I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

After the first experience, the body experiences a strange soreness and satisfaction, as if the entire skeleton has been disassembled and reassembled, with every joint fitting perfectly, yet carrying a newfound sensitivity.

When she came to her senses, Shen Nianqiu had already turned around to face him again. A few strands of long hair clung to her neck, which was wet with sweat but had dried. One leg was draped over his knee, and she was in a completely surrendering posture. Her long eyelashes cast two small shadows under her eyelids with her long breaths, and her lips were slightly parted, revealing a slightly moist pink color.

Chen Junqian reached out and gently stroked his sister's reddened shoulder with his fingertips. The skin there was incredibly delicate, gleaming like porcelain in the morning light. The faint red marks he had left there last night had not yet faded, and now they looked like personal stamps.

Shen Nianqiu seemed to sense the subtle itch, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft, sticky murmur in her sleep. She didn't wake up, but instinctively snuggled closer to him, her forehead resting against his chin, and she clenched the hand that was resting on his chest into a fist.

After a while, Shen Nianqiu gradually woke up. After all, the biological clock and daily routine of a senior high school student cannot be changed on the first day of vacation. Moreover, the two of them did not actually go to bed late last night, since the main event was scheduled to start early enough.

The older sister, who had just woken up, looked a little dazed. She stared at him for a long time, her eyes unfocused, as if she hadn't quite figured out where she was. Then, her gaze moved from his face to their clasped hands, and then to the familiar yet strangely familiar room.

"...Junqian".

The person in her arms stirred, their voice gentle, it was hard to tell if it was a coquettish complaint or a whimper. Their slowly opening eyes were still wet with a layer of misty tears, like grapes covered in morning dew.

"Are you awake?"

Chen Junqian also lowered his voice, which sounded exceptionally gentle in the quiet room.

"Um……"

Shen Nianqiu responded, but refused to open her eyes fully, instead rubbing her cheek against his collarbone.

"What time is it?"

"It's still early, 6:30."

"So early..."

She muttered something, and the arms around his waist tightened even more:

"Sleep a little longer."

"Okay, I'll sleep a little longer."

Chen Junqian obediently lay back down, pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulder, but once he woke up, his senses were amplified. The two of them were pressed together in bed, and the frenzy of the previous night was gone, leaving only a tender warmth.

Shen Nianqiu's fingertips traced aimless circles on his lower abdomen, the movements light yet sending waves of tingling sensations through him. Then she moved her fingers down, and Chen Junqian said helplessly, "Stop messing around." Only then did she fully open her eyes. Hearing this, she propped herself up halfway, the blanket slipping down to her chest, revealing a large expanse of skin flushed red. However, she didn't seem to feel embarrassed at all; instead, she looked down at him with the unique pride of a newlywed wife.

"What did I do wrong?"

She blinked, feigning ignorance, a rare mischievous glint in her eyes.

Chen Junqian looked at Shen Nianqiu. The morning light fell on her bare shoulders, outlining a soft golden edge. As he looked at her, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of her head, pulling his sister towards him.

Another long, gentle kiss followed, their lips meeting in the pure intimacy of the morning. Shen Nianqiu obediently closed her eyes, her hands climbing up his neck, her nails gently digging into the back of his nape. Their breaths mingled, and in that small space, time seemed to stand still.

When the kiss ended, both of them were a little out of breath. Shen Nianqiu lay on his chest, listening to his heavy and rhythmic heartbeat, her fingers unconsciously playing with his Adam's apple.

"Junqian".

"Ok?"

What are we going to do today?

Chen Junqian gently stroked her back, as if soothing a cat:

"I don't know, what do you want to do?"

Upon hearing this question, Shen Nianqiu smiled lazily, her teeth gleaming white in the morning light.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to lie here with you."

"Then let's lie down."

"What if you get hungry?"

"I'll go cook."

"No."

Shen Nianqiu immediately denied it, and then pressed herself against him again:

"It got cold under the covers after you left."

"It's clearly summer right now, okay?"

