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

For several days in a row, Chu Cihan didn't sleep well.

As soon as I close my eyes, the sounds of that night automatically replay in my ears.

Soft humming, the creaking of the bed frame, and sobs muffled by the pillow.

The song plays on repeat indefinitely and can't be turned off.

She wanted to forget, but she remembered it more clearly than anyone else.

If you count, she hasn't slept soundly for four consecutive nights since that night.

When I looked in the mirror this morning, I saw two dark circles under my eyes that I couldn't cover even with my bangs.

Fortunately, there were no classes during summer vacation, so no one cared what time she got up or went to bed.

A person can lie still, but their mind can't stop.

The dinner table.

Mu Jingyan was peeling an egg for Shen Ye.

The eggshell peeled off piece by piece, leaving the egg white intact; the movements were incredibly skillful.

After peeling the porridge, I casually put it into his bowl, then picked up my own bowl of millet porridge, blew on it, and pushed it to his side.

"While it's hot."

His tone was flat, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Shen Ye took a sip and mumbled his thanks.

Chu Cihan sat opposite him, holding the milk, but didn't drink a drop.

She was completely unaware that water droplets on the cup were trickling down between her fingers.

The scene seemed ordinary on its own, but in her eyes, it became something else entirely.

schedule.

A fast and steady progress.

She knew that Mu Jingyan was the first among them to leave.

She herself was the last one to arrive, leaving her a full body length behind.

But she never expected it to happen so quickly.

The commotion that night was far beyond what it should have been "at the beginning".

Looking back at myself...

So far, her intimate record with Shen Ye consists of only one kiss.

If you lift it up, you could dig out a three-bedroom, one-living-room house with your toes.

If this trend continues...

She's practically living like a lone wolf; by the time she officially gives birth, she might not even get a sip of soup.

No.

Chu Cihan gripped the cup tightly, his gaze gradually darkening.

We can't just wait any longer.

The soup was getting cold; she had to take the initiative.

If Mu Jingyan's matter only made this thought pop into her head...

Then something happened next that solidified her choice.

That matter started with Mu Jinghuan.

...........

Mu Jinghuan has been very troubled lately.

the reason is simple.

Something's not right between my older sister and brother.

Specifically, sometimes at night, after she finished her own things, she would go to her sister's room to chat before returning to her own room.

Pushing open the door, the inside was empty.

The blankets were neatly folded, the lamp was off, and the person was nowhere to be found.

Then, as you pass by your brother's room, you can hear your sister making noises inside.

It was a very strange noise.

She sounded sullen, as if she were crying.

Then there were thuds, like something was hitting something.

It could also be a combination of the two.

The next day, she went to the person involved to verify.

"elder brother."

"Um?"

"Were you bullying your sister last night?"

Shen Ye's hand holding the water glass trembled, and a small amount of water spilled out.

"No, why are you suddenly asking that?"

I heard my sister crying yesterday.

"Ahem... well," he cleared his throat, "we're sparring."

Mu Jingyan, who was reading a book next to him, didn't even look up, and her reply was fluent and smooth.

"Yes, let's have a friendly competition."

"oh."

Mu Jinghuan nodded, turned around and left.

He took two steps, then stopped and looked back at them.

I didn't see anything and left.

To spar in martial arts?

She's just a bit slow, not stupid.

She has reservations about this statement.

There are actually many doubts.

First, why do you always choose to spar at night?

Second, why is the location always the older brother's room?

Third, why was my sister always so slow on the second day, and why did she keep supporting her back?

fourth.....

She hasn't figured out the fourth one yet, but she's already decided to take action and verify it.

One afternoon, in the living room.

Mu Jinghuan walked up to the two people and stopped.

"Brother, I also want to watch you two spar tonight."

The living room was quiet for two seconds.

Shen Ye and Mu Jingyan exchanged a glance.

"no."

The answer was decisive, without even a second of hesitation.

Why?

"I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you."

Shen Ye squatted down to be at eye level with her and explained in a serious tone, "When it really comes down to it, fists and feet don't discriminate."

"..."

Mu Jinghuan pursed her lips and rubbed the hem of her clothes with her fingertips.

