Big Sis Is the Best

After moving into his new home and sleeping alone, Wei Jin had spent a sleepless night.

In the dozen or so days since coming to this world, he had grown completely accustomed to Zeng Li's scent. Suddenly sleeping alone, he had tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Early that morning, Wei Jin had still habitually waited for Zeng Li to feed him breakfast. But even after his stomach began to growl, she never came, so he got ready and went downstairs to grab a bite.

Back in apartment 501, he was just about to call Zeng Li when the phone rang. They really were in sync: it was Zeng Li calling.

"Sister Li, why didn't you come see me today? I waited for breakfast until I was starving."

Wei Jin struck first, seizing the moral high ground.

"Come on, you're a grown man. Do I still have to take care of your breakfast?"

Zeng Li spoke irritably from the other end of the line. "It's not like you're a patient anymore."

Wei Jin had completely overlooked the fact that he had already been discharged from the hospital. As an adult, he seemed a little too dependent on Zeng Li.

"Oh, right, I called to tell you I'm going to be rehearsing a stage play with the performing arts troupe. It'll probably take about two weeks. I won't be around during that time, so take care of yourself, okay? I'll also send you Lin Xue's contact information in a bit. Remember to turn in your manuscript."

"Okay, I will. Don't wear yourself out, Sister Li. I'll be at home writing. Love you, mwah!"

Wei Jin understood. Zeng Li was affiliated with the performing arts troupe, after all, and had to cooperate with its arrangements as best she could.

Zeng Li hung up, still basking in the sweetness, though she had no idea what the heck "mwah" meant.

Wei Jin began his writing career, and by the end of the morning, his hands hurt terribly.

After thinking it over, he took out his phone and asked his dad for five thousand yuan, telling him he wouldn't be coming home that summer.

That afternoon, Wei Jin went to Zhongguancun, shopped around, and bought an HP laptop for nearly six thousand yuan.

He hadn't considered asking his dad for more money. After all, he had royalties coming in.

On his way home, he arranged for broadband installation and set a time for the technician to come by. Then he officially went into seclusion to write.

He planned to write as much of the novel as possible while Zeng Li was rehearsing her play. After all, women would only distract him.

Half a month flew by. During that time, two weeks' worth of royalties had arrived, adding more than twenty thousand yuan to Wei Jin's bank account.

Zeng Li hadn't come over either, though they exchanged text messages in the evenings. Wei Jin was happy to flirt and talk of love with the great beauty, but over that half-month, his sleep had never improved much. Its quality remained poor.

Today was Qixi. In this era, Qixi didn't yet have that kind of atmosphere. Most people thought of Valentine's Day as the Western holiday on February 14. For a civilized nation with such a long history, it had to be said that this was a sad thing.

Wei Jin decorated the apartment early and arranged to go to Beihai Park with Zeng Li that afternoon.

Beihai Park was centered around the North Sea. The Liao, Jin, and Yuan dynasties had built secondary palaces there, while the Ming and Qing had made it an imperial garden. It was one of China's ancient royal gardens.

Today, Zeng Li wore a long, high-waisted white dress and, breaking with her usual habits, a wide blue headband. It made her look a little playful and even more youthful and lively. Perhaps she had always felt pressure being with Wei Jin, so she wanted to look a little younger for their first date.

The man was handsome, the woman beautiful, and both had tall, graceful figures. They were a sight to behold wherever they went.

Zeng Li had never been very famous, and her body of work was pitifully small. When Wei Jin had said he had seen her work, how could she not have felt delighted?

Wei Jin was even more of a nobody. As they strolled through the park, no one recognized them. For Zeng Li the actress, that wasn't a good sign, but for the great beauty in love, it couldn't have been better. Enjoying the lazy afternoon sunshine with the man she loved, Zeng Li wore a joyful smile the whole time.

For today's date, Wei Jin had made a special trip to a photography equipment shop near the school and rented a digital camera, just to preserve a beautiful memory of their first date—and Wei Jin's first date in either of his lives.

