My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

Su Qing felt that if she didn't find something to do, she would really become a lazy bum who just waits to die.

It has been more than a week since Jiang Ran returned to Linjiang. Every morning before going to the company, Jiang Ran would kiss her on the forehead, and the first thing he would do when he came back at night was to lean over and kiss her before he would change his shoes.

It wasn't that she didn't want to live a life where she could be waited on hand and foot, but Xiao Ran really wouldn't let her do any work. Even when she wanted to pour herself a glass of water, she would be stopped halfway and forced to sit down, with a glass of perfectly warm lemonade shoved into her hand.

But she always felt that this couldn't go on, and she had to find something to do, otherwise she would get sick from being idle sooner or later.

So she took over the BanTang Dessert Shop, which had been closed for more than two years.

To her surprise, she was stunned when she pushed open that familiar glass door.

The store's layout was exactly the same as she remembered: the row of light wood-colored booths by the window, the handwritten menu on the wall, the oven she had used for several years on the counter, and even the piping nozzles she used to use were still neatly inserted on the tool rack.

She subconsciously reached out and touched the table next to the cashier. Her fingertips touched a clean wooden texture, without dust or oil stains. Even the edges and corners were so clean that it looked like someone would wipe them every day.

She turned around and her gaze fell on the person who was pretending to look around, touching and looking at this and that.

Jiang Ran had her back to her, pretending to be engrossed in studying a decorative painting on the wall that she had looked at eight hundred times, and not forgetting to comment in a serious tone, "The lighting is good for this painting in this position."

A shop that had been closed for more than two years had not been sold in such a prime location. The interior furnishings were exactly the same, and even the succulent plant at the entrance was still fresh. Su Qing looked at the person who was still seriously studying the decorative painting and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

She suppressed her laughter, picked up an apron and tied it around her waist, then told Xiao Ran to find a place to sit for a while while she went to the kitchen to make something and see if her skills had become rusty.

Jiang Ran obediently responded and turned to walk towards the seat by the window.

It wasn't chosen randomly.

She had seen it in those past images of her sister; her sister liked to sit here most when she was resting in the shop.

She sat down in the chair by the window and turned her head to look out the window.

It was late autumn, and most of the leaves of the sycamore trees lining the street had turned yellow. Sunlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone pavement.

Occasionally, one or two leaves would twirl down from the branches, landing on the shoulders of passersby before being gently blown away by the wind.

The whole street was enveloped in this warm and quiet golden light, as if time moved slower here than elsewhere.

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She suddenly understood why her sister used to like sitting here to rest. The sycamore trees outside the window turned yellow and green year after year, but this corner was always quiet and peaceful.

A moment later, Su Qing came out of the kitchen carrying two plates of strawberry mousse cakes.

She gently placed one of the plates in front of Jiang Ran, her eyes filled with undisguised anticipation.

Jiang Ran picked up a spoon, gently scooped out a piece, and put it in her mouth.

The creamy mousse melted slowly on her tongue, the sweetness of strawberries mingling with the rich aroma of cream, layer upon layer. The cake was soft and moist, exactly the same as the first bite she had taken many years ago when she sat in that small home.

At that time, my sister had just finished get off work at the dessert shop and brought home a small cake carefully wrapped in tin foil. She sat on a small stool, and my sister squatted in front of her, looking at her with a more satisfied look than if she were eating it herself, and asked her if it was delicious.

Her sister still looks at her with the exact same eyes, with that same slightly upturned eyes and a small smile on her lips.

She suddenly realized how amazing time is. Several years had passed, and so many things had happened in between, but the taste of her sister's cooking hadn't changed at all.

Seeing her staring blankly for so long, Su Qing thought that her cooking skills had deteriorated, so she quickly picked up a spoon and was about to taste her own portion.

Then Jiang Ran smiled and said it was delicious, just as delicious as before.

Looking at the earnest and satisfied expression on Xiao Ran's face, Su Qing knew that she wasn't saying that out of concern for her own feelings, and the little stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

She took a bite of her portion and thought, "Hmm, not bad."

The table wasn't big; Jiang Ran only needed to stand up slightly to touch her sister.

She watched as her sister intently savored the mousse she had made, a little bit of pink cream still dappling the corner of her mouth, her eyelashes drooping slightly, her cheeks puffed out, like a little squirrel diligently eating.

Her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and then she stood up.

"Sister, do you know how to make the cake taste better?"

Upon hearing this, Su Qing looked up, her mouth still full of half a spoonful of mousse, her cheeks bulging, and asked indistinctly, "How can it taste better? Should I add sugar? Wouldn't that be too sweet?"

