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

"What are you doing here instead of sleeping?" Wen Liang asked, wrapped in a bath towel, looking at the person in front of him who was clearly still drunk. His tone was somewhat helpless.

Lin Zhi stared blankly at her, her hazy eyes blinking as if she suddenly remembered the purpose of her trip.

"Oh, right..." she muttered, turning around to walk to the toilet, sitting down as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She didn't forget to roll her eyes at Wen Liang, "What else could it be but going to the toilet? Seriously, why are you so nosy in my dreams?"

Wen Liang paused for a moment, stunned, as she was about to pull down her pants right in front of him. "Wait, aren't you going to wait for me to leave?"

Lin Zhi lifted her tipsy face and looked at her with a "Are you stupid?" expression: "We're all girls, what are you afraid of?"

She sat on the toilet, resting her chin on her hands, her gaze unabashedly taking in Wen Liang's figure wrapped in a bath towel. Then she chuckled twice, "But speaking of which, you really have a great figure. I really couldn't tell when you were wearing a white coat."

Looking at her completely clueless expression, Wen Liang's gaze swept over Lin Zhi, lingering for a moment before a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "It seems our head housekeeper Lin is quite a clean girl."

Lin Zhi was wiping her hands with a tissue when she heard this. She raised her still slightly drunken eyes and glared at her with displeasure: "Don't interrupt me. You haven't told me why you were in my dream yet."

She stood up, walked to the sink, turned on the tap, rinsed her hands, and looked in the mirror at the person behind her who was only wrapped in a bath towel.

Wen Liang walked over, stretched out his arm and braced himself against the wall behind her, trapping her between himself and the wall.

She lowered her head slightly, looking at Lin Zhi's face so close to hers, her voice soft and gentle, with a hint of seductive smile: "As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Maybe it's because you miss me so much that I'm here."

Lin Zhi was pinned against the wall by her, her back pressed against the cold tiles, while in front of her was Wen Liang, who was only wrapped in a bath towel and whose hair was still dripping wet.

She froze for a moment, then burst out laughing, her shoulders trembling slightly. "Me? Missing you? What are you talking about? It really is a dream, otherwise why would you talk to me like this?"

"Oh?" Wen Liang leaned forward again, her entire body almost pressed against Lin Zhi through the thin bath towel. She tilted her head slightly, her lips almost touching Lin Zhi's earlobe, her voice low and carrying a hint of danger, "Then how do you think I should talk to you?"

  

Lin Zhi felt a little dizzy from the excessively close proximity of Wen Liang. She could smell the pleasant, faint, cool fragrance surrounding Wen Liang.

She was a little puzzled that the dream was too realistic, even the smells were simulated so perfectly.

But then I thought, this must be a dream.

Putting aside the question of how Wen Liang could possibly be at her house, just based on her current polite tone and the wall-slamming pose that she doesn't seem like the type to do at all, she's definitely not the annoying person who always teases her.

Yes, that's it!

The more Lin Zhi thought about it, the more convinced she was of her judgment. So she moved and her face immediately hardened.

She slightly raised her chin, narrowed her eyes, and pursed her lips tightly, trying to imitate Wen Liang's usual indifferent demeanor. She lowered her voice and said, "You should usually talk to me in a cocky, irritating tone, saying 'This won't do,' 'That won't do,' 'This has to be controlled,' 'That has to be controlled,' you would never be like this."

Wen Liang looked at her extremely clumsy imitation and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She raised her hand and brushed her still-dripping wet hair back from the side of her face, revealing her cool, slightly flushed face, flushed by the steam from the bathroom.

Seeing her laughing so happily, Lin Zhi suddenly had a bold idea.

Since it's her own dream, it shouldn't matter what she does to Wenliang in the dream.

Her gaze fell on the loose seam at the edge of the gentle bath towel, and she reached out to pull it.

The moment her fingers touched the edge of the towel, Wen Liang precisely grabbed her wrist. The strength was great; even though Lin Zhi struggled a few times, she still couldn't break free.

"Why are you still so powerful in my dream?" Lin Zhi glared at her defiantly, her wrist still trying to break free.

Wen Liang watched her struggle for a bit and then give up, his smile deepening: "What, you wanted to do something bad but I caught you and you realized you're not as strong as me, so you want to beg for mercy?"

"hehe."

Lin Zhi chuckled twice, speechless. Instead of backing down, she brought her face close to Wen Liang's, so close that their noses almost touched.

Wen Liang could smell the faint sweet scent of fruit wine in her breath.

"So what if I want to do something bad? This is my dream, I can do whatever I want. You can control me all the time, but you want to boss me around in my dreams?"

Wen Liang looked at the alluring blush on the girl's drunken face, at her moist lips that opened and closed as she spoke, and at her eyes that were hazy with alcohol but still defiantly challenged him.

The dangerous glint in her eyes intensified, and her voice was lowered to a whisper, as if giving the other person one last chance to take back their words: "Are you really not afraid?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhi became even more excited and moved closer, her nose almost touching Wen Liang's.

