I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

"hehe……"

The voice in his mind chuckled softly, with a hint of surprised amusement, "Your brother Gu Yan has quite the willpower."

"You weren't even eaten."

Shen Youyao was taken aback at first, then realized something, and her eyes turned unusually cold, her lips pursed until they were white: "It was you...it was you who made Brother Gu Yan...do that?"

"What's wrong?"

"Are you angry with me?"

"Do you think I've hurt you?"

The voice sounded somewhat surprised, as if it hadn't expected Shen Youyao to be angry.

Shen Youyao bit her lip and didn't speak, but silence was the best answer.

The voice paused for a moment, then rang out again, carrying an unprecedented, almost blatant coldness and allure.

"Shen Youyao, just admit it."

"You clearly wanted to do that too. I just revealed a little bit of your deepest desire."

"Besides, I am you!"

"I am the only person in this world you can truly rely on, and who will never betray you."

How can you not believe me?

These words were like a needle, precisely piercing the deepest, most lonely and insecure part of Shen Youyao's heart.

The girl was stunned for a moment.

She curled up and buried her burning face in her knees.

After a long time, the room was quiet.

You said...you are me.

"Is it right?"

Shen Youyao suddenly spoke, her voice soft and hesitant.

"Yes."

The voice responded.

"So... what I can feel, you can feel too?"

Shen Youyao asked again.

The voice in my mind paused for a moment, then said, "Yes. I can feel it."

"Then...if, even if Brother Gu Yan really...really ate me just now."

"You...you can feel it too, right?"

Shen Youyao took a deep breath, as if she had mustered up a lot of courage, and asked in a weak voice.

That question was too direct and too embarrassing. The voice was clearly choked up and remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, a somewhat exasperated reply came: "...What do you know about eating or not eating, you little brat!"

Shen Youyao realized that the voice had been rendered speechless by her question.

The absence of her former sense of superiority brought her a small sense of joy.

A strange surge of courage welled up within her, and she continued speaking softly but clearly:

What you did before... was wrong.

"Even if... even if I'm willing to let Gu Yan touch me, it was because you grabbed his hand and forced him to do that."

"If possible... I hope he would do it willingly."

"What you're doing is very wrong, you know?"

After she mustered the courage to say these words, her entire face burned bright red, almost steaming, making her look like a steampunk princess.

The voice froze.

She never expected that her timid and cowardly younger sister, who had always been led by her, would turn around and lecture her.

"Do you think I'm being too forward?"

Her voice turned colder, tinged with self-mockery, "Like a bitch, is that it?"

Shen Youyao was startled and quickly denied it in her mind: "Sister, I absolutely didn't have that kind of thought!"

Although the voice claimed to be her own, Shen Youyao didn't know how to address it.

Remembering that the voice had called her sister before, she tried calling her sister and felt that it should be fine.

That voice.

Now, Shen Youyao might be able to call her older sister.

"Is taking initiative cheap?"

"But the only person I can take the initiative with is someone I truly like from the bottom of my heart."

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his tone somewhat complicated.

Shen Youyao was somewhat shocked when she heard this.

But she quickly noticed the flaw in his words and asked softly, "But why do you think... you like Brother Gu Yan?"

This time, her sister's voice rang out clearly without hesitation.

"When the whole world is teaching you how to be hurt more gracefully, how to endure and how to submit."

Finally, someone knelt down, looked you in the eyes, and asked you a question.

"Why should the person who hurt you live a good life?"

"Shen Youyao, don't you understand?"

"I am you."

"How could I not like what you like?"

Hearing these words, Shen Youyao's feelings became very complicated.

To be honest, she didn't entirely believe that the voice was herself; it was more like an independent, sharper, and bolder individual.

He simply knew all the unbearable and secret thoughts in her heart.

She even felt a little jealous, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

A small voice inside me wanted to ask, "Why do you also like Gu Yan?"

But she ultimately didn't say it.

"Sister... let me give you a name."

Shen Youyao took a light breath and changed the subject.

"Children's tricks."

The older sister's voice sounded somewhat dismissive, "I told you, I am you, there's no need for this."

Shen Youyao shook her head, her tone insistent: "Since my name is Shen Youyao..."

"Then, sister, you can be called Shen Youwei."

"The 'Wei' in 'rose'."

"I think it sounds great, and it suits my sister very well."

The voice in my mind froze.

"Shen Youwei..."

She murmured the name to herself, then chuckled softly, "Since my sister wants me to have this name."

"Then from now on, you can call me Shen Youwei."

Shen Youyao nodded, feeling relieved.

Just as she was about to say something more, Gu Yan's voice suddenly came from the living room, gentle and clear.

"Youyao, I made some soup. If you wake up, you can come out and have some."

Shen Youyao's body stiffened slightly, and the fever that had just subsided crept back up onto her cheeks.

To be honest, even now, Shen Youyao still feels incredibly ashamed.

After returning from the amusement park, she felt a little better after being comforted by Gu Yan.

But as soon as she calmed down, she couldn't help but replay in her mind the tight touch of his arms as he carried her upstairs, and the heavy, hot breath he took when he pressed down on her...

Shen Youyao felt her heart beating incredibly fast again.

But Gu Yan personally made soup for himself!

Should she go out or not?

In the living room, Gu Yan, wearing thick high-temperature gloves, carefully carried a small casserole to the dining table and lifted the lid.

A rich, fragrant steam instantly filled the air.

The soup is a clear, pale golden color, with a few glistening oil droplets floating on the surface.

Inside, you can see tender, stewed chicken, plump shiitake mushrooms, tender yellow corn pieces, and a few round red dates and goji berries.

This is a medicinal chicken soup that he specially simmered over low heat for more than two hours. He added some mild astragalus and angelica to replenish qi, but the taste was just right. It was neither greasy nor dry, making it the most suitable for warming the body and calming the mind.

"Youyao?"

Gu Yan called out twice more towards the bedroom.