She shook her head seriously to indicate that she didn't know. Her serious expression, coupled with the bit of cream on the corner of her mouth that she hadn't had time to wipe off, made Jiang Ran's Adam's apple bob slightly.

A wicked smile, familiar to Su Qing but still sending chills down her spine every time she saw it, curled the corners of her lips. She said it was nothing, her sister would know soon enough.

It was too late when Su Qing saw that smile.

Jiang Ran's hand slid from her shoulder to the back of her neck, her five fingers gently and softly cupping that delicate skin.

Su Qing's eyes widened suddenly. Behind her was a screen, and in front of her was Xiao Ran's arm blocking her way. There was nowhere to hide.

Then Jiang Ran kissed him.

Su Qing hadn't even finished swallowing the mousse in her mouth; the sweetness of the strawberries still lingered between her lips and teeth.

When Jiang Ran kissed her, her tongue very gently pried open her cherry-pink lips, grazed her neat pearly teeth, and licked her mouth as if savoring an extremely precious dessert.

The sweetness of strawberry cream and the sister's unique fresh scent intertwined, melting and spreading between their lips and teeth.

She could clearly feel her sister's tongue curling slightly due to tension, unsure how to respond, passively enduring her intrusion.

But her older sister no longer clenched her teeth unconsciously as before, nor did she try to avoid it with her lips. She was simply accepting it, trying to respond to this love in a clumsy and quiet way, a love she had not yet fully learned how to respond to.

This clumsy acceptance touched Jiang Ran more than any skill.

By the time Jiang Ran released her, Su Qing was almost out of breath.

She leaned back in her chair, her chest heaving violently. Her lips, still red from the kiss, gleamed with an alluring rosy sheen. The blush on her cheeks spread all the way to her ears, and even her usually bright and sharp eyes were now veiled in a misty haze.

"Xiao Ran!" Su Qing's voice was tinged with embarrassment and anger, but paired with her face that was so red it was almost steaming, it didn't really have any intimidating power.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Ran deliberately licked her lips mischievously, as if savoring something extremely delicious, then tilted her head and asked her innocently, "What's wrong? Hasn't it become even more delicious?"

As she spoke, she leaned closer, her deep brown eyes fixed on her sister's lips, which she had just kissed. The kiss, which had made her want to devour her sister whole and etch her into her bones, was still replaying in her mind. Her Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Upon seeing her expression, Su Qing immediately raised her hand to block in front of her, signaling her to behave.

Seeing her sister's defensive stance, Jiang Ran not only didn't back down, but became even more determined.

She got up from her seat and went around to her sister's side. Amid a series of warnings from Su Qing, she precisely grabbed her wrist, which was blocking her way, and gently pressed her against the screen behind her.

The screen, made of solid wood, swayed slightly under the weight of the two people, making a very faint creaking sound.

"Sister," she lowered her head slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised cunning and infatuation, her voice soft and gentle, as if soaked in honey, "If Xiao Ran is naughty, will sister hit Xiao Ran?"

When Su Qing was asked this question in that voice, the anger that was already teetering on the brink of collapse in her heart was instantly washed away by something softer.

She looked at Xiao Ran's face, so close to hers, at the sparkling smile in her eyes and her undisguised possessiveness, at how Xiao Ran, despite her obvious determination, still cooperated by pretending to be obedient and innocent.

She sighed silently to herself, and the strength she had been using to struggle with her hands loosened a little.

Jiang Ran saw the soft-hearted ripples in her sister's eyes and knew she had won. She didn't give her a chance to back down. With her other hand, she held her sister's neck again and lowered her head to kiss her once more.

The system was operating silently deep within Su Qing's consciousness, archiving all the real-time monitored data one by one.

[The host's heart rate spiked again, facial capillaries dilated further, and trace amounts of DNA not belonging to the host were detected in the saliva.]

It organizes all the information and locks it at the bottom of the database.

As for the host's current state of being pinned against the screen and kissed until she can't even breathe—frankly speaking, it can't be entirely Jiang Ran's fault.

The host's level of indulgence towards that child has never fallen below the warning line in the past ten years. Every time the child acts spoiled and unreasonable, pushing his luck, the host will say "This will not happen again" while moving that bottom line back half an inch.

Jiang Ran's current audacity is indeed a result of the host's indulgence.

If it were to broadcast this data to its host now, it would probably only receive an angry "Shut up" in return.

So it chose to remain silent, only writing a note deep in the database: The host's current predicament is indeed self-inflicted, and the system cannot help it.