Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

I will forever remember this kindness and never forget it.

Seeing her express her gratitude so formally, Shirou felt a little embarrassed.

Shirou's only Chinese acquaintance, Miss Ba from the Hongzhou Banquet Hall, never made this gesture, so seeing it in person was inexplicably touching.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a small favor, don't worry about it."

"So, are you ready to get up now?"

"Ah."

Ye Sizhen turned her gaze to the side: "More importantly, could you tell me your name?"

"I'm……"

Just as Shirou was about to speak, his gaze fell upon the tattoo etched on the woman's skin.

Foreign magic, organized crime, and stuff like that...

Getting involved would be very bad, wouldn't it? There's a pregnant woman in my family.

Shirou hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist her sincere gaze and frankly gave her his name:

“...My name is Shinji.”

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Volume 4, Chapter 179: The aloof and mature woman is thoroughly dominated by a younger man, unable to extricate herself.

“Um, Mr. Shinji… I would like to ask you something.”

"Just call me Shinji."

Shirou thought to himself that there was no need to be so polite to "Shinji," and that using honorifics felt a bit strange.

"Just let me know if you need anything."

"Ah."

Ye Sizhen looked at the blanket wrapped around her, pursed her lips, and asked somewhat awkwardly.

"...Where's my dress?"

"what……"

Shirou finally remembered that he had taken her cheongsam last night.

In other words, she's not wearing anything underneath...

The shocking scene and alluring scenery he witnessed last night resurfaced in the boy's mind.

Shirou quickly explained, "I took the skirt to wash it, and it shouldn't be dry yet."

I'm sorry, I didn't consider this aspect carefully.

Ye Sizhen shook her head and said calmly, "That's not true. Thank you again for your help; you've been a great help."

"..."

Shirou was somewhat surprised.

He had expected this foreign gang leader to be a colder, more serious woman, but she was surprisingly kind and easy to talk to.

"Miss Ye, let me get you a dress."

Shirou walked to the wardrobe in the room and opened the top drawer.

“…Just call me Sizhen.” She said, watching his retreating figure.

The drawer was full of raglan sleeve T-shirts that Shirou liked; he couldn't possibly give such things to women older than himself.

After searching for a long time, I finally found a neatly folded white shirt at the bottom of the box.

Shirou took it back to Ye Sizhen's side: "Is this okay? I don't know if the size is right."

"This will do, thank you."

Ye Sizhen reached out and touched the shirt, thinking to herself: Could this be the legendary "boyfriend shirt"? Hmm.

Shirou got up and walked towards the door: "I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."

After the red-haired boy left the room, Ye Sizhen took off the blanket, exposing her flawless, sensual body to the air.

"Um……"

Ye Sizhen looked towards the doorway and saw the silhouette of the boy on the screen, her heart involuntarily racing.

With a boy nearby, she exposed her body, and it turned out like this...

Even though he saw her completely naked last night because of her treatment, and now she's just changing clothes through the door, yet he's doing this...

"..."

Ye Sizhen swallowed hard and untied the bandage wrapped around her chest.

There is a new pink scar on the skin near the heart.

However, since it was treated promptly last night, there's no need to worry about permanent scarring; it should disappear after a while.

Ye Sizhen was once again impressed by the boy's seriousness and thoughtfulness. She put on the white shirt with a little nervousness, slipping her arms into the sleeves.

Surprisingly, the shirt fit her better than she had imagined.

Could it be that the child looks slender, but is actually quite muscular underneath his clothes?

Ye Sizhen couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.

A loose-fitting shirt can make you look petite, which is a great feeling.

In addition, although Shirou and Ye Sizhen are both over 170cm tall, perhaps because her legs are longer, the hem of her shirt can completely cover her lower body, so there is no need to worry about embarrassing exposure.

Ye Sizhen started buttoning her clothes, but when she got to her chest area, she couldn't help but frown.

Gurgle... It's so tight.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have untied the bandages binding my chest.

If we take the bandage off now and re-wrap it, won't he get impatient waiting?

"Shinji."

Ye Sizhen called out to the red-haired boy outside the door.

Shirou pushed open the door and entered: "Shima... huh?"

The boy stared blankly at the woman in the white shirt.

It's normal for him to react that way; the top three buttons of that white shirt were undone.

Although Ye Sizhen really wanted to sink at least one more point, her current state was her limit.

The perfectly round, snow-white ravines, and the brightly blooming spider lilies... were completely exposed.

Ye Sizhen remained calm, maintaining a poker face as much as possible, and explained.

My chest feels a little tight.

"Excuse me, let me get you some other clothes..."

"No, that's it."

"Is it okay?"

"Well, it's okay."

"Ok."

Shirou looked away.

Then, the conversation abruptly ended.

Shirou and Ye Sizhen didn't know what to say at that moment.

Until a voice broke the awkward silence—

“Gu~~~~~”

It was the cute sound coming from Ye Sizhen's belly.

"This is……"

The "cool and reliable older sister" image that the mind magician tried so hard to create in front of Shirou crumbled in an instant.

"You haven't eaten anything since last night, have you?" Shirou asked.

"Yes."

"I understand, I'll go get you something to eat."

"That won't do!" Ye Sizhen said hurriedly.

"Is there anything wrong with it?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

That's not what I meant, Ye Sizhen shook her head.

"You saved me last night, and I was thinking of at least cooking a meal to repay you... How could I trouble you to prepare a meal for me again?"

"Is that right?"

Shirou tilted his head and thought for a moment, then activated his unique skill, "Unconsciously Sharp Tongue": "I don't think cooking a meal is much of a repayment."

"……Why."

Ye Si's expression froze.

Is this...is this a sarcastic remark?

Shirou saved her life last night, and such a debt of gratitude could not be repaid with a mere meal.

So, was he mocking my rudeness?

No, this child is definitely not the kind of person who speaks harshly... Ugh! My heart is starting to hurt!

Shirou gave Ye Sizhen a gentle smile: "It's just a meal, please don't take it to heart."

"You're still injured, so leave the rest to me. Just stay in your room and wait patiently."

So that’s what it means…

The boy's smiling face made Ye Sizhen feel a little resentful.

The mind magician turned his gaze to the floor and echoed, "Okay."

During her more than ten years of study at the Spiral Pavilion, she lived alone, so she was quite confident in her cooking skills.

If I have the chance next time, I'll definitely let this child try my cooking... and properly showcase my abilities as an older sister.

Of course, Ye Sizhen also cares a lot about Shirou's cooking.

He should still be a middle school student, right?

Moreover, there are maids in the house, which doesn't seem like they know how to cook.

I've decided that even if the food served is terrible, I'll still try my best to praise it.

Her naive idea vanished in the blink of an eye half an hour later.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, please use it."

The moment Shirou walked into the room carrying two plates, Ye Sizhen was immediately invigorated by the enticing aroma.

"This is... fried rice?"

"To be precise, it's Yangzhou fried rice. I think it will suit your taste better."

Thanks……

Ye Sizhen said silently in her heart.

Shirou placed the fragrant fried rice in front of Ye Sizhen, and then sat down in the seat opposite her.

“There was a Chinese wok at my previous workplace, and I would sometimes use it to practice Chinese cooking.”

That being said, I'm basically self-taught, so I don't know if it tastes authentic at all.

"..."