Her breath, carrying the sweet scent of fruit wine, brushed against Wen Liang's face. Her eyes, especially watery from the alcohol, stared straight at the person in front of her: "Wen Liang, do you think you're so great? I don't usually argue with you because I'm afraid of you, it's because I'm giving you face, you know? Don't take the face your sister Zhi gives you for granted! If I really wanted to do something with you, I wouldn't even need to..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Liang grabbed the back of her head and sealed her lips tightly.

The gentle kiss came suddenly and fiercely, carrying a possessiveness that had been suppressed for a long time and finally broke through.

Lin Zhi's lips were softer than I had imagined. Although they carried a faint smell of alcohol, underneath was her own unique, refreshing, and sweet fragrance.

Lin Zhi was completely stunned, her brain shutting down in an instant. Feeling the unfamiliar temperature on her lips and the cool breath that belonged to Wen Liang, she finally realized what was happening and began to struggle.

She reached out to push Wenliang's shoulder, trying to turn her face away, but Wenliang only pressed her wrist harder, pinning her against the wall and making her unable to move.

Lin Zhi was so breathless from the kiss that tears welled up in her eyes from lack of oxygen, and she could only make muffled moaning sounds.

Wen Liang finally released her only when she felt she was about to run out of air.

Lin Zhi slid down the wall and collapsed onto the cold tile floor, her pretty face flushed with an alluring blush, her lips slightly swollen from the kisses, and she was panting heavily.

Wen Liang squatted down, gently lifted her chin, and wiped the suspicious glistening moisture from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, smiling slightly, "Even Butler Lin isn't up to par, can't he? He doesn't even know how to breathe while kissing?"

Lin Zhi turned her face away from Wen Liang's fingers, leaning against the wall and muttering in dissatisfaction, "How come I didn't know? It's not like I haven't kissed people before! If you hadn't suddenly attacked me, I wouldn't be like this!"

As she was speaking, she prepared to push herself up from the floor, but Wen Liang grabbed her shoulder and pressed down so hard that she fell back down, the back of her head gently hitting the wall.

"Ouch... What are you doing! That hurts!" Lin Zhi gasped in pain, glaring at Wen Liang with displeasure.

But Wen Liang didn't care about anything else at the moment. She held Lin Zhi down with one hand while she was still struggling, and pinched her chin with the other hand to force her to turn her face. Her usually cold eyes were now filled with gloom and coldness.

Her voice was very soft, as soft as the calm before a storm: "You said you kissed someone? With whom?"

Lin Zhi's chin ached from being pinched so hard that tears were almost streaming down her face.

But when she heard Wen Liang still questioning her, she immediately forgot about the pain.

Being called old in public by Ding Xin was already bad enough for her; she absolutely couldn't let Wen Liang discover the embarrassing fact that she had never been in a relationship.

She stiffened her neck, trying to make her voice sound defiant: "What's it to you! I can kiss whoever I want... Ouch, that hurts..."

Wen Liang gripped Lin Zhi's shoulder tightly with his other hand, so hard that Lin Zhi trembled all over, and her eyes filled with tears from the pain.

She looked at Lin Zhi, who was clearly trembling with pain but still stubbornly refusing to admit defeat, and suddenly laughed.

She grabbed Lin Zhi's wrist and pulled her up from the ground. Lin Zhi wasn't as strong as her, so she could only stagger along with her to ease the pain in her wrist.

At this moment, the last bit of drunkenness in her mind had been mostly sobered up by this series of changes, and she no longer remembered whether she was dreaming or not.

Wen Liang dragged her through the corridor, stumbling and bumping into the bedroom, where she was then gently tossed onto the soft bed.

The mattress bounced once, but it didn't hurt.

Seeing that she had finally released her grip, Lin Zhi rubbed her wrist, which had been squeezed red, and her defiant spirit returned. "Hey, you..."

She had just reached out to say something when Wen Liang quickly grabbed her and tied her up with a rope he'd somehow produced.

"You fucking—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Liang stopped him.

Looking at Lin Zhi, who resembled a wildcat baring its teeth at its owner as if the scruff of her neck had been grabbed, she leaned down and pressed her lips to Lin Zhi's ear, her voice laced with unmistakable danger: "What? You think you can kiss whoever you want? With so much experience, I don't mind teaching you a lesson."

Lin Zhi was completely stunned when she heard Wen Liang's words.

The voice beside her was deep and husky, carrying an aggressive quality she had never seen in Wen Liang before.

She could feel Wenliang's slightly cool fingers sliding from the back of her neck to her shoulder blades, down her spine, and a shiver ran through her wherever the fingertips touched.

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Her voice finally betrayed a hint of panic.

Wen Liang didn't say anything, but just grabbed the fabric of her clothes from the back.

With a crisp tearing sound, Lin Zhi felt a chill run down her spine, and she felt completely unwell.

She wanted to curse her, to break free of these damn handcuffs, but Wenliang pulled her up again, her fingers weaving through her disheveled hair to pin the back of her head, silencing all the words she hadn't yet uttered.

... (ten thousand words omitted here)