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

As night deepened, the crescent moon hung high in the sky.

Fang Xuanxin sat on the roof, gazing at most of the valley and the hazy mountain shadows in the distance.

The night breeze carries the fragrance of bamboo leaves, which can calm the mind.

He took the small jar of wine, broke the mud seal, tilted his head back, and took a swig.

I never expected my senior sister to have such good stuff, so much of it. He could definitely steal a whole jar without any problem.

"The night breeze is cool... Why drink here?"

A cold, clear voice suddenly came from the side.

Fang Xuan was startled and almost threw the wine jar away.

He turned his head and saw that Ning Qian had also come up to the roof and was sitting next to him.

I breathed a sigh of relief, then subconsciously moved the wine glass further, which was just self-deception.

"My heart is cold too, it's a perfect match."

"What is it?" Ning Qian asked softly without looking at him.

"I couldn't take my senior sister with me..."

Ning Qian paused slightly, and under the moonlight, her cool eyes seemed to flicker with emotion.

"Hu....."

"Just kidding, senior sister."

The moment she opened her mouth, Fang Xuan suddenly grinned and shook the wine jar in his hand.

"Just trying to liven things up."

Ning Qian was about to utter a rebuke when he made a joke that stopped her from speaking.

But seeing the relaxed smile on Fang Xuan's face, I felt a strange emptiness in my heart.

"Um....."

She responded softly and looked away.

Stop joking.

"Senior sister, are you sad?" Fang Xuan leaned closer and asked her.

"no."

Ning Qian immediately denied it, her tone returning to its usual coldness.

Fang Xuan didn't believe her and handed her the half-empty wine jar he was holding. "Have a drink, maybe... to cheer yourself up?"

Ning Qian looked at the wine jar handed to her and hesitated for a moment.

Aren't these the jars I put there myself? They're really strong liquor.

However, I still took it and took a sip.

Fang Xuan chuckled from the side, "Senior Sister, you're so quiet."

"Quite a few," Ning Qian retorted, her voice still calm.

"Quite a few?"

Aside from "um," "okay," "no," "eat," and "practice swordsmanship," they basically say nothing else.

Ning Qian was taken aback by his question. She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found that she couldn't think of any words to "prove" that she had talked a lot.

She was indeed quite taciturn most of the time.

"No...not few."

She could only manage to utter this one sentence in the end, though her tone sounded weaker than usual.

As the alcohol took effect, her slightly flushed ear tips could be seen in the moonlight.

He himself was probably drunk, and spoke up for no reason.

"Senior, can you sing?"

Ning Qian was puzzled by his sudden bold move, but calmly replied, "No."

"Then I'll sing you a song... Mi Yue squeezing out oil~"

Ning Qian: "..."

"Are you drunk?" she couldn't help but interrupt him.

Fang Xuan stopped singing, opened his eyes, and looked at her with an innocent expression.

"No? I'm perfectly sober..."

To prove it, he even shook his head, and as a result, the scenery in front of him seemed to blur.

Ning Qian looked at his obviously glazed eyes and realized that he was indeed a little drunk.

She sighed, too lazy to argue with him, and simply gave the most direct assessment: "It sounds awful."

Fang Xuan: "..."

If you're drunk, that's fine.

He was just about to stand up when his foot slipped and he stepped on a loose tile.

Then he fell straight down from the roof into the house.

Broken bamboo and tiles scattered all over the ground with a clatter, raising clouds of dust.

Ning Qian could see everything clearly from the rooftop, so she came down from the roof.

Fang Xuan lay sprawled out in his room, clutching his buttocks, his face filled with disbelief.

He was covered in dust and leaves, looking disheveled, but he didn't seem to be seriously injured; he was just dazed from the fall.

I shook my dizzy head and tried to sit up.

But the alcohol and the fall left him completely dazed. He looked around blankly, his eyes finally settling on Ning Qian standing in front of him.

Under the moonlight, Ning Qian looked at him with a slight frown, and her usually aloof and expressionless face seemed to smile slightly.

Fang Xuan thought he was seeing things, so he shook his eyes hard.

Ning Qian had regained her expressionless face, as if that fleeting arc from just now was merely an illusion under the moonlight.

She never truly laughed, at least not Fang Xuan had ever seen her.

Ning Qian saw that he could still move, so he should be fine, at most just a little... embarrassing.

He felt a sense of relief, but also found it somewhat amusing, though he didn't show it on his face.

She didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

Her gaze then fell upon a small pile of clothes at the foot of the bed, which must have been clothes that hadn't been washed yet after being changed, and she frowned again.

So lazy...and there are so many clothes piled up.

She walked over, picked up the pile of dirty clothes one by one, and held them in her arms.

Fang Xuan was still stunned, looking at her actions, and didn't react for a moment: "Senior...Senior Sister?"

Ning Qian held the clothes, not looking at him, and simply said, "Fix the roof yourself tomorrow."

Then, carrying the pile of dirty clothes, he turned and went into the yard, gently closing the door behind him.

Fang Xuan was left alone in the ruins, staring at the closed door, his mind spinning.

Senior sister...why are you taking his clothes?

Wash...wash clothes?

Is that what you mean?

......

Not long after.

The rain outside pattered against the dilapidated roof.

Fang Xuan shivered from the cold rain, and the lingering effects of the alcohol sobered him up considerably.

He huddled in the corner of the bed, clutching half of the still relatively dry blanket, staring at the "waterfall cave"-like scene before him, feeling utterly helpless and on the verge of tears.

what?

When it rains, it pours.

......

"Senior sister... help me! The roof is leaking..."

Just when Fang Xuan thought Ning Qian had already fallen asleep, or simply didn't want to deal with this drunkard and troublemaker, the door was gently pushed open.

Ning Qian stood at the door, still dressed in her plain nightgown.

His face was cool and aloof, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

His gaze swept over Fang Xuan, who was half-wet in the room, looking pitiful.

Fang Xuan could only hug the blanket and watch her longingly.

"Follow me." She turned and walked towards her room.

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly followed.

.......

A while later.

He is now sleeping in his senior's bed.

The relationship progressed by leaps and bounds.