situation on the bed.

She opened her mouth as if to wake her sister, but immediately swallowed her words.

On the large bed, my older sister was fast asleep, lying on her side.

What are you wearing...?

A dark blue pleated skirt, the hem of which was bunched up at the waist in her sleep.

Two buttons on her shirt were undone, revealing a small section of her collarbone and a pair of white ankle socks.

The older sister's arms and long legs held the blanket tightly in her arms, as if she were hugging some precious treasure.

The little robot stood at the door and blinked.

She didn't know what JK was, but she was curious why her older sister was sleeping in this strange outfit that looked like a student's clothes from an anime.

She didn't listen outside the door for long last night, fearing she would be discovered, and quickly ran back to her room.

Now, looking at my sister sleeping soundly on the bed, her face full of exhaustion, and then at the red marks on her thighs...

The young woman stood there, lost in thought.

Weren't my sister and brother kissing last night?

If you're going to kiss, shouldn't your lips be touching?

Why are there marks on the older sister's legs?

Also, why does my sister insist on sleeping in this outfit?

Countless questions popped up in Mu Jinghuan's little head.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind—

Could it be that...

Does my brother like seeing other people wear clothes like this?

...........

"Knock knock knock".

Lin Jianye, who was sitting in the living room eating sunflower seeds, heard a knock on the door, immediately paused the TV, and quickly came over to open the door in his slippers.

The moment the door opened:

"dad!"

A pink figure rushed straight into his arms.

Lin Jianye was knocked back two steps, his back hitting the shoe cabinet. His daughter clung tightly to his waist, rubbing her head against his chest.

"I missed you so much, Dad!"

"Ouch--"

Lin Jianye was caught in a dilemma, unable to move forward or backward, so he could only use one hand to pat his daughter's back.

"I missed you so much! It's only been less than a month since I left, but it feels like a year..."

"I just miss you..."

Lin Chunuan tilted her head up and said in a cute and coquettish tone.

Lin Jianye shook his head helplessly, pulled his daughter off him, and straightened her up.

Then, he looked out the door.

"Xiaoye, don't stand outside, come in quickly."

As he spoke, Lin Jianye reached out to take the bag from his hand.

"it is good."

Shen Ye handed over the bag, changed his shoes, and went inside.

The family entered the living room.

The heating was on full blast, and there were sunflower seeds, peanuts, and tangerines on the coffee table.

The sound of footsteps, "tap tap tap," came from the direction of the bedroom.

"Nuan Nuan is back?"

Xu Muwan walked out of the bedroom, wearing the same pink loungewear as Lin Chunuan.

"Mother!"

Lin Chunu scored twice, and then made another save.

Xu Muwan cried out "Ouch!" when she was bumped, and hugged her daughter tightly.

"How old are you? You're almost an adult, why do you still act like a little girl, hugging everyone you see..."

"I want to be hugged..."

The mother and daughter hugged each other and started chatting away.

"Have you lost weight? Are you eating well outside?"

"Okay, okay, brother's cooking is delicious!"

"Then why is your face so round?"

"That's...that's happy weight gain!"

"Ha ha ha ha......"

The mother and daughter walked arm in arm, laughing and joking, into the bedroom, probably to try on the new clothes the mother had bought.

For a moment, only Shen Ye and Lin Jianye, two grown men, remained in the living room.

Lin Jianye put his daughter's luggage on the sofa, turned around, and his gaze fell on Shen Ye.

He picked up the plate of melon seeds from the coffee table and pushed it towards Shen Ye.

"Xiaoye, sit down."