The Bond of Care

“I won’t eat it! Take it away! Food made by a shameless pervert… I… I definitely won’t eat it!”

Wan Yu, still fuming, buried her slightly flushed, stunning face back into the covers, completely unmoved by the delicacy that the beautiful girl before her had risen early to painstakingly prepare.

Having expended a great deal of energy last night from the intense tossing and turning, although she claimed not to be hungry, she was actually starving and would have loved to devour everything in sight…

But the thought of giving in to her sister’s wishes made Wan Yu’s heart rebel. She stubbornly resisted the temptation of the food so close at hand, gritting her teeth against the hunger.

“Oh dear~ Why are you like this… If you won’t eat, at least take a look…”

Seeing this, Cold Yu immediately changed her strategy. Dropping her assertive attitude, she softened again and began to plead gently.

Cold Yu had her own little plan. She was confident that if the little one just turned her head to look, she would obediently finish every last drop of the porridge she had worked so hard to prepare all morning!

Hearing her sister beg from behind, Wan Yu, who had her back to her, paused slightly, then turned over lightly.

She fixed her still somewhat indignant gaze on her sister, who was sitting by the bed, incessantly pleading: “Ah? See? This is the porridge I made!”

Seeing that Wan Yu had finally relented and turned over, Cold Yu quickly reached for the steaming bowl of rice porridge on the cabinet and brought it before her.

Wan Yu’s eyes followed her movements, slowly coming to rest on Cold Yu’s hands—the ones holding the hot porridge, now covered in band-aids.

“Hehe… I put a lot of effort into making this porridge! I even burnt it at first…”

“Your… your hands, what happened?”

Cold Yu was cheerfully recounting the mishaps she encountered while cooking, but Wan Yu’s gaze was fixed on her bandaged hands.

Finally, she couldn’t help blurting out that question.

Indeed, yesterday they weren’t there, but after just one night, they had appeared.

So why the sudden band-aids? It didn’t take a genius to figure out…

It was somewhat hard to ignore, and though she was still angry, that didn’t stop her from caring…

“Ah? This… this? It’s nothing. I’m just too clumsy—I got scalded while cooking…”

Noticing Wan Yu’s concern, a slightly embarrassed smile crept onto Cold Yu’s beautiful face as she awkwardly explained.

Cold Yu, the eldest daughter of the Leng family, was an ultimate beauty with stunning looks, formidable martial prowess, and an icy, aloof aura.

But even someone as seemingly perfect as her had flaws: she absolutely could not cook. Her culinary skills were catastrophically bad.

Being somewhat stubborn, she had once fiercely challenged her own cooking ability, but to no avail…

“Oh… then… then feed me the porridge…”

To her sister’s explanation, Wan Yu said nothing more.

She simply uttered an “oh,” but then added, in a small voice, these words.

It wasn’t because I was hungry that I said this! Nor was it because I saw my sister burnt her hands while making the porridge!

It was because it would be a waste to pour it away—that’s a wasteful act! So…

“Huh? O-okay! No problem!”

“Here, open wide~ Ah~”

Though Wan Yu’s voice was so soft it was hard to hear, Cold Yu caught every word. After a brief pause, she nodded eagerly.

A subtle, irresistible curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

‘Hmm~ My dear little fish~ You’ve finally taken the bait~’

She then picked up the spoon in the bowl, scooped up a bit, brought it to her lips, and gently blew on it.

Once the porridge had cooled, she brought the spoon to Wan Yu’s cherry lips.

“Ah~ Mmm~”

Without any further resistance or words, Wan Yu, now ravenously hungry, had no time to think of anything else.

She parted her small lips, closed them around the spoon, and gobbled down the sweet rice porridge in one gulp.

“Mmm~ Ha~”

Then she released her soft little mouth, letting the now-empty spoon come out. Cold Yu withdrew it, scooped up another spoonful, blew on it, and brought it back to the little one’s lips.

Thus, Cold Yu fed her spoonful after spoonful, and Wan Yu swallowed each mouthful of sweet rice porridge.

Watching the spoon go in and out of Wan Yu’s alluringly soft little mouth, the beautiful curve at the corner of Cold Yu’s lips grew even more pronounced.

A particularly wicked thought flashed through her mind. She felt a slight urge to do it again, but luckily the impulse wasn’t too strong.

After all, the little one had sated her fully just last night, so she was still in a state of contentment.

Moreover, due to her plan, she couldn’t easily do it again just yet~ Otherwise, everything might fall through~

When the last spoonful of sweet rice porridge from the bowl was fed into Wan Yu’s cherry mouth, the feeding session, which had captivated Cold Yu, came to an end.

Though she felt a bit reluctant and wanted to be closer, Wan Yu seemed somewhat shy. Whether embarrassed by her actions or not, she now appeared slightly resistant, her body tensing nervously, not daring to attempt further moves.

Whether it was due to last night’s excessively passionate entanglement or other reasons…

“Hey~ Since we’ve already done… that… can we…”

Looking at Wan Yu’s flushed little face, she seemed to have given up the idea of getting intimate.

After a moment of silence, Cold Yu, as if suddenly remembering something, turned her gaze to Wan Yu and cautiously asked in a soft voice, as if seeking her consent.

“Sister! W-what are you saying… That… that kind of thing is definitely not okay…”

At these words, Wan Yu’s already rosy little face flushed even deeper. She stammered shyly, starting to refuse.

She knew exactly what her sister meant. That kind of thing, having experienced it for the first time (while conscious at least), was far too shocking.

Although it had felt quite nice… but the thought of doing it so many times made the pleasant feeling give way to fear.

“Huh? But… you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit last night…”

Upon hearing Wan Yu’s refusal, Cold Yu showed a hint of disappointment and confusion.

They had been so affectionate last night, holding each other so comfortably, leading her to believe that since they had done it once, they could certainly do it again.

But Wan Yu’s still somewhat resistant attitude puzzled her. However, she didn’t want to force the little one, as that could backfire.

“Th-that’s because you forced it… I… I couldn’t resist…”

At her sister’s words, Wan Yu couldn’t help but recall the passionate scene of them embracing naked last night, making her blush even more.

She mumbled softly, explaining in a sticky, unclear voice. After all, that was the truth.

Last night, her beastly sister had indeed forced herself on her and, in great excitement, demanded again and again…

“I-is that so… I understand…”

Cold Yu nodded slightly, lowering her head in slight discouragement. Though her voice sounded disappointed,

A faint, meaningful smile could be discerned on her beautiful face.