These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Jiang Ying looked at Wei Tu with a puzzled expression.

The boy said softly.

"Is this the only way to drink? Senior sister... are you planning to get married here?"

Jiang Ying nodded.

"kindness……"

"But doesn't it feel too informal and shabby to be here?"

Jiang Ying shook her head.

"Because... there are no better opportunities."

Why not?

"Hmm... because I can't be like Susu... so, this is fine with me..."

Jiang Ying spoke softly but stubbornly, looking into the boy's eyes, which held both her strength and her slight stubbornness.

Wei Tu looked at the girl with heartache.

"So, Senior Sister, you're going to treat tonight as your wedding night?"

"Isn't that so?"

The girl looked at Wei Tu with a hint of confusion.

Wei Tu didn't know what to say, and he smiled bitterly.

Then gently link your arm with the other person's.

"This is how you properly exchange toasts."

"okay."

And so the two of them drank the wine.

Jiang Ying looked at the boy with joy, as if a small wish had been fulfilled.

Wei Tu gazed at Jiang Ying and said softly.

"Senior sister, although I've drunk this glass of wine, I still really want to give you a real wedding."

Jiang Ying muttered softly, "This is enough... really, Junior Brother doesn't need to worry..."

Wei Tu shook her head. "You have to listen to me on this matter. Whether it's you or Su Su, it should be the same. Don't worry, no one will be wronged, so Senior Sister doesn't need to belittle herself. Besides... I really owe you a lot."

Jiang Ying seemed to want to say something more.

But Wei Tu stepped forward, reached out and put his arm around her slender waist, pulling the girl into his embrace.

So she could lean against the boy's chest, listening to his heartbeat, unable to move, like a docile little animal captured by a hunter.

Wei Tu held her and whispered.

"Could it be... that they're not listening to me anymore?"

Jiang Ying's voice was almost a whisper.

"Of course I'll listen..."

"Then don't refuse. Just like you feel right now, don't refuse. Let me be willful."

"But……"

"There are no 'buts'. Whether you're sad, dissatisfied, angry, or jealous, I'll bear it all. Don't worry about me. This is the path I chose, not the one my senior sister chose. So relax and just be yourself."

"..."

Jiang Ying did not answer.

So Wei Tu lowered his head slightly.

He cupped her face in his hands, smiled, and lowered his head.

"I'll handle everything. Thank you for your hard work, senior sister."

"it is good……"

The girl only answered with one word, and Wei Tu lowered his head and kissed her pink lips.

So she closed her eyes slightly and began to enjoy the other person's kiss.

A very delicate and gentle kiss.

It's like the gentle caress of ocean waves, like the refreshing breeze of spring.

The kisses moved from the bedside to the bed.

The moonlight was bright, but this time Wei Tu remembered to close the window.

Jiang Ying sat on the bed, hugging the boy's back, while Wei Tu's kisses moved from top to bottom.

Until the girl was pushed onto the bed, Jiang Ying's hair spread out messily like the branches of a tree.

Her face, flushed as if by a blush, gazed dreamily at the boy on top of her.

Wei Tu was not in a hurry, but gently helped Jiang Ying take off her shoes.

Then, little by little, he took off her socks.

He gently stroked her soft, pink soles; her feet were small and delicate, but her toes were translucent and full.

It's as cute as a toy you can't put down.

Jiang Ying was unusually shy, and even said aloud, "This place... is very dirty..."

Wei Tu shook her head, "No way, Senior Sister is spotless everywhere. From head to toe, inside and out."

He gently stroked the girl's feet.

Jiang Ying felt a little itchy and wanted to pull back, but Wei Tu held her tightly in his hand.

His fingers, as if possessed by magic, traced the instep of her foot, causing the girl's toes to involuntarily curl up in extreme tension.

Then I watched the boy's hand move past my ankle, and then my calf...

He lowered his head and kissed her gently.

The skin of her fair legs was marked with dampness.

"Junior brother..."

The girl felt a sensation beyond itch, which seemed to make her want to back away, yet she also wanted to enjoy it more.

His kisses, his caresses, his loving gaze—all of them transformed into a strange current flowing into the depths of his heart.

Until the boy slightly lifted her skirt and kissed the inside of her firm, elastic thigh.

A completely different feeling emerged: the warm, moist lips, even the fine stubble around his lips.

A strange tactile sensation.

warm current.

Electric current.

She couldn't help but reach out and clutch her hands tightly to her chest, biting her lower lip hard.

My head involuntarily tilted to the side, and my eyes began to mist over.

"Um... Junior Brother... Wei Tu... Little Tu..." PS: Just starting out, then going to sleep!

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A quiet night, twinkling stars.

Like sand lost in the ocean, occasionally floating to the surface, shimmering and sparkling.

Countless, dazzling lights, seemingly never to be extinguished.

It will always be so sparkling, so beautiful, so radiant.

The cool, watery moonlight couldn't penetrate the tightly closed window; the moonlight only lingered under the windowsill, leaving folded shadows.

There was no chill in the warm room.

It is warm, and it is also fiery.

Is it very itchy?

He kissed her collarbone, leaving his mark on her snow-white skin.

The girl's snow-white skin was no longer so pure; a rosy blush was clearly visible on her neck and on her cheeks.

Even the heaving of his chest, and even the peaks of the snow-capped mountains, seemed to be 'polluted'.

The girl seemed unable to calm down; she nervously wrapped her arms around the boy's neck.

Gently yet messily, sometimes even tightly gripping his dark hair.

"No...it's not very itchy."

She could barely speak clearly, and her emotions were so turbulent; her watery eyes seemed to turn into a vast ocean that would swallow everything up.

But he still stubbornly said things that didn't make the boy think twice.

Wei Tu's lips were on her collarbone, while his hand was on the outside of her fair thigh.

The gentle touch was as meticulous as sculpting a work of art, as if it wanted to clearly feel even the fine, non-existent textures of the skin.

It's as if they're meticulously crafting something, as if they want to leave their own name on it.

"Would you like to accept my test, senior sister?"

Wei Tu chuckled, his breath tickling her neck. The girl twisted her body slightly, but the boy's body was already pressing down on her soft, fragrant body. The slightest movement seemed to create even more intense flames through friction.

Some emotions can never be easily suppressed; on the contrary, the more you try to suppress them, the more troubled you become.

Is it a problem?

Perhaps it's a more complex emotion. She originally thought she wouldn't feel it, but now... it seems she feels it all.