That evening, when Jiang Qing’e returned home, she saw the two children sitting together, watching TV in apparent harmony.
“Sister, my beloved sister, can we stop watching…”
Impossible to understand. In just a few short exchanges, needles hidden in silk, undercurrents running deep.
Qin Luo had been watching this “court intrigue drama” for nearly two hours now.
‘Two women make a play—that saying is too true.’
As for why he was here accompanying his sister to watch a “court intrigue drama,” it was because being used as a human body pillow was too uncomfortable. Not only was he physically tortured, but his spirit was also suffering.
His sister completely didn’t see him as a man.
So he proposed taking a break for a while.
His sister agreed, on the condition that he not touch his phone and accompany her to watch TV.
Qin Luo couldn’t be bothered with TV at all. Tons of VIP subscriptions, and they weren’t even cross-compatible.
‘I already spent money to buy the TV, and then I have to spend more money to watch content? Then didn’t I buy the TV for nothing?’
Bai Jingyu glanced at the time. It was about right.
“Go cook. Little Aunt should be back soon.”
Just as Qin Luo was about to enter the kitchen to prepare dinner, he suddenly caught a different scent.
As he searched for the source of the smell, he saw his Little Aunt return, bending down to change her shoes.
“…”
The words caught in his throat as soon as they formed.
Before him, the mature body was full of allure.
Because of Little Aunt’s posture while bending to change shoes and his viewing angle—
‘When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back at you.’
It seemed capable of devouring all reason.
Qin Luo quickly averted his gaze.
‘Not just Sister, even Little Aunt seems to not see me as a man.’
‘How can there be no guard at all!’
Jiang Qing’e’s peach-blossom eyes rippled with tenderness. A boneless hand pressed against Qin Luo’s forehead.
Just as Qin Luo was stunned, a delicate, mature fragrance drifted into his nose.
Little Aunt had somehow come right up to him.
“Is Luo Luo feeling unwell? Your complexion looks a bit off.”
Before him, her delicate profile under the lamplight appeared somewhat enchanting.
Qin Luo went into the kitchen and touched his own forehead, as if the warmth still lingered.
“N-no, nothing. Little Aunt, I’ll go cook now.”
‘Sigh, none of them know to keep their distance. This is making things really hard for me…’
One sister was already enough for him; now Little Aunt was the same.
Moreover, when facing Little Aunt, he felt ashamed and nervous deep inside.
The pressure of morality outweighed the restless urges, which he forcibly suppressed.
Dinner was sumptuous.
After dinner, Sister went to bathe first, while Little Aunt sat on the sofa.
Seeing him, she beckoned:
“Luo Luo, come sit with Little Aunt for a bit.”
Qin Luo went over, but kept some distance from Little Aunt.
‘Mm, even if Little Aunt doesn’t mind, I have to be careful.’
On the coffee table were various snacks, large and small, all with English labels.
Emmm…
No need to guess—these had to be bought by Sister just to tempt him.
“Right, I’ll be right there.”
“Luo Luo, if you eat snacks, remember to leave some room in your stomach. After your shower, you’ll still need a glass of milk.”
“I know, don’t worry, Little Aunt.”
Since it was Sister’s snacks, he wouldn’t hold back.
***
So delicious!
Jiang Qing’e watched Qin Luo eat the snacks, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips.
Before long, Qin Luo had finished a bag of chips.
Then he noticed Little Aunt sitting not far from him.
Her slightly languid posture revealed a good portion of her thighs from beneath her skirt.
Thin black stockings wrapped her plump thighs, which shifted slightly, drawing his gaze like a magnet.
Qin Luo quickly turned his head away.
‘So strange—tonight, something’s off with me…’
“Hm? Why is Luo Luo’s face so red? Are you really feeling unwell?”
Jiang Qing’e watched Qin Luo’s strange expression and slowly stood up to sit beside him.
Instantly, a mature fragrance flooded Qin Luo’s mind.
When he didn’t reply, Jiang Qing’e once again reached out her jade hand to touch his forehead.
“Not feverish either.”
“Little Aunt… I’m fine.”
Qin Luo gently patted himself.
‘Damn it, how can I develop feelings for Little Aunt!’
Looking at the water Little Aunt handed him, Qin Luo reached out and took it from her jade-like hand.
But he accidentally brushed against her soft fingers.
As soft as Little Aunt’s voice.
He quickly took a big gulp of water to suppress his restless heart.
“Why is Luo Luo so nervous?”
Jiang Qing’e watched the boy before her, his body tense, not daring to look at her.
“Am I? No way. Little Aunt, I’m perfectly normal, just like always.”
Of course, if the hand holding the water cup wasn’t trembling so much, it would have been more convincing.
Just then, Qin Luo heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.
It was Sister, done with her bath.
“Little Aunt, I… I’m going to take a shower first!”
Qin Luo dashed in like a whirlwind, even bumping into Sister.
Bai Jingyu watched her flustered brother, a bit confused.
Sensing the softness of a tall, slender body, Qin Luo felt even more uncomfortable. He rushed into the bathroom, needing a cold shower to calm down.
“What’s gotten into the little pup?”
When she got home, she activated her ability.
That’s right—after learning last night what Luo Luo had done to Jingyu, she felt it was time to bring them closer.
So, on the sofa, Jiang Qing’e watched the boy who fled like the devil, her fingers gently twitching as she withdrew her ability.
‘Sure enough, I was a bit too hasty. Luo Luo is still too embarrassed right now.’
Guiding Luo Luo step by step, according to her plan.
But she hadn’t expected Luo Luo to respect her so much, enduring it with tremendous willpower.
This actually brought Jiang Qing’e a mix of relief and dissatisfaction.
After showering, Qin Luo calmed down considerably.
Looking at the glass of milk before him, he picked it up. He had taken only half a sip when he realized he had eaten too many snacks earlier and couldn’t finish it.
“Burp—I really can’t drink anymore. It’s fine to not finish it once in a while.”
As expected, after drinking the milk, Qin Luo began to feel drowsy.
Back in his room, he got into bed and pulled the covers over his head in one smooth motion.
Sleep!
After who knows how long, in his haze, he sensed someone open the door and enter.
Light footsteps approached the bed, stopped for a moment, then a warm, cool little hand reached out and gently touched his face.
Who is it!
Qin Luo wanted to open his eyes immediately, but found his entire body had no strength.
He mustered all his strength to squeeze out a single word.
“Who!”
As soon as the word left his mouth, the figure before him was visibly startled.
The hand touching his face trembled.
Drip, drip.
After more than ten seconds, because he didn’t speak again, the figure continued caressing, then pinched his cheek.
Just as Qin Luo thought the figure was about to leave, he suddenly felt a chill.
Someone had lifted the covers.
Then, accompanied by a rush of fragrance, a voluptuous, graceful body squeezed in beside him.
The moment he smelled the fragrance, Qin Luo recognized who the person beside him was.