Weak and Helpless

As her lips were gently touched, Li Yan's filial piety slowly hardened. Under the moonlight, an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air with the fragrance of flowers, and a wisp of transparent hair remained lingering between them.

Just as Li Yan was about to take things further, Flamme gently raised her head, a blush on her face. She smiled softly, her laughter sounding like it was tinged with alcohol, her eyes slightly hazy, the unique, dreamy fragrance of being slightly tipsy in love.

"A Yan, go to sleep early, I'm a little sleepy too."

Li Yan licked her slightly moist lips, gently intertwining her fingers with Flamme's jade-like hand, a hint of aggression in her eyes. Since that kiss, their relationship had already undergone a change.

"Hmm~"

Flamme's eyes flickered, and she was somewhat hesitant to meet the gaze of her favorite A Yan. Instead, she took Li Yan's hand and led her into the room.

"Don't be naughty, A Yan, get some rest."

Flamme gently bit her lower lip and tenderly embraced Li Yan. The night was quiet, and Li Yan gently smelled the delicate fragrance of flowers around him. Although he had entered the body of steel, looking at the exhausted Flamme who had fallen asleep, he could only suppress the passion in his heart.

The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the window. Flamme slowly opened her eyes, feeling the warmth in her arms, and couldn't help but look down and steal a glance.

Watching Li Yan sleep peacefully, and recalling the restless A Yan from her childhood, she couldn't help but show a tender smile. Her fragrant lips gently approached, leaving a mark on her forehead.

Seemingly sensing the sneak attack on her forehead, Li Yan opened her eyes in a daze. When she looked up and their eyes met, Li Yan leaned forward without hesitation.

Filial piety has long since changed; last night, the chains that bound him with morality were broken, and he is no longer timid.

After a song's time, Li Yan exhaled a breath of stale air and looked at the treasure she had never set foot in, the one she had never been able to protect since childhood. Flamme, her face flushed, softly called out, "A Yan, let's stop here. I still have some things to do this morning."

Things have progressed to this point and cannot be stopped.

A glint of wicked fire flashed in Li Yan's eyes. Flamme reached out and cupped Li Yan's face in her hands, "Hmm... then it can only be for a little while..."

"Crunch, crunch~"

The swaying of the bed disturbed Frieren, who was sleeping next door. She groggily got up, the sound of the bed shaking filling her ears. With a hint of annoyance, she pulled the blanket over her head and went back to sleep.

Go ahead and argue, you've really messed with me. No matter how much you argue, I'm not getting out of bed.

Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue, who were preparing breakfast, blinked as they listened to the creaking of the bed upstairs. Judging from the intensity of the sound, breakfast might have to be prepared later. Once the young master got into the zone, it was impossible for him to get up and eat breakfast in less than two or three hours.

The Little Fool sat quietly on the table, eating her breakfast fried dough sticks, which she especially loved—crispy yet soft.

Around noon, Li Yan rubbed his aching lower back. He hadn't expected that even with his powerful physique, he couldn't fully suppress the strain. Sure enough, it's always the ox that gets exhausted.

"Young Master, today's lunch is goji berry chicken soup, seafood and abalone eight-treasure porridge, stir-fried oysters with chives and eggs, and a complete tonic soup—all highly nourishing foods to help you recover."

Xiao Xue brought over a bowl of chicken soup, gently exhaled a breath of cold air, and with her delicate, slender hands, she picked up a spoon and began to serve Li Yan.

Looking at the highly nutritious food on the table, Li Yan rubbed his lower back and began to eat with great enthusiasm. Only by replenishing his nutrition properly could he better exercise in the evening.

"I'm so sleepy. Why wasn't there any spice in my lunch today?"

Frieren didn't get up until noon, rubbed her still-sleepy eyes and went downstairs, involuntarily yawning. She had been listless all day, wondering if it was because the neighbors were too noisy.

The creaking sound of the bed board was really annoying. She wondered if it was a problem with the quality of the bed or if someone was exercising. Frieren glanced impatiently at her senior brother, this melee mage who loved fitness. He must have been doing push-ups again last night.

"Eat less spicy food, or it'll make your breasts smaller."

Li Yan her chicken soup and unabashedly criticized Frieren's weaknesses.

"You naughty senior brother, you're still young, chili peppers won't affect your development."

Frieren puffed out her cheeks in protest, then looked down at her surroundings and easily saw her toes.

"It's clearly not small at all."

Seeing Frieren slumped over the table, dejectedly drinking chicken soup and no longer craving spicy food, Li Yan couldn't help but chuckle.

The Little Fool sitting to the side, holding her juice, looked down at her surroundings and bit her lower lip. She seemed even younger Frieren, and secretly resolved never to eat spicy food again.

"Frieren, what's wrong? You look so listless."

Flamme descended the stairs in a white dress, her figure slender and well-proportioned, like a painting depicting springtime, elegant with a touch of natural charm.

"Waaah, Master, my senior brother is making fun of my small breasts."

Frieren didn't hesitate to complain, causing Li Yan, who was drinking chicken soup, to choke.

"Cough cough cough, absolutely not. I've always thought Junior Sister Frieren was quite old, older than a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl."

Li Yan coughed as she explained herself, and Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue Li Yan patted her back to help Li Yan soothe the choking sensation.

"A Yan, don't tease Frieren. You know Frieren is stupid and dull, you have to be more lenient with her." Flamme gently smoothed Li Yan's back, watching the two of them with amusement.

Frieren puffed out her cheeks. She realized that her master was completely siding with her senior brother, and the master-disciple relationship among the three of them had pushed her, weak, pitiful, and helpless, to the sidelines.