Qin Yuer

"Sister Yuer..."

Toward Qin Yuer, Qin Yuan's emotions were complex—not limited to gratitude for decades of upbringing, but also a genuine fondness from the heart.

Qin Yuan stepped forward, spreading his arms as he pulled Qin Yuer's delicate form into an embrace. "I missed you so much."

Warm, soft jade entered his arms; a faint, subtle fragrance drifted into his nose.

Hearing Qin Yuan's murmur and feeling the hot breath brushing against her ear, Qin Yuer's delicate body trembled slightly, a wave of tenderness surging in her heart.

"Little Yuan, I missed you too."

Qin Yuer wrapped her arms around Qin Yuan's waist, burying herself in his embrace.

Just as Qin Yuan's feelings for her were complicated, so were hers—both the affection of an older sister for her younger brother, and a heartfelt dependence.

She had entered Tianshan at the age of ten, thinking she would spend her life lonely and desolate, never expecting to encounter Qin Yuan, who was around two or three years old.

After Qin Yuer picked up Qin Yuan, she was no longer alone; she had companionship. The two relied on each other, becoming each other's family.

But judging by the current situation, what lay between them was more than just family bonds.

"It's been a while, Little Yuan. You've grown taller and become even more handsome."

"If you go out like this, who knows how many young girls you'll charm."

Qin Yuer lifted her head to look at Qin Yuan, her beautiful eyes glimmering faintly, a light smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

This was the boy she had raised with her own hands—not necessarily a future Genius Mage, but at least now a spirited young man.

She remembered back when she bathed Qin Yuan, who was still a little brat, and how his face would flush with embarrassment—it was utterly endearing.

Too bad that wasn't possible anymore. Qin Yuan had grown up.

"Then has Sister Yuer been charmed by me?" Qin Yuan chuckled, teasing.

"...Don't mess around."

Qin Yuer's expression froze, her beautiful eyes flickering, but she quickly returned to normal and let out a Puchi laugh. "There's almost eight years between us."

"I'm not messing around. I'm serious."

Qin Yuan shook his head, speaking with a straight face.

He stared at Qin Yuer's stunningly beautiful face and praised her from the bottom of his heart: "Sister Yuer, you're truly beautiful."

Hearing this, Qin Yuer was also stunned for a moment.

She looked at Qin Yuan, whose expression was earnest, and for a time, she was frozen in place, a strange emotion quietly rising in her heart.

What kind of feeling was this?

Hard to describe.

Qin Yuan had often called her pretty and beautiful before, and it had only made her happy.

But now, at sixteen, Qin Yuan praised her beauty again, paired with those Red Eyes full of emotion...

She wasn't just happy—her heart was sweet.

A long silence.

"Puchi~"

Qin Yuer let out a light laugh, her right hand stroking Qin Yuan's face. "Alright, you're only sixteen."

"In two years, once you know what true liking means, then tell me your thoughts."

Qin Yuan liked her.

She was very happy, but also very afraid.

She feared this was just Qin Yuan's immaturity, and even more, she feared that one day her own identity as a disaster-bringer would be exposed, dragging Qin Yuan down with her.

"Sister Yuer, there's no need to wait two years. I can answer you right now." Qin Yuan said.

Qin Yuan exerted strength in his hand, pulling Qin Yuer's slender waist close, gazing tenderly at her red lips, then lowered his head.

"Mmph!"

Qin Yuer's heart trembled, her body stiffening.

Her eyes widened in disbelief that Qin Yuan would be so bold.

This was her First Kiss.

And Qin Yuan actually dared to kiss her!

But it all happened just like that—the handsome face so close, the breath rushing toward her, making her heart stir despite herself.

Qin Yuer lowered the hand she had been about to push away with, quietly letting Qin Yuan have his way.

Her emotions were complicated—joy, nervousness, excitement.

But not anger.

She didn't dislike Qin Yuan's actions; instead, she felt this was exactly how it should be.

After raising this boy for so many years, what was a little kiss?

She had a clear conscience!

A long moment passed before their lips parted.

"Sister Yuer, that is my answer."

Qin Yuan said with a light laugh.

His actions might have been a bit abrupt, but he hoped even more that Qin Yuer would change her way of thinking, and stop always treating him like a mentally immature 'little brother'.

Although Qin Yuan was only sixteen years old, not yet an adult, his mind had already matured.

"You're impossible. Sister is taking this seriously now. If you ever think of abandoning me in the future, don't blame me... hmph!"

Qin Yuer shot Qin Yuan a glare and spoke with feigned ferocity.

"Absolutely not!"

Qin Yuan's expression turned serious, his tone earnest. "I'm going to marry Sister Yuer and make you my wife!"

"Oh?"

"And what about the girls in Bocheng? Don't tell me you plan to toy with them and cast them aside."

A dangerous glint flickered in Qin Yuer's beautiful eyes.

As Qin Yuan's guardian, she naturally knew how mischievous and restless he had been as a child, often running off alone to other cities.

Among them, Bocheng was the place he visited most frequently.

"Toying with them and casting them aside? Impossible..."

Qin Yuan said without a hint of shame or a racing heart. "So, I'll just have to take a loss and marry them all together."

"..."

Qin Yuer's face was expressionless, her demeanor 'calm' as she looked at Qin Yuan and asked, "Is that enough?"

"Do you need a harem of three palaces and six courtyards, with three thousand beauties, like an emperor?"

"C-can I?"

Qin Yuan asked tentatively.

"What do you think!"

Qin Yuer laughed in anger, her calm face erupting in fury. "Are you really trying to rebel?"

"Let me tell you, as long as Sister is here, don't even think about acting like those extravagant nobles."

"Three palaces, six courtyards, three thousand beauties... why don't you just die on a woman's belly?"

Qin Yuer had thought her Little Man was an upright gentleman, but it turned out he was a debauched wanderer—she had raised him wrong.

"It's not really as exaggerated as three thousand beauties. Just shrink it by ten times, and that's fine." Qin Yuan said cautiously.

Qin Yuer: "..."

"I'll beat you to death!"

"Bam..."

"Thump..."

"Whoosh..."

Though Qin Yuer was angry, she didn't use magic. Instead, she relied on the physical strength of a High-level Mage to 'teach' Qin Yuan a lesson.

But soon, Qin Yuer noticed something was off.

Qin Yuan's body was incredibly agile, and his reaction speed was fast. Though he was slightly inferior to her, it was far beyond what an ordinary person could possess.

"This little brat can really run." Qin Yuer muttered to herself.

Because Qin Yuan had seized the initiative first, after all their tussling, he was fine, but she had worn herself out.

"Hmph."

Qin Yuer let out a delicate snort and said, "Little brat, let's see where you can run now. Ice Lock..."

Qin Yuan: "..."

Ah, come on, do you really have to play it like this?

You're practically an Archmage, and you're bullying a little comrade who can't even cast Beginner Magic yet.

That's just unsportsmanlike.

"Shua shua shua!"

Once the Ice Lock was deployed, Qin Yuan had no way to escape.

His ear was pinched by Qin Yuer in a very familiar manner.

"Still going to run?" Qin Yuer said with a teasing smile as she looked at Qin Yuan.

"Sss!"

Qin Yuan winced in pain and said, "Sister Yuer, easy, easy..."

"Stop it, I wasn't even using force." Qin Yuer gave a light snort and said, "Let's see if you dare to be so flirtatious again."