At that moment, Zeng Li seemed to have awakened some extraordinary trait. Like a young girl, she pulled Wei Jin around to take pictures. At first she hadn't trusted his skills, but after looking at the results a few times, she was completely reassured.

What a joke. Wei Jin was, after all, a student in the Beijing Film Academy's directing department. His use of the camera, coordination of colors, and composition of people and scenery were quite professional.

The two walked and looked around, happy as could be. Roaming about aimlessly with the person you loved was, it had to be said, truly the ultimate pleasure.

The August sun was rather fierce. Walking and stopping along the way, they came to a small hillside by the lake and rested against a large tree, Zeng Li reclining lazily in Wei Jin's arms.

Feeling the breeze from the lakeside and holding the warm, fragrant beauty in his arms, Wei Jin felt a peace he had never known before. It was as though he had found an anchor in this brand-new world. He gazed entranced at the beauty so close to him.

"Sister Li, you're so beautiful."

As if sensing Wei Jin's burning gaze, Zeng Li opened her eyes. She saw a smile playing at his lips, his eyes as gentle as water, as though they meant to envelop her. Her heart stirred, and she tilted her chin up slightly.

Wei Jin took the hint without another word and gently pressed his lips to hers. The beauty responded passionately.

The kiss drained the oxygen from both their chests, as though each wanted to melt into the other.

After a long while, their lips parted.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, their looks seemed to cling in silken threads, forming a breathtaking picture.

The sun slowly sank westward, and the two went home hand in hand. Zeng Li's smile never left her face along the way. Clearly, she had felt Wei Jin's love for him, and at that moment, she truly accepted the big boy by her side.

A candlelit dinner was no challenge for Wei Jin, who was skilled in the kitchen.

"Xiao Jin, I didn't expect you to be such a good cook."

Zeng Li was a little surprised.

Wei Jin smiled without speaking. In fact, his cooking skills came from his previous life. His predecessor, an only child from a well-off family, couldn't cook.

"Sister Li, thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?"

"Thank you for spending my twentieth birthday with me. It was the most special and meaningful birthday of my life."

"Oh, do you celebrate your birthday according to the lunar calendar? Why didn't you tell me? I didn't prepare a cake or a present for you."

"Being with you is already sweeter than cake."

Wei Jin walked slowly over to Zeng Li and gently gathered her into his arms.

"As for a present, you're the best gift heaven could have given me."

"It's because I met you that I don't feel lonely."

Zeng Li would never know that if someone he had known in his previous life hadn't appeared before him, Wei Jin would still have felt an indescribable sense of distance from everything in this world, even after merging with his predecessor's memories.

That night, Zeng Li didn't leave.

That night, Zeng Li undid Wei Jin's "seal."

That night, the wind was so boisterous...

The faint light of dawn stirred the beauty's eyes. Zeng Li opened them languidly and looked around the messy room. Seemingly recalling the madness of the night before, she blushed and struggled out of bed to tidy up.

"Are you awake, Sister Li?"

Hearing sounds from the room, Wei Jin walked in.

"Go wash up first. Breakfast will be ready in a moment."

As he spoke, he handed the beauty the silk nightgown he was holding.

At that moment, Zeng Li was like a newlywed bride from ancient times. She answered softly, and the look she gave Wei Jin seemed so tender it could be wrung out. She was truly a sight to make anyone's heart melt.

"Hurry up and go out. I'm not wearing anything."

"You've seen it all last night anyway, Sister Li. Don't be shy."

"Not letting someone wear clothes to sleep—what kind of fetish is that?"

Amid their flirting and playful banter, Zeng Li got dressed and went to the bathroom.

Wei Jin returned to the kitchen and brought breakfast to the table, but he was anything but calm. What echoed in his mind was not the suggestive scene of her getting dressed just now, but that one thing he couldn't understand no matter how hard he thought about it.