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

"Smaller?" Nezha raised an eyebrow. "How much smaller?"

"So small." Bai Yeying gestured to indicate the height, which was only up to his knees. "He looks about six or seven years old, sitting on the doorstep in a daze. He looks so well-behaved."

Nezha paused for a moment, his lips twitching slightly: "Me? Obedient?"

"Yes." Bai Yeying lifted her head from his arms, looked at him with a smile in her eyes, "She's so small, with a round face, big eyes, and speaks in a sweet, childlike voice. She's so cute."

Nezha: "................."

He imagined the scene for a moment, then frowned: "Impossible."

"Really!" Bai Yeying said earnestly, "You were so well-behaved back then. You didn't resist when I hugged you, and you even let me kiss you."

"................."

Nezha frowned even more deeply: "You kissed her?"

"Yes, we kissed," Bai Yeying said matter-of-factly. "One kiss on the forehead, one on the cheek, and several more."

Seeing her smug look, Nezha suddenly reached out and pinched her cheek, gently pulling it outwards: "You've gotten bold, daring to take advantage of me when I'm young?"

"Um... I didn't take advantage of you..." Bai Yeying mumbled, her face pinched by him. "I kissed you openly and honestly... You agreed to it yourself..."

"Me, agree? What could a six or seven-year-old possibly agree to?"

"You didn't say you disagreed at the time," Bai Yeying said matter-of-factly. "Besides, you even held my hand and wouldn't let go later."

Nezha paused, a soft look appearing in his phoenix eyes. But quickly, he reverted to his disdainful expression, released his grip, and snorted, "Dreams are always the opposite of reality."

"No, that's not it." Bai Yeying rubbed her cheek, which had been pinched red, and suddenly remembered something, reaching out to touch his waist.

Nezha was startled when she touched him and instinctively backed away, saying, "What are you doing? In broad daylight."

Bai Yeying ignored him and continued groping around his waist: "Where's your belt?"

Nezha was taken aback: "What belt?"

"It's..." Bai Yeying gestured, "the silver-white belt with cloud patterns and pearl pendants..."

Nezha looked at her, his brows furrowing slightly, a fleeting look of confusion in his eyes. He glanced down at the dark red sash around his waist, then looked up at her: "What belt? I've always used this."

She felt a little disappointed. Was it really just a dream?

Nezha sat down beside her, his tone unusually serious: "You were all smiles just now, why did you suddenly become so downcast?"

Bai Yeying leaned on his shoulder, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "It's nothing."

That was a perfunctory statement; even she herself didn't believe it.

As expected, Nezha didn't reply, but simply ran his fingers around her loose hair, once, twice, three times.

After a while, just when Bai Yeying thought he wouldn't ask any more questions, she suddenly heard him chuckle softly in her ear.

"You're so reluctant to let go of me when you dream about me as a child?" His voice carried a hint of teasing, yet it was gentler than usual.

Bai Yeying raised her head and met those phoenix eyes so close to hers. She couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke his eyebrows and eyes with her fingers, from his brow bone to the corner of his eye, from the bridge of his nose to his lips.

Nezha let her do as she pleased, only looking down at her, his phoenix eyes reflecting her image.

"You know, you were incredibly cute when you were little."

"Cute?" Nezha raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by the assessment.

"Mmm." Bai Yeying nodded, gently tapping his lips with her finger. "Here, you always purse your lips, wanting to laugh but holding it in. It's so funny."

Nezha didn't speak, he just looked at her.

Bai Yeying continued, "And here," she pointed to his brow, "a furrowed brow, like a little adult."

"And here," she tapped his earlobe, "it turns red so easily when you're shy."

"And here," she said, placing her hand on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat through his clothes, "you clearly want to be close, but you insist on being stubborn. You clearly care to death, but you pretend to be indifferent."

Her voice grew softer, but her eyes softened: "You've always been a stubborn but soft-hearted person since you were little."

Nezha gazed at her silently, the light in his phoenix eyes growing ever deeper. He suddenly reached out and grasped her hand that rested on his chest, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand: "And then?"

"Later..." Bai Yeying thought for a moment, "Later he grew up and became my husband."

She looked at him, a smile playing in her eyes: "You're taller than before, more capable than before, and even more stubborn than before. But some things haven't changed."

"for example?"

"For example, here," she poked his brow, "it still furrows."

"And here," she poked his earlobe, "it'll still turn red."

"And here," she said, her hand still in his grasp, scratching his palm, "you clearly want to say something, but you keep it to yourself. You clearly care to death, but you pretend not to care."

Nezha was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Which one do you like? The me when I was little, or the me now?"

Bai Yeying chuckled at the question. She tilted her head to look at him, deliberately drawing out her words: "It depends on the situation."

"It depends on the situation?"

"Hmm." Bai Yeying said seriously, "When you were little, you were so soft and well-behaved, it felt so good to hug you, and I could kiss you all I wanted. And you now..."

She paused deliberately, her gaze sweeping over him, from his eyebrows to his collarbone, from his shoulders to his waist, before finally settling on his face. A knowing smile played on her lips: "The current one works well."

Nezha paused for a moment before realizing what she meant. He stared at her, his voice deepening, "Does it work?"

"Mmm." Bai Yeying nodded, looking completely innocent. "She's good at fighting, hardworking, and can even..."

Before she could finish speaking, he silenced her with a kiss.

It was a kiss with a hint of aggression, unlike the usual tenderness and affection; instead, it was burning hot.

Bai Yeying was a little breathless from his kiss, and she put her hands on his shoulders, her knuckles tightening unconsciously.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally released her, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy.

"It works well?" His voice was somewhat hoarse and carried a hint of danger. "Then let me show you just how good it is."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Yeying felt a sudden dizziness as her back sank into the soft brocade quilt.

Nezha supported himself above her, one hand on her side, the other brushing aside the stray hairs falling across her forehead.

"You..." Bai Yeying's heart pounded like a drum, and her face flushed instantly. "In broad daylight..."

"What happened during the day?" Nezha raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "In my dream, I let you kiss me, so why can't I kiss you back now?"

His fingers slid down her forehead, tracing the contours of her cheek, down to her chin, and then to her neck. His fingertips, calloused, sent shivers down her spine with each touch.

Bai Yeying's breathing became erratic. She raised her hand to push him away, but he easily grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the side of the pillow.

"Am I like this in my dreams too?" He leaned down, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his warm breath washing over her most sensitive spot, his voice low and almost a whisper, "Hmm?"