"But the air conditioning is on, so we're not allowed to leave."

"How come I never noticed before that my sister is so clingy?"

"The past is the past. My brother wasn't mine before."

Shen Nianqiu spoke with a straight face, resting her chin on his chest, her bright eyes fixed on Chen Junqian as if she could never get enough of looking at him.

"But we still have to make breakfast, otherwise what will we eat? Okay, let's go to the kitchen."

"The kitchen won't work either."

Chen Junqian couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Shen Nianqiu. The older sister herself realized her words sounded too coquettish, so she quickly added:

"I mean... you can go, but I'm going too."

"You should lie down and rest now."

"It's not like I can't walk."

"I know, but I want you to rest a little longer."

Shen Nianqiu's heart softened at his words, but she remained stubborn on the surface:

"Then what am I doing here all by myself?"

"sleep."

"I don't want to sleep."

"Playing on my phone."

"I don't want to play."

"So what do you want to do?"

She paused for a moment, looked up at him, and spoke again as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"Of course I'll follow you."

"Okay, then sister will come with me."

So they dawdled as they prepared to get up, but as soon as Shen Nianqiu moved, she awkwardly curled up her legs under the covers and lay back down.

"What's wrong?"

"My body aches..."

"That's why I just said it."

Although he said that, Chen Junqian's expression softened. He lifted a corner of the quilt and crawled back in, pulling Shen Nianqiu into his arms from behind. His warm hands gently covered her aching waist, kneading it slowly and rhythmically.

"Is it sour here?"

"Hmm... a little harder."

What about here?

"Chen Junqian!"

The older sister in front of him suddenly turned her head and glared at him, her cheeks as red as peach blossoms in March.

"Who was it that said 'let's do it again' last night?"

"I didn't say that, you misheard me."

Shen Nianqiu vehemently denied it, pressing her head firmly against his shoulder, pretending to be a stone statue.

After resting for a while, Chen Junqian got up first, casually picked up the white shirt he had thrown on the bedside chair last night and put it on. Shen Nianqiu lay on the bed, turning her head to admire him as he dressed. The dim light outlined the lines of his young and strong back, with a few red marks she had scratched when she was passionate last night.

Noticing her gaze, Chen Junqian turned around, raising an eyebrow as he buttoned his shirt:

Is it pretty?

"It's alright."

Shen Nianqiu, feigning reluctance, pulled the blanket over half her face, leaving only her smiling eyes visible. She then sat up, but instead of wearing his clothes, she pulled his large T-shirt from her suitcase and put it on, the hem just reaching mid-thigh. Her fair and slender legs were bare, and she was wearing oversized slippers, creating the most quintessential boyfriend-shirt-girlfriend image.

"Hmm, it looks pretty good."

"These were your clothes to begin with."

"So it looks better."

"Fallacy."

The kitchen window faces east, and the morning light is much brighter than in the bedroom.

Chen Junqian drew the curtains halfway open, and sunlight fell on the kitchen counter. Shen Nianqiu followed behind him like a little tail, walking very slowly, as if afraid that he would really shake her off.

After glancing back at his sister, Chen Junqian spoke again:

"Sister, you can just sit and wait for me."

"Ugh, I don't want to sit."

"why?"

"You just promised me you'd follow me."

"Following me doesn't mean standing here."

"I'm not sitting here anyway."

As Shen Nianqiu spoke, she pressed herself against him from behind, her hands around his waist, her whole body leaning against his back, her face pressed against his shirt, greedily inhaling his unique scent.

"smell good."

"The eggs haven't been put in the pan yet."

Chen Junqian smiled helplessly, but his hands didn't stop moving as he picked up an egg from the side.

"Aren't you tired of standing like this?"

"Not tired."

"My cooking produces oil fumes."

"Then I'll move further away."

She said that, but she didn't let go of his hand, and rubbed her face against his back again, just like a mischievous cat. Because of this action, her big T-shirt shrank up, and her bare thighs pressed against his pajamas, and they could clearly feel the temperature of each other's skin.