After transmigrating into the body of the Jade Rat Spirit, I became Nezha's adopted sister.

"Clinging to someone's leg?" Nezha raised an eyebrow, put down his wine glass, and looked at her leisurely. "I remember, you were clinging to their ankles back then. And you were calling them 'Dad.'"

Bai Yeying: "................"

Help! Please stop dredging up our embarrassing past!

She covered her face, her ears turning bright red, and protested in a muffled voice through her fingers, "That family reunion was just a temporary measure~ it doesn't count."

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Nezha felt inexplicably better. He suddenly leaned over, across the stone table, and gently poked her forehead, which she was covering her face, with his fingertips.

"And now?" He lowered his voice, a gentleness he himself didn't realize, "Are you still planning to reunite with your family?"

Bai Yeying parted her fingers a crack, revealing her almond-shaped eyes as she looked at his handsome face so close to hers. The alcohol mixed with shyness made her head spin a little, but her courage was unusually high.

"Right now..." she muttered softly, her eyes shining brightly, "Right now I just want to..."

"What do you only want?" Nezha pressed, looking at her with his phoenix eyes.

Bai Yeying felt flustered under his gaze. The words rolled on her tongue, but she didn't dare to utter them. She lowered her hand, picked up her wine glass, tilted her head back, and took a big gulp, only to choke and cough until tears streamed down her face.

"Cough...cough cough...no, nothing!" she waved her hand awkwardly.

Nezha looked at her flushed face and flustered eyes, his inexplicable expectation dashed, leaving him somewhat disappointed and amused. He sat back down, no longer pressing her for answers, but simply picked up the wine pot and poured her another half cup.

"Drink slowly."

The meal ended in a slightly awkward atmosphere. Bai Yeying was tipsy and got sleepy early, her eyelids drooping.

Cuiluo came in to tidy up and, seeing the situation, wanted to help her to rest.

"I'll do it." Nezha stood up, walked to Bai Yeying's side, and naturally offered her his arm.

Bai Yeying grabbed his arm in a daze, used it to stand up, her steps were a little unsteady, and most of her weight was on him.

Nezha picked her up and said to Cuiluo, "You may leave now."

Cuiluo responded and thoughtfully opened the door before going downstairs.

Nezha carried Bai Yeying and slowly walked back to her room. The faint scent of alcohol emanating from the girl lingered in his nostrils. Her soft body leaned against him, trusting and relying on him.

The room was simply furnished, with a stone bed covered with soft animal hides and clean bedding. Nezha placed her down on the edge of the bed.

Bai Yeying was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, but she still remembered something and mumbled, "Third Prince, you...you stay in the room next door. Cuiluo has tidied it up."

"Okay, I understand," Nezha replied, watching her sway as she tried to take off her outer garment, but her fingers wouldn't obey her commands, and she couldn't untie the belt for a long time.

He couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he reached out and nimbly untied the knot with a few quick movements. As he undressed her, his fingers inevitably brushed against the skin of her neck.

Bai Yeying looked up and stared at him blankly.

Nezha paused, meeting her bewildered eyes. In the dim light, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were vibrant as she looked at him.

Nezha's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkened, and his hot breath brushed against her cheek.

Bai Yeying seemed to be burned by the overly close breath, blinked in confusion, and subconsciously shrank back.

This slight flinch seemed to ignite a long-suppressed restlessness within Nezha. The hesitation in his eyes was replaced by emotion—an emotion that even he himself had not yet fully grasped.

"What do you want now?" Before the words were even finished, he had already stopped waiting for an answer.

A hot kiss, carrying his scent, pressed down on me.

"Hmm..." Bai Yeying suddenly opened her eyes wide, and most of her hazy drunkenness was startled away at this moment.

An unfamiliar touch came onto her lips, along with the boy's burning breath, enveloping her. Her mind went blank, leaving only the warmth and caress of their lips.

Nezha's movements were initially a bit hesitant and awkward, but soon his inherent arrogance prevailed. He was no longer satisfied with just a taste; his tongue pried open her teeth and forcefully entered, drawing in the lingering sweet wine flavor from her mouth, entangled with her awkward attempts to evade him.

Bai Yeying was taken aback by this sudden attack, her body went limp, and she subconsciously reached out to push him away, but her fingers touched his chest and the burning heat beneath his clothes. The force of her resistance instantly crumbled, turning into an unconscious grasping.

Her acquiescence was undoubtedly a form of encouragement. Nezha tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and with his other hand, he cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

She didn't know how much time had passed until Bai Yeying felt she was about to suffocate and instinctively let out a sob. Only then did Nezha wake up and release her.

Bai Yeying was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes wet, and her lips swollen and red from being rubbed together. She stared blankly at Nezha, who was so close to her, seemingly still dazed from the kiss.

Nezha wasn't in much better shape. His breathing was unsteady, his phoenix eyes filled with lust and panic. Looking at her lips, which he had ravaged, his fingers twitched slightly.

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"I..." Nezha opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt his throat was dry. He was usually quick-witted, but now he was too clumsy to speak.

Explain? Why should he explain? Why should he, Nezha, need to explain his actions to anyone? But looking into her eyes, he felt a little guilty, making it impossible for him to be completely justified.

In the end, he said nothing, but straightened up, turned his gaze away, and let her go.

"...Get some rest." After uttering these four dry words, he turned around almost hastily and strode towards the door, his steps even carrying a hint of fleeing.

Bai Yeying remained seated blankly on the edge of the bed, maintaining her original posture. The lingering touch on her lips and the lotus scent emanating from him seemed to still remind her that what had just happened wasn't a drunken dream.

After a long while, she raised her hand and touched her lips with her fingers.

Only then did she feel ashamed. She pulled the blanket next to her over herself and curled up in the darkness.

Under the covers, Bai Yeying's face was burning hot, and her mind was a jumbled mess. A jumble of chaotic thoughts bubbled and churned like boiling water. The effects of the alcohol seemed to return, and amidst her rambling thoughts, she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Bai Yeying opened her eyes, stared at the stone wall above her head, and paused for a few seconds before remembering what had happened the day before.

She sat up in bed, instinctively covering her lips, and looked around furtively. She was the only one in the room.

Where's Nezha? Is he still there? Did he leave after what happened last night? Or...?

Bai Yeying gradually calmed down, got up slowly, changed her clothes, and looked at herself in the bronze mirror.

Fortunately, apart from her lips appearing slightly redder than usual and her eyes being a little watery from staying up late last night, there weren't many other noticeable abnormalities.

She tiptoed to the door, gently opened it a crack, and peeked out half her head.

It was quiet outside, deserted, with neither Cuiluo nor him.

Is he really gone?

A feeling that was hard to define—a mix of disappointment and relief—slipped through my chest. It's better that she's gone; otherwise, meeting her now would be so awkward!

As she was thinking, she caught a glimpse of something red under the pine tree out of the corner of her eye.