Sister is beautiful, right? Feeling moved yet?

The next day, Ye Hao, who felt as if he were being strangled, suddenly woke up from his sleep.

Feeling Luo Yao, who was still sleeping soundly on top of him, Ye Hao quietly took out his phone and glanced at the time.

It was only four in the morning…

As for why Luo Yao was in his bed — that had to start from the incident last night, when he was pinned down and couldn’t move.

In short, sometimes in life, you just can’t control your own fate.

“I say, Sister Yao Yao, since everything’s fine now, can I go sleep on the couch?”

Seeing Ye Hao sitting on the edge of the bed, Luo Yao instantly knelt upright on the bed.

“Ah… Hao Hao, are you starting to dislike your sister? You used to be so obedient before…”

Wait, what the heck is this!

This isn’t about liking or disliking!
People need personal space — especially between a man and a woman!

“It’s not that, how could I dislike you, Sister Yao Yao.”
Ye Hao was sweating bullets — his sister really didn’t play by any rules, and what could he do about it?

In the end, unable to refuse, Ye Hao reluctantly nodded.

Fine, sleeping together it is.

Good grief, although Luo Yao looked reliable, her sleeping posture was just as bad as Yuan Yuan’s.

She clung onto him the moment she lay down.

Ye Hao was speechless — sis, you’re showing everything…

He couldn’t look, but also couldn’t not look, and that seductive sight right before him was pure torture.

“Sleep a little longer, it’s too early…”

After pulling the blanket back over Luo Yao, who had kicked it off, Ye Hao also drifted back to sleep — it was too early, after all.

“Good morning~ Hao Hao, you’re so full of energy so early~ Such a strong young man~”

Ye Hao: “Huh???”

Still groggy from sleep, Ye Hao tilted his head in confusion as he looked up at the mature and alluring Luo Yao looming over him.

Huh?

Ye Hao reached up, cupped Luo Yao’s cheeks in his hands, and tugged them gently to both sides.

“Hao Hao! Stop that!”

“Sister Yao Yao? Why are you on top of me?”

At her shout, Ye Hao finally came to his senses.

“Huh? Because of you, of course.”

“Me?”

Ye Hao scratched his head. What did he do?

Nothing, right? What’s going on?

Because your sleeping face was too cute, that’s what!

“Alright, get up already.”

“Oh…”

Still a bit dazed, Ye Hao finally sensed something off when he saw Luo Yao preparing to change clothes right in front of him.

Wait a second…

This is my room, right?

Sister Yao didn’t bring clothes when she came over last night, which means…

Don’t look! Don’t look!

Ye Hao instantly turned to face the wall.

Hmph — maybe it doesn’t seem very manly, but if I did look, I might not be a man anymore!

“Hao Hao, I forgot to bring clothes, but your shirt seems to fit just right.”

“R-really…”

Ye Hao was terrified now.
Wait, his shirt?

He remembered that his shirts were buried deep in the closet — he never liked wearing them.
He usually wore T-shirts, and that shirt had only been used once for a school event months ago.

How did she even find that shirt?!

And wait — wasn’t she wearing pajamas?
Why not just go back to her own room? Why his shirt?

He didn’t understand.
And he didn’t dare to ask.

Watching Ye Hao lying on his side facing the wall, Luo Yao smiled like a blooming flower.

So Hao Hao’s just shy, huh?
But honestly… wearing this feels almost like wearing nothing at all.

Sigh.

She had been so forward last night.
Ye Hao was clearly at the age when his blood should be running hot, but he didn’t seize the opportunity at all.
Even though she could feel his eyes sneak glances at her “two white rabbits” under the dim light — he was the type with desire but no courage.

And yet~

He did react to her body, didn’t he?
Truly her good little brother.

“Hao Hao, do you mind if sister wears your shirt?”

For some reason, Luo Yao found Ye Hao — lying there trembling slightly — absolutely adorable.

“N-no, not at all…”

What could he say?
If he said yes, would she take it off right there?
No way!

And it’s not like he dared to object anyway.

“Alright then, I’ll go make breakfast. You get up soon, okay~”

“Okay…”

Go! Just go!
How am I supposed to get up while you’re still here?!
Doesn’t this big boy know why he can’t just lift the blanket right now?!

And seriously… could she not act like this? It’s terrifying!

Hearing her footsteps fade into the distance, Ye Hao finally exhaled in relief.

“Next time, I’m definitely not sleeping with Sister Yao again.”
Honestly, he was still sleepy — being woken up by that in the middle of the night was brutal.

