My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

Jiang Ran's fingertips lingered on Su Qing's shoulder for a moment before slowly moving upwards.

My fingertips glide over that delicate, deep collarbone, every curve of which seems to have been drawn with the most exquisite brushstrokes.

Her fingers continued upwards, stroking along the side of Su Qing's slender neck, where the skin was so thin that the fine veins underneath could be faintly seen, before finally landing gently on Su Qing's cheek.

His thumb lightly brushed against the corner of her lips, touching those soft, cherry-pink lips. The temperature under his fingertip was warm and soft, rising and falling with her even breathing.

She paused, turned her head slightly, and spoke softly to the empty space beside her: [No peeking.]

The silence in the room was broken by a barely perceptible crackling sound of electricity.

The system's voice remained the same steady, almost monotonous, synthesized electronic tone, but there seemed to be a subtle hint of helplessness in its wording: [System functions have been temporarily shut down and the system has entered hibernation mode. The next wake-up time will be set by the host.]

After a brief pause, the faint electrical sound disappeared completely, as if something had silently withdrawn from this space.

Jiang Ran withdrew her gaze and looked back at Su Qing, who was fast asleep in front of her.

She gently brushed a few stray strands of hair that had fallen across her sister's cheek behind her ear, then leaned down and pressed her face close to hers.

Her sister's breath brushed against her cheek, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance—the scent she had used to fall asleep on countless nights.

She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to those soft lips, gently and carefully touching them, as if kissing a lost treasure that had been found again.

Even though it was only their first time trying, the kiss quickly became more than just a fleeting encounter… She wanted more, she wanted to make up for everything that had been missing, everything that had been longed for, and all the warmth she had repeatedly tried to capture during those sleepless nights.

She pried open those soft lips and kissed them even deeper.

……

"Ugh..." Su Qing let out a soft groan in her sleep.

The difficulty in breathing made her instinctively struggle slightly, and her brows furrowed gently.

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Jiang Ran released her lips and stepped back slightly.

Su Qing finally calmed down, her lips flushed an alluring blush from the kiss, even more vibrant than when she had just finished soaking in the hot spring.

Jiang Ran gently licked the corner of her mouth, the sweet taste of her sister still lingering between her lips and teeth.

She reached out and gently lifted Su Qing's blanket, her gaze falling on her sister's bathrobe, which was now even more disheveled from her earlier actions.

The neckline had become even wider at some point, revealing a section of fair, glowing collarbone and shoulders. The waist tie hung loosely, as if it would come undone with the slightest tug.

Her fingers slid under the slightly open hem of her sister's clothes and gently pushed the hem of the bathrobe up.

A flawless, white abdomen gradually emerged, flat and soft, its skin gleaming with a gentle glow under the warm yellow glow of the nightlight.

The waistline is slender and smooth, with the curves on both sides gracefully tucked into the loose ties of the bathrobe, rising and falling gently with each even breath.

Jiang Ran's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as her gaze slowly moved upwards along that fair skin. Her bathrobe was pushed up higher, revealing the curve of her breasts that had slightly gathered due to lying on her side.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

It seems that my sister's body hasn't remained completely unchanged either.

She couldn't resist and gently pinched it.

"Hmm..." Su Qing let out a soft hum in her sleep, her body involuntarily twisting slightly.

Her skin was slightly flushed from the touch, like a layer of pale pink watercolor spread on a white canvas.

Jiang Ran watched as her sister unconsciously twisted her body in her sleep, trying to avoid her fingers. Her sister looked so obedient and soft, so cute that it made Jiang Ran's heart tremble.

She pulled her hand back and turned to confirm what she really wanted to confirm today... Her fingers very lightly touched the fair skin in the center of Su Qing's chest, directly above her heart, in that spot, where there was no wound.

She gently stroked the skin again, and it was as smooth as ever, without any scars or even a trace.

The place that was once pierced by a blade and soaked in blood is now completely intact.

She silently made a mental note of it, but then she couldn't stop gently stroking her sister... Her sister's body was so hot.

Her fair skin had a faint pink tinge, and she could feel her sister's body trembling slightly, her previously steady breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

Then she saw her sister suddenly frown in her sleep, huff angrily, roll over to the side, hug another pillow, and continue sleeping with her back to her.

The movements were executed in one smooth, decisive motion.

Jiang Ran was stunned for a moment. She looked down at her hand, which was hanging in mid-air, and then at her sister's back, which was huddled up in a ball with her face buried in the pillow. It took her a while to confirm that her sister was really still sleeping and had not been woken up by her.

She couldn't help but chuckle softly, a sound so gentle it was like petals scattered by the wind falling onto the water's surface.

"Sister, you're so cute." She brought her lips close to Su Qing's small earlobe and murmured very softly.

She knew her sister couldn't hear, but she still wanted to speak.

Then she saw her sister's fair ear gradually turn from pink to a faint blush, as if it had heard her words.

A soft sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart, like a warm cloud melting in her chest.

She wanted to get closer to her sister, but seeing her sister sleeping so soundly, breathing evenly and deeply, her cheeks buried in the pillow, forming a soft curve... well, she'd let her off this time.

She helped her sister straighten her bathrobe, carefully tying the ties into a bow, and then pulled the blanket up to cover her bare shoulders.

She went around to the other side of the bed, gently lifted the blanket and crawled in, wrapping her arms around Su Qing's waist from behind, burying her face in the back of her neck, and taking a deep breath.

My sister's hair smelled of roses, mixed with her own unique, subtle, delicious scent.

After lying with her eyes closed for about two minutes, Jiang Ran opened them again.

Looking at the sleeping, unguarded figure in front of her, a wicked thought suddenly popped into her head... She couldn't sleep; her heart was still pounding, and every nerve was still trembling slightly from the intimate contact they had just had.

But the culprit, the older sister, is sleeping so soundly!

She curled up in a ball, hugging her pillow, her breathing as even as a contented kitten.

She has to punish her.

She gently turned Su Qing's body back so that her sister was facing her again.

Her sleeping face remained peaceful and sweet, with a faint blush of the kiss still lingering on her lips.

She leaned down and pressed her lips against those soft lips again. This time, she didn't leave any marks on her sister's neck or collarbone, where they would be noticeable, because she was sleeping with her sister in her arms from behind. So her kiss landed on that smooth, flawless back.

Su Qing's back has beautiful, smooth lines, and her skin is as white as the finest mutton fat jade.

Jiang Ran lowered her head and placed a series of delicate kisses on that soft skin, from the back of her neck down, leaving faint crimson marks on both sides of her spine.

Those marks are like a painting she meticulously created, each stroke a unique signature, each place revealing her greed and restraint.

Looking at her masterpiece, her eyes brimming with an intense, almost overflowing possessiveness, she hugged her sister even tighter.

Her lips pressed against Su Qing's nape, her voice low and possessive, not directed at the sleeping person in her arms, but at the one who had silently retreated into the corner: "Don't tell your sister about this. Also, give your sister the reward she deserves."

A moment of silence fell over the air.

The system's voice sounded again, still steady and restrained, but more concise than ever: [Understood.] Then silence returned.

Jiang Ran didn't say anything more, but buried her face in the back of Su Qing's neck again and closed her eyes.

Her arms were wrapped around her sister's waist, her palms pressed against her warm lower abdomen, and she could feel her sister's steady heartbeat and even breathing.

Unlike the days three years ago when I could only stand in the shadows and watch her, and unlike the night just now when I could only place my palm on her hand through the glass.

This time, her sister was real, warm, alive, and in her arms...

"Sigh... Sister~ Xiao Ran still can't sleep..."

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