How could you hurt yourself?

If there's real danger, it's not like she doesn't know how to avoid it.

Besides, it's not that I'm afraid of hurting her.

It's obvious they think she's in the way and don't want to play with her.

Her older siblings still treated her like a child.

She's an adult now.

Why is she always the one kept in the dark?

That night, Mu Jinghuan huddled in bed and made a momentous decision.

Peeking.

Firstly, to clear up the doubts, and secondly, to prove that I am no longer a child who needs to be protected.

The plan quickly took shape, consisting of three steps.

The first step is to figure out the pattern: the older siblings usually come upstairs after 9:30, and before entering the room, they will first check whether she has returned to her room.

The second step is to choose a night that won't arouse anyone's suspicion.

The third step was to hide in the brother's room and see for oneself.

She also conducted reconnaissance during the day in preparation for this operation.

He memorized the location of the wardrobe, the tightness of the door hinges, and which floorboard in the hallway would creak.

The opportunity didn't keep the little robot waiting for long.

That evening, the downstairs living room was unusually lively.

The TV was on, and a plate of sliced ​​fruit was laid out on the coffee table. Chu Cihan and Lin Chunuan were nestled at opposite ends of the sofa, arguing over who would get the last piece of watermelon.

Shen Ye leaned back on the single sofa, while Mu Jingyan sat beside him, studying the menu for tomorrow's breakfast.

There were four people downstairs.

A good time.

Mu Jinghuan sat cross-legged on the carpet and suddenly let out a big yawn.

He rubbed his eyes and mumbled something.

"Sister...I'm so sleepy..."

"I want to go back to sleep."

Her voice was soft, and coupled with her dazed little expression, anyone would believe it.

"Already sleepy?" Mu Jingyan turned her head. "You're up early today."

"Um."

The little robot responded, stood up while holding the teddy bear, and wobbled towards the stairs.

His back view screamed "I'm so sleepy."

No one suspected anything.

Even Shen Ye only smiled and gave a single word of advice.

"Go on, goodnight Huanhuan."

Goodnight, brother~

Once upstairs, the confusion on Mu Jinghuan's face vanished instantly.

Their steps stopped.

She first went back to her room, bent down, took off her cotton slippers, and placed them neatly on the side of the bed.

The sound of slippers stepping on the floor is impossible to hide.

You won't get that problem if you're barefoot.

After doing all this, she straightened up, pressed herself against the wall, and stealthily made her way to the end of the corridor.

My brother's door was unlocked.

She pressed the doorknob, slowly pushed it down, opening a crack just wide enough for a person to squeeze through, slipped inside, and then closed the door back to its original position.

The entire process was conducted without making a sound.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and only the light from the streetlights leaked in from the edges of the curtains, barely enough to make out the outlines of the furniture.

Mu Jinghuan stood still, looking around.

Finally, my gaze fell on the large wardrobe in the corner.

It is it.

The space was large enough to fit her in, and even with the door closed, a thin line could still be left for observation.

perfect.

She crawled into the wardrobe, parted the clothes in the middle, settled herself inside, and then closed the wardrobe door, leaving only that thin thread visible.

The fabric carried a faint scent of soapberry, mixed with the aroma of sunshine.

It was actually quite comfortable to snuggle up inside.

Mu Jinghuan huddled among the clothes, tilted her head slightly, and stared at the bed through the thin line, beginning her long vigil.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

The faint sounds of television and laughter drifted from downstairs, but no one came up.

twenty minutes.

My calves started to feel numb.

Thirty minutes.

She changed her posture to cross-legged.

My stomach rumbled at that very moment.

She frantically pressed down on it, afraid that the people downstairs would hear.

The laughter and chatter downstairs continued.

No one came up.

Mu Jinghuan supported herself on her knees, her head beginning to nod slowly.

The soft fabric clung to my face, and the scent of soap wafted through the air.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

No... I can't sleep...

Brother, brother's clothes are so soft.....

The more you resist sleepiness, the more intense it becomes.

Within minutes, the little robot's breathing became long and even.

She nestled the hoodie in her arms, rested her head against her shoulder, and fell asleep amidst her brother's entire wardrobe of clothes.