A few days later, the afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, spilling onto the floor indoors.
Luo Xiaosu sat on the soft cloth sofa, staring blankly at the heavy magic book in her hands, but she wasn’t paying attention to its contents.
Her fingers unconsciously traced the pages as her mind lingered on that time a few days ago in the swamp when they were attacked by the Lightning Bees.
Who exactly had angered the Lightning Bees, trying to harm them?
Luo Xiaosu kept scheming in her mind.
And just as she was lost in thought, Aiweila, who should have been sleeping peacefully on the bed for her afternoon nap, furtively jumped off the bed and began rummaging through the bedroom.
“Hmm… where did those books go? They were originally under the bookshelf, but now I can’t find them?”
She kept muttering, her eyes sweeping every corner of the bedroom, thinking about where Luo Xiaosu might have hidden the books.
“Hmph, big sister must have secretly hidden them!”
Last time, after the Vines incident, as soon as they got home, Luo Xiaosu immediately pulled out those books, muttering ‘children can’t look at this,’ and then took them away right in front of her.
But Aiweila remembered clearly the expression on Luo Xiaosu’s face after she opened those books: her little mouth slightly open, eyes fixed on the contents, her face turning red at a visible speed, like a ripe apple.
“Big sister herself looked at it for so long, and she was so engrossed, and she didn’t wet the bed at night, so why can’t I watch? Big sister must be deceiving the child!”
Aiweila felt very unconvinced.
In her view, as long as she followed what was drawn in that book, she could learn the magic that made her sister blush, and see more of her sister’s cute shy expressions.
“Where could it be hidden?”
Aiweila first opened the wardrobe, half of her body leaning inside as she kept rummaging through the piles of clothes.
“Mm… it’s not here…”
She pulled her body back out of the wardrobe, her gaze falling on the shelf nearby.
“Could it be placed up there?”
She brought a small stool, stepped on it, stood on tiptoe, and craned her neck to look at what was placed on the shelf.
But after searching for a long time, she still didn’t see any trace of those books.
“Where did big sister hide them… why can’t I find them!”
She sat down on the bed in frustration, propping her little head in her hands, her legs swinging nonstop.
Suddenly, her gaze landed under the bed.
Earlier, her sister seemed to have been lying on the ground, half her body crawling under the bed…
Could it be!
Aiweila’s eyes instantly lit up with excitement, and she immediately jumped off the bed, bending down without hesitation.
The floor was a bit cold, so she pressed her little head to the ground, lay flat, squinted, and kept groping with her small hand in the dim space under the bed.
After some difficult groping, finally, Aiweila’s fingertips touched a hard corner.
“Found it!”
She exclaimed excitedly, grabbed that thing, and carefully pulled it out.
It was indeed those books! Aiweila knelt on the floor, picked up one of them, and eagerly opened it.
The image that met her eyes made her instantly widen her eyes, her mouth agape.
On the page were two half-naked girls pressed tightly together.
Their clothes had slipped from their shoulders, revealing fair skin like snow.
One of the girls was burying her head in the other’s exposed neck, gently biting it with a look of rapture.
The girl being bitten had one hand weakly supporting the other’s shoulder, the other hand raised to shyly cover her eyes, her mouth slightly open, face flushed red, and a few teardrops seeming to hang at the corners of her eyes.
“What are they… doing?”
Aiweila stared blankly at the two girls in the picture, feeling her lips dry and tongue parched.
She swallowed instinctively, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening.
‘They were just drawings, but why did her body feel hot as she looked?’
She tremblingly reached out her small hand and turned to the next page.
The picture on this page was even more explosive.
In the picture, one girl was hugging the other tightly from behind, her head resting affectionately on the other’s shoulder, her lips gently sucking on that crystalline earlobe.
The girl being hugged from behind had a flushed face, her body lying limply on the table, arching her back, her fingers gripping the table edge tightly as if enduring some indescribable “torment.”
As for the hugger’s hands… Aiweila widened her eyes, carefully observing where those hands were going.
Those two hands were sliding down the girl’s slender waist, quietly sneaking deep into the hem of her clothes and the folds of her skirt, leaving only a section of pale forearm exposed, looking very suggestive.
“Ugh…”
Aiweila couldn’t help but let out a strange muffled groan.
“Is that big sister… treating the other big sister? Why does she look so uncomfortable?”
She tilted her head, looking at those fingers gripping the table edge, her small head full of big confusion.
“But why would you bite the ear to treat an illness? And why put your hand inside clothes? Could it be… a new massage technique?”
The more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and her face unconsciously reddened.
“So this is the ‘adult knowledge’ that big sister mentioned… it looks so hard. That big sister pressed on the table looks like she’s about to cry.”
Looking at the expression of the girl in the picture, half-crying half-smiling, Aiweila unexpectedly felt a trace of longing in her heart.
“If I also did this to big sister, would she become as comfortable as in the picture? And then reward me?”
She kept muttering, extending her little hand to gesture the hugging-from-behind massage pose in the air, constantly fantasizing about the scene of Luo Xiaosu with a flushed face after being massaged by her, patting her head.
***
Luo Xiaosu finished deducing the last clue on the sofa, then collapsed back onto it, feeling her temples throbbing.
“It seems I have to find a way to stop others from disturbing us. Maybe I can try to build a tower, like in the original work.”
She rubbed her temples, got up, and prepared to check if Aiweila was still napping.
Creak—
The bedroom door was gently pushed open.
Luo Xiaosu’s foot had barely stepped in when she froze in place as if turned to stone.
The room was quiet.
The sunlight streaming through the window fell on Aiweila’s back as she lay on the bed.
She was lying facedown on the bed, her small body prostrate, her little feet raised and constantly swinging.
In front of her lay an open book, which she was reading with great interest, muttering from time to time.