Congratulations, City Lord

That couldn't be, could it? Shi Yali seemed to like him quite a bit. She probably wouldn't go so far as to kill him.

Just as he was about to open his eyes, he felt strands of hair fall across his cheek.

Then cold, soft lips kissed the corner of his mouth.

Wu Heng opened his eyes to find Shi Yali sitting sideways at the bedside, gently kissing him.

When they parted, their eyes met.

"Shi Ya..."

Shh~!

Shi Yali made a silencing gesture, then climbed onto the bed and slipped beneath the covers from the outside.

Shiraque felt a little crowded and, half-asleep, glanced outward.

Shi Yali's body stiffened as well before she softly said, "It's fine. It's Sister."

"Mhm." Shiraque turned to the other side and went back to sleep.

Shi Yali leaned into his arms from the other side. "I don't know what's so good about you."

"You're fooling around again because of the alcohol," Wu Heng whispered.

"What else could I do?" Shi Yali said helplessly, her slightly cool fingers lightly tracing the muscles of his chest.

Wu Heng wrapped an arm around her. "How are we supposed to explain this to Shiraque?"

"She's my little sister. If I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Wu Heng glanced again at Shiraque, who had turned over and fallen soundly asleep, then lifted Shi Yali's top.

His movements were exceptionally careful.

Only when his hand moved lower did Shi Yali shake her head. "I'll be yours from now on."

Wu Heng did not force the matter. He let her rest her head on his other shoulder and soon fell into a deep sleep as well.

Morning.

Shiraque's eyes widened as she shouted furiously, "What are you doing?!"

Shi Yali shouted back, "What do you think I'm