Chapter 61: Can’t Be on Your Waistband

Lin Lue thought about when she was asleep, her legs were bare, and the white silk stockings weren’t dry, as if they had been soaked in there…

The sticky rice fragrance lingering in his mouth made Lin Lue afraid to think too much, for fear of falling into an abyss from which there was no return.

What comforted Lin Lue was that his soul seemed to have become extremely tough.

Even after staying up through the second half of the night, he still felt refreshed and in excellent condition.

Tang Xinxin didn’t lie to him.

It really worked.

One minute later, Lin Xue’er and Ye Beiming woke up, sitting in a duck-like pose, rubbing their eyes with small hands, their voices slurred.

Lin Xue’er, like a little beast, bumped into Lin Lue’s arms, nuzzled and sniffed, and only then seemed to “fully boot up.”

“Brother, good morning~”

“Mm, good morning, Xue’er.”

Ye Beiming yawned, stared at Lin Lue for a long time, and then showed a silly smile.

“Lin Lue, I had a strange dream. In the dream, you were almost raped by a group of perverted women. I had two choices before me.”

“To watch you be raped by them in turns.”

“Or to use [Strong Luck] to save you.”

“I used [Strong Luck] without hesitation.”

“Although this is a dream, it also shows that I care about you a lot. You can’t just throw me out of the house.”

“Ah, your expression is a bit strange? Haha, it’s just a dream, don’t take it too seriously…”

Ye Beiming waved her hand, signaling Lin Lue not to show such a complicated expression, as if it had really happened.

It was just a dream.

Ye Beiming stood up, subconsciously took a step, her sole slipped, and she fell forward.

She fell in front of Lin Lue.

Ye Beiming cried out in panic, her small hand subconsciously grabbed, her fingertips catching Lin Lue’s pants.

Lin Lue was startled, instinctively grabbing his pants with one hand and reaching for Ye Beiming’s shoulder with the other, trying to stop her.

A miraculous thing happened.

Lin Lue’s palm slipped, hitting Ye Beiming’s body, as if giving her momentum, causing her to slide again and spin around.

Finally, she wedged herself in.

The two were wearing the same pair of pants.

Lin Lue: “…”

Ye Beiming: “…”

Having absorbed enough of Lin Lue’s essence, Lin Xue’er, standing to the side: ……

The atmosphere in the early morning was eerily terrifying.

“Lin…Lin Lue, this isn’t right…”

Feeling the chillingly “kind” gaze from Lin Xue’er, Ye Beiming gulped, her voice trembling.

“I feel like I’m a bit unlucky this morning.”

Ye Beiming began to wonder if that was a dream.

“…I think, your feet better not move around first.”

Ye Beiming was startled, then her face flushed red, her whole body stiffened, and her limbs flailed in panic.

“Lin Lue, no!”

“I can be on your back, I can sit on your shoulders, but I can’t be stuffed into your waistband!”

Lin Lue: “…Is there a possibility that you fell in yourself?”

Lin Xue’er beside her clenched her little fists until her knuckles turned white, her smile about to shatter.

Was a romantic comedy plot from a manga unfolding before her?

Lin Xue’er took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but she still couldn’t fool herself.

She was almost crying in frustration!

‘Damn it! This is too bad!!!’

Then, Lin Xue’er heard a sound of some shackle breaking that only she could hear.

Because of her anger, she became a second-stage Fallen Witch!

“Ye Beiming, get out of my brother’s pants!”

“You bastard! If you dare to X my brother, I’ll beat you into mincemeat!!!”

“…”

Lin Lue was sure that his little sister was jealous.

Maybe it was when Ye Beiming “accidentally” wore the same pants with him, or when her saliva dripped onto his collarbone, or when her little feet kicked wildly, practicing the Iron Rod Technique for him…

“Brother, help me brush my teeth. Xue’er is so silly, she forgot how to move.”

As she spoke, her little hand grabbed his hand and held the toothbrush handle, moving it up and down to clean her already white little teeth.

“Brother, Xue’er’s towel smells a bit strange. Use yours to help Xue’er wipe her face.”

Lin Xue’er closed her eyes, tilted her face up, and Lin Lue looked helpless.

He believed that if he didn’t take the initiative, Lin Xue’er would do it herself.

It wouldn’t be as simple as just wiping her face.

“Brother, Xue’er’s socks are also in your care.”

Her beautiful little foot lifted and landed in his palm.

Lin Lue held this delicacy smoother than tofu and slowly pulled the white silk stockings over them.

The shallow indentations on the tender flesh of her thigh were like the most beautiful bow.

“Brother, I…”

Lin Lue felt that it was enough.

Even if she was his little sister, she couldn’t go too far.

‘He had to show some brotherly authority!’

“Xue’er!”

“Brother, have some water.”

Lin Xue’er squinted her pink beautiful eyes, tilted her little head, smiled sweetly, and handed over a glass of warm water with her little hand.

“Brother, what’s wrong?”

Lin Lue: “…Thank you.”

‘No good, his skill seemed a bit low; he couldn’t overpower Lin Xue’er.’

‘He was being manipulated by his little sister!’

Lin Lue took the water and drank a sip.

It was sweet, and the taste was very similar to her breath.

As if… Lin Lue glanced at Lin Xue’er’s lips, pink and crystal clear.

Lin Lue looked around the rim of the cup.

Apart from his own lip print, there was no second person’s lip print.

He must have thought that he saw Lin Xue’er pour the water with his own eyes.

Even though she had her back to him at the time.

Lin Xue’er watched Lin Lue finish drinking, her smile unchanged, and reached out her hand.

“Brother, Xue’er will help you wipe the corner of your mouth.”

“Okay… but Xue’er, if you don’t take a tissue, how are you going to wipe it?”

“Brother is so silly. Of course, I’ll use Xue’er’s hand.”

“…Xue’er, I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Is Brother going to refuse Xue’er? Xue’er will cry, you know.”

Ye Beiming: “…”

Ye Beiming couldn’t hold it in any longer.

That’s enough!

“I said!”

Ye Beiming squeezed between the two, gritting her white teeth at Lin Xue’er, with a forced smile.

“I said, have you forgotten that we have class today?”

Lin Xue’er stared at the water stain on her palm for a long time before moving her gaze away, looking nonchalant.

“Oh.”

‘Oh your head! You damp girl!’

“Lin Lue, that’s about enough. You’re going to spoil Lin Xue’er like this.”

Lin Lue: “That’s a strange thing to say. Little sisters are meant to be spoiled.”

Ye Beiming: “…”

She really had no way out.

Ye Beiming was expressionless.

She swore that when Lin Lue was lying in bed, skinny as a rake, begging for mercy, she wouldn’t even look at him!

Absolutely!!!

Her tender lips were forced open, and something sweet pressed against her little tongue, startling Ye Beiming.

Candy.

It was milk candy.

The sweet taste lingered on the tip of her tongue.

Ye Beiming looked at Lin Lue, who had withdrawn his hand, and Lin Lue smiled at her.

“Concentrated milk tablet.”

Lin Lue hadn’t forgotten Ye Beiming’s help last night.

Even though it was in a dream… she still unhesitatingly chose to use [Strong Luck].

She would be very unlucky today.

Although Lin Lue was a bad man, good at deceiving women… and giving emotional value to female customers, for someone who always firmly chose him no matter what… his exquisite skills couldn’t be used at all.

Ye Beiming was certain that Lin Lue hadn’t given Lin Xue’er this kind of milk tablet earlier, so… was she the first?