He sat up, fumbled under his pillow, and finally found his phone.

When he unlocked it, the screen popped up a message: “Done.”

Ye Hao: …

Done? No way.
Yesterday, when he was playing with Yuan Yuan, he remembered — that “done” was probably praise, though it sounded sarcastic.

“Ah, whatever. Not my problem anyway.”
Shrugging, Ye Hao yawned and headed to the bathroom.

He turned on the tap.

The long-accumulated Yellow River flowed freely — what a melody!
That beautiful parabolic arc, that refreshing sense of release.

One word — bliss!

Looking at his handsome face in the mirror, Ye Hao instinctively raised a hand to touch it.

Wait…

I didn’t wash my hands…

Staring at his “sinful” right hand, Ye Hao wrinkled his nose slightly.

After washing up, he happily walked to the dining table and slumped into a chair.

What a nice day.

Staring at the bright sunshine outside, Ye Hao let out a long sigh.

As a modern model student — and a hidden mafia boss — Ye Hao’s days were both ordinary and fulfilling.

“Life sure is peaceful~ If only I had a cup of tea.”

He wondered how that intern punishment task was going — the only message this morning was “completed.” No details. What a hassle.

“Ah, whatever. As long as no one traces it back to me, life’s good.”

“Hao Hao, breakfast’s ready~”

At her voice, Ye Hao looked up — and froze.
Luo Yao was still wearing only his shirt, practically see-through.

“Uh…”

What is even happening?!

Seeing his eyes drift toward her chest, Luo Yao’s lips curled upward.

Oh ho ho~

So, little brother, you are entranced by your sister after all.

Sister is beautiful, right? Feeling moved yet?
There’s no one home to interrupt us~
Do whatever you want~
Come on — whatever’s yours, sister will accept it all~!

“I mean… Sister Yao,” Ye Hao rubbed his chin, “aren’t you cold? It’s summer, but early mornings can still be chilly.”

The smile froze on Luo Yao’s face.

Looking into Ye Hao’s pure, innocent eyes, she silently placed the breakfast on the table, then walked behind him.

“Huh? Sister Yao, what are you—”

And then…

“Sister Yao! Stop! Aaaah! It hurts! It hurts so much!!!”

With tears streaming down his face, Ye Hao washed the dishes wearing a pink apron.

Sob sob sob~

Not only did she beat him — twice — but she also made him do the dishes after.

So unfair!

Meanwhile, in the living room, Luo Yao sat cross-legged watching TV, still fuming.

Sure, Ye Hao was reliable in many ways, but did he have to be so reliable in the wrong moments?!

Is it that your sister’s not pretty enough?
Or are your standards just too high?
Your sister’s gorgeous, with a perfect figure, slim waist, and long legs — and yet this brat doesn’t even react?!

He even said, when he was little, that he’d marry a girl “like” his sister…

Wait.

Now she suddenly understood.

A girl like her — not her!

If Luo Yao had just thought about it back then, she’d realize: that little “love confession” had only been made under the threat of her iron fists.
Ye Hao had long forgotten about it.

“Aaah, whatever. I’d better put some proper clothes on. It’s summer, but it really is a bit chilly.”

With a sigh, Luo Yao padded off toward her room in pink slippers.

Just then, Ye Hao came out of the kitchen, drying his hands.

Beep beep beep~

Hearing the alert from his pocket, he pulled out his phone.

“StudyNet?”

Who’s tagging me this early? Bored much?

Wait — this ID looks familiar.
Isn’t this the guy who posted that tough quiz last time?

“Maybe I’ll check StudyNet today. That quizmaker hasn’t shown up in ages — and now they’re tagging me? Interesting.”

Pen and paper.

Yes — pen and paper!

Hanging up his apron, Ye Hao dashed upstairs.
Just as he did, Luo Yao — now freshly dressed — opened her door.

“Sister Yao! Watch out!”

Seeing her suddenly appear ahead, Ye Hao couldn’t stop in time.

Damn! We’re gonna crash!

“Hao… Hao Hao?”

Frozen in place, Luo Yao didn’t react fast enough.

Then — bam!

They collided head-on.

Oh my god!

Realizing impact was inevitable, Ye Hao quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and spun around to shield her.

Thud!

“You okay, Sister Yao?”
He looked down at Luo Yao, who was blushing furiously in his arms.

If she’d been hurt because of him, he’d feel guilty for days.

“I-I’m fine…”

Not wanting Ye Hao to see her red face, she buried it in his chest to hide.

But…

Not only her ears — her whole face was now the color of a rose.