In a secluded corner of a park where few people ever came, at the edge of the flowers and green grass, there was a bench quieter than all the others. A stunningly beautiful young woman was sitting on it now.
Ye Qingxian was resting with her eyes closed.
It wasn't that she wanted to close her eyes and rest. It was just that the sight of her little junior sister sleeping was far too bewitching.
Ye Qingxian didn't want her little junior sister to steal her soul, so she simply shut her eyes. Out of sight, and her heart could be still.
It was about three fifty-five in the afternoon.
The sun was beginning its slow descent toward the west.
Shadows stretched long across the ground, while sunlight still dappled beneath the trees.
Suddenly.
My long, narrow lashes trembled, and my clear eyes slowly opened.
It took only a second for me to figure out where I was.
In Senior Sister's arms.
So I decided to close my eyes again and pretend to sleep a little longer.
There wasn't any other reason, and it wasn't because I was still sleepy.
I just... couldn't bear to wake up.
Ye Qingxian had sensed long ago that her little junior sister had woken up.
Holding her little junior sister all this time felt like holding a hot potato.
Ye Qingxian had wanted to call it quits for ages.
Who could have a succubus sleeping in her arms and remain unmoved, keeping her composure?
Ye Qingxian considered herself no less steadfast than that man from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.
She was devoted to the immortal path. How could she lack self-discipline?
Unfortunately, her little junior sister was no ordinary person.
It wasn't just that every frown and smile of hers was breathtaking.