I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

It continued until dawn.

Ning Qiancai...couldn't bear it...and fell asleep.

In my dream, my junior brother was pale and had dark circles under his eyes.

He lay weakly on the couch, barely breathing.

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding his hand with a look of satisfaction and guilt.

"Junior brother... I'm sorry, senior sister again..."

Fang Xuan, lying on the couch, weakly shook his head and forced a smile: "It's alright, Senior Sister, I... I can still hold on..."

Then the scene shifts, and she's now holding a bowl of dark, bubbling herbal soup, gently coaxing, "Junior brother, come, drink this bowl of nourishing soup..."

In his dream, Fang Xuan looked at the bowl of medicine with a look of utter terror on his face.

……

Ning Qian woke up groggily and sat up in bed.

The bluish-black discoloration is becoming more and more obvious, and I'm still a little dizzy. Yesterday... it really was a bit too late.

Looking out the window, it was already midday.

I recalled the dream again, especially my junior brother's weak appearance after being... drained dry.

It must be because she's been too unrestrained lately.

A wave of self-reproach washed over me.

Life is indeed too good.

Since she started dual cultivation with her junior brother, her cultivation level has improved considerably.

But.....

This is all based on... exploiting junior brothers.

Her junior brother has a special physique and his spiritual energy is pure and abundant, which is a great tonic for her.

Even the best constitution can't withstand her insatiable demands day and night.

The more Ning Qian thought about it, the more she realized it was true, and the guilt in her heart overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

She's such a bad senior!

He was only concerned with improving his own cultivation and indulging in pleasure, yet he had even taken advantage of his junior brother's body...

She was very annoyed.

I need to make it up to my junior brother properly; things can't go on like this!

.......

Fang Xuan was in the courtyard, feeling refreshed and relaxed.

His realm is more solid and stable than when he broke through yesterday, and he is already showing signs of touching the threshold of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

"Cool."

He had never felt that life could be so wonderful.

This feeling of rapidly improving one's cultivation level while lying in bed... uh, it's just amazing.

......

Ning Qian walked out of the house.

"Good morning, senior sister," Fang Xuan greeted her.

Ning Qian looked up at him...

My junior brother seems... to be normal, not as weak as in the dream.

But... this must be my junior brother putting on a brave face.

She absorbs so much yang energy every day, and her own cultivation level keeps rising. How could her junior brother be unharmed...?

Thinking of this, she felt even more guilty.

.......

She tried to meet Fang Xuan's gaze and forced a gentle smile, but she still couldn't hide her haggard appearance.

"Yes, good morning."

My junior brother is so kind...

Ning Qian looked at Fang Xuan's smiling face, and her heart melted.

It seems like she hasn't cooked for her junior brother in a long time; she's such an irresponsible senior sister.

My junior colleague loves braised pork ribs, likes to drink the soup, and doesn't like ribs that are too fatty...

As she recalled the events, she prepared to go check on the kitchen.

If you don't have any vegetables, then go to the street and buy some.

She then turned and walked toward the small kitchen.

She had just taken a step when a wave of weakness shot through her legs, causing her to sway slightly and almost lose her balance.

Fang Xuan reacted quickly and stepped forward to support her.

"Senior sister, are your legs bothering you?"

Ning Qian's face flushed red.

It's all because of...last night...

"No...it's nothing, it's just a little numb." Ning Qian lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

Looking at her flushed ears and slightly trembling legs, Fang Xuan's little...hobby resurfaced.

"Cough..." He cleared his throat.

"Senior sister, how about I massage your legs for you? It'll improve your blood circulation and make you feel better."

He's been craving... no, he's been concerned about his senior's legs for a long time.

Ning Qian looked up at him and saw that his eyes were clear and full of concern.

Junior brother is so kind, so considerate.

"Hmm... okay." She nodded gently, her voice even softer.

.......

I returned to the room.

Ning Qian sat down on the edge of the bed.

She was wearing an elegant, pale white dress today.

Fang Xuan reached out and gently lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, revealing a section of her fair and smooth calves.

Ning Qian's body trembled slightly when her fingers touched her skin.

Fang Xuan took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm and professional.

He grasped Ning Qian's calves with both hands and began... kneading, cough... actually, he began to play with them.

The feel is... absolutely perfect.

Her skin was as delicate as porcelain and as smooth as jade.

Every touch of your fingertips is a breathtakingly beautiful sensation.

He tried his best to maintain the massage posture with his hands.

Start with the calves, pressing and kneading with moderate pressure.

In reality, he has no legitimate massage techniques whatsoever; he relies entirely on his senses and... his inner desires to move his hands around.

But Ning Qian's body was far too sensitive.

Especially after several times, she became exceptionally easily moved to tears.

Fang Xuan's palms were warm, which initially felt quite comfortable, but the kneading soon changed its nature.

"Um....."

Ning Qian couldn't help but let out a very soft moan, and quickly bit her lower lip.

Fang Xuan's hand slowly moved upwards along the calf.

Go past the knee and up to the thigh.

It's softer here, and the feel of it against the skin is even more captivating.

He couldn't resist squeezing the very elastic part with a little force.

"Hmm~"

Ning Qian let out a soft gasp, her body trembled, and her legs instinctively tried to pull back, but Fang Xuan held them firmly.

"Junior Brother..."

Her voice trembled with tears, and her eyes welled up with moisture.

Fang Xuan acted as if he hadn't heard, but in reality, he was deliberately causing trouble.

His fingers began to linger on that skin.

Especially the area near the inner thigh...

"No...don't press there..." Ning Qian's voice was pleading, her whole body was trembling, and her hands were tightly gripping the sheets beneath her, her fingertips turning white.

That place... is too sensitive.

Just being near her made her heart race and her waist go weak.

Fang Xuan's fingers mischievously lingered at the edge of that forbidden area, occasionally accidentally touching the inner side of the leg...

"Hmm~"

Ning Qian could no longer hold back and leaned back softly, only managing to stay upright by supporting herself with her arms.

Tears were already welling up in my eyes.

"No... please stop pressing it..."

"Senior sister, are you begging me?"

He loved seeing his senior sister helplessly "bullied" by him, feeling both ashamed and angry, yet her body betrayed her true feelings.

Ning Qian felt both embarrassed and angry at his question.

That wretched junior brother!

Knowing full well... and still doing it... is utterly despicable.

But her body wouldn't obey her commands; under his barely perceptible touch, she felt weak and hot.

"Okay...okay...um~"

But Fang Xuan clearly had no intention of letting her off so easily.

He intensified his actions, using one hand to hold her still while the other hand focused even more intently on... stroking those jade-like legs...

Ning Qian bit her lip tightly, but some soft, panting breaths still escaped her lips.

"Ugh... Junior brother... Stop... Stop..."