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

The night breeze was cool.

The charcoal fire on the balcony was still glowing red, the meat skewers had gone cold, and half-eaten corn was left on the plate.

My senior sister really doesn't like barbecue; she only likes beer.

He was quite drunk again, his little head swaying unsteadily.

"Junior brother...did I...did I tell you that I like you the most?"

Her face flushed, and she stammered as if she dared not speak, her voice barely audible.

Fang Xuan was taken aback.

She sat opposite him, holding a beer can in both hands, looking at him but not daring to look at him, quickly looking away when her gaze met his face.

But after moving it away, I couldn't help but look back.

Just like a few years ago... the first time she said those sweet words.

In the courtyard of the Qingyun Sect, the apricot tree had just blossomed. She stood under the tree, said half a sentence, and then ran away.

"Yes, my senior sister has said it many times," he replied.

She tilted her head and slowly leaned closer, wanting to kiss him.

But he was swaying unsteadily, unable to find his direction.

She stared at his lips for a long time before closing her eyes and kissing him.

I missed the kiss; it landed on the corner of his mouth.

She frowned, kissed him again, but still missed the mark a little.

She was a little anxious, kissing him haphazardly, her nose brushing against his cheek, feeling cool.

Her lips were soft, and they tasted a bit like beer...

......

The moon hung on the roof of the building opposite, illuminating the balcony with a white light.

The red glow of the charcoal fire reflected on her face, mingling with the moonlight.

Fang Xuan suddenly spoke up: "Senior sister, did I ever say that I love you?"

But she didn't say anything.

Fang Xuan looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep on his lap.

Her breathing was light, and the corners of her mouth were turned up; I wonder what she was dreaming about.

Fang Xuan didn't move, just sat there quietly.

The night breeze blew her hair onto the back of his hand, making it tickle.

After a while, Ning Qian woke up again, still half asleep.

"Is it late?"

"Um."

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, her hair was messy, and her face was flushed from drinking.

She yawned.

"Junior brother, come inside with me and go to sleep, hiccup~"

Fang Xuan smiled and repeated what she hadn't heard earlier.

"Senior sister...did I ever say that I love you?"

"Mmm... Junior brother has said it many times, and I remember it every time..."

"I've said it three times on Qingyun Sect Mountain, once in Qingshi Town, fourteen times in the courtyard of Xunyuan Town, six times in the Upper Realm Holy Land, and in this world..."

As she counted, her head tilted to the side, and she fell asleep again...

Fang Xuan waited for a long time, making sure she wouldn't wake up again, before picking her up.

The balcony is a mess of cups and plates, and the charcoal fire is still burning. I'll clean it up tomorrow.

Forget it, he waved his hand and put them all into his spatial storage to gather dust. Next time, he'll just buy a whole set.

Ning Qian snuggled against him and woke up again.

She mumbled sleepily, "Junior brother, we haven't started yet tonight..."

"Mm," Fang Xuan replied.

Anyway, it won't be long before my senior sister falls asleep.

She was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, but she was still thinking about this.

Goodnight, senior sister...

.......

As for what happened afterward, it was just an ordinary, uneventful life.

Well, with my silly senior sister around, how could things be anything but ordinary?

Life hasn't changed much.

She still likes to drink beer, likes to sit on the balcony in a daze, and likes to hug him from behind while he cooks, press her face against his back, and ask him what he wants to eat today.

She's still so sensitive, she never makes it to the end, and she always stubbornly insists that she's amazing.

She would still say "Don't touch your senior sister's head" when he touched her head, but she no longer dodged; sometimes she would even rub against him.

Fang Xuan sometimes thinks about the past.

He thought of the bamboo grove courtyard of the Qingyun Sect, of the way she taught her junior brother to practice swordsmanship, and of the way she cried in his arms.

Those memories are both distant and recent, like they happened just yesterday.

He also considered whether or not to go back.

Return to the world of cultivation, return to that world with laws, realms, and fighting.

But every time he saw his senior sister curled up on the sofa watching TV, hugging a cushion, and changing channels with practiced ease, he just let it go.

This place is nice.

There's beer, barbecue, a washing machine, a microwave oven I'll never learn how to use, and a silly senior sister.

This is enough.

However, it's very easy to go back; you can simply return to Earth.

As for the system, it's nothing but his slave...

Just like three days ago.

[Useless sex slave Fang Xuan, now you're given a task: severely discipline your master Ning Qian.]

[Reward: Travel between two worlds.]

I want it, I want it, please, system.

He practically poked the screen to pieces, terrified the system would change its mind...

........

Ning Qian sometimes thinks about the past.

Thinking back to the roads they walked together, the fights they fought together, the tribulations they overcame together...

The sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the sofa and onto her hair.

Looking at her profile, Fang Xuan suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when they were at the Qingyun Sect, she had sunbathed in the same way.

They had only known each other for a short time then, and she was quite fierce, often saying she would punish him severely.

But his ears would turn red every time he was told he would be punished.

.......

The curtains were blown up by the wind, and shadows swayed on the floor.

With her by my side, every day feels incredibly long.

He grew old enough to remember every little thing, every laugh, every time she called him "junior brother".

Even a day feels long, let alone a thousand days...

Ten thousand days, a hundred thousand days...

(End of the article)

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