Junior Sister is Kneading Dough?

"Pfft!"

Whenever I thought of how Ye Qingxian could be wooden as a block yet somehow so amusing, I couldn't help but laugh. With a pfft, I burst out laughing on the spot, wrapped both arms around the blanket, and happily rolled around on the bed.

It wasn't that she didn't like me.

It was just that she always did such inexplicable things.

As though she still hadn't quite awakened to certain matters.

Mm, speaking of awakening, my little face flushed as I buried nearly my entire face in the fragrant blanket.

Ye Qingxian was already countless times better than before.

At the very least, she now knew how to flirt with me.

Sometimes, she could kiss me until my legs went weak, making me want nothing more than to shove her away. Was she going to let me breathe or not?!

As I recalled some beautiful moments from the past, my mood quietly improved by several degrees as well.

The best medicine for fighting the depression in my heart had always been this beautiful love that I could already see the end of, one that seemed within reach at any moment.

The shared memories Ye Qingxian had given me.

Together, they had built my happy life.

I loosened my hold on the blanket slightly, revealing half my face. Staring once more at my fair, tender little hands and my healthy pinkish-white nails, I suddenly wanted to get prettier nail art—but at the last moment, I forcibly held myself back.

Forget it.

I only loved black. I didn't really like other colors.

Naturally, dark styles were my favorite for nail art.

Just like before, Ye Qingxian would definitely mock me for not having grown up yet, saying I was like a chuunibyou little loli... turning myself pitch-black from head to