These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"Right now..."

Jiang Ying blushed and spoke softly, even her ears turning red.

"Yes, it's now. I'm going to test you, so you need to pay close attention."

"Ah...okay..."

The girl didn't know how to refute the boy, or even thought of doing so.

Then the girl heard his words whispered in her ear, so hot they almost burned her ears.

"Let's begin now..."

She didn't actually know what Wei Tu meant by "beginning" or "test." She only knew that she was willing to do whatever he said, to follow his lead, and to fulfill everything he hoped for.

She immediately understood what Wei Tu meant.

Because she felt the boy's fingers begin to caress her thigh.

It's just a single finger, yet it seems to trigger all my emotions and sensitive reactions. Such reactions seem illogical, more like destiny than anything else.

His fingers moved nimbly, leaving behind strokes one by one.

Then he said.

What character is this?

Jiang Ying's mind went blank. She had been so focused on resisting the touch of the other person's fingers that she was thinking about how everything about her was being controlled by the other person.

She answered honestly, "N-I don't know..."

Wei Tu laughed and said, "Then it seems we need to find another place. Senior Sister's place isn't sensitive enough."

As the boy said this, Jiang Ying felt Wei Tu turn her body slightly to the side, so that she could see Wei Tu's face directly.

But he could no longer see his fingers reaching behind his waist.

Continue, stroke by stroke...

Jiang Ying felt it very clearly this time; the touch on her waist was delicate and silky.

The boy's hand slipped directly into his clothes, requiring no skill, moving so smoothly, all out of emotion.

His fingers, burning with heat, flowed slowly.

So Jiang Ying said that word.

"It's...Wei."

"Hmm, very perceptive. It seems you're quite sensitive to this area. In that case, would you be even more perceptive going down a bit...?"

Wei Tu looked at the girl's rosy face and asked softly.

Jiang Ying blinked, unable to utter a word of resistance, and then felt his burning palm smoothly trace across her waistline.

The sensation spread across my skin, creating ripples.

And so, those burning fingers gently brushed across the sensitive skin along her buttocks.

The most sensitive spot seemed unable to withstand any more teasing, and the girl's hands couldn't help but tighten around the boy's clothes.

Her lips trembled as the boy's hand slid behind her.

Every inch of distance caused the girl's body to tremble and her lips to quiver slightly.

His words, seemingly shrouded in mist, seemed even more magical, like the most powerful spell in the world.

What character is this?

The boy asked softly, his hand resting on her left hip.

Jiang Ying slightly opened her mouth, her breath coming in a hazy, warm, and lingering scent, carrying a tender and ambiguous feeling, an incurable descent into depravity, as if she were drowning in a vast ocean, never to rise again.

"Tu..."

She said that.

Wei Tu moved slightly closer.

Speak softly.

"I originally wanted to test my senior sister even more, like saying that Wei Tu would always love Jiang Ying, but it seems that she can't take it anymore... Is the sweat on my palms sweaty, or what?"

The girl couldn't give an answer; even the most direct explanation wouldn't allow her to describe what it was.

Even if you obey this boy, you still have a bottom line of shame.

She couldn't answer.

Wei Tu smiled and gently kissed her eyes, her eyebrows, her nose, and her red lips.

It was dazzling beyond imagination.

Even though he was so familiar with every inch of her skin, it still brought him the most enjoyable experience.

He liked it very much, extremely much.

As Wei Tu lingered on her pink and firm chest, he asked softly.

"Does Senior Sister like this feeling?"

Jiang Ying squinted her eyes slightly, her gaze glazed over, and reached out to put her arms around his shoulders and back, gently stroking his hair.

"Mmm...I...I like it..."

A vague yet resolute answer.

What does it feel like?

Wei Tu asked softly, his voice coming from Jiang Ying's lower abdomen.

Her abdomen was firm and seemed to have beautifully shaped lines.

And snow-white skin is the perfect backdrop.

His black hair brushed against his skin, and his voice resonated deep within his heart.

Jiang Ying closed her eyes completely, her toes curling up tightly.

"It's like... um... like... uh-huh, I... like... magic..."

The clothes were like an inverted triangle, being untied inch by inch.

Her skin glowed, it was unbelievably perfect.

Wei Tu gently stroked her slender and long legs.

"Yes, actually I'm quite good at magic... but, Jiang Ying..."

The boy appeared before her once again.

Jiang Ying's eyes were full of affection, a mature affection that was no longer immature.

She seemed to finally understand what it would feel like, and what it should feel like, when that moment was about to arrive.

She wasn't afraid, or even nervous.

The moment she realized that she was about to be completely possessed by this boy, she felt a deep sense of belonging.

It's like...

The moonlight ultimately belongs to the moon.

The starlight ultimately belongs to the Milky Way.

White clouds belong to the sky, whales belong to the sea.

And she finally belonged to Wei Tu...

The boy pressed down on her, his hands encircling her slender waist.

Gently lift it up.

Then, with a mischievous grin, he said softly.

"Now let your senior sister experience your junior brother's swordsmanship. It's just as... impressive."

"Well……!"

When the curve of fate crosses the boundary of time.

When all the diverging paths finally found a point of convergence once again.

Therefore, everything has a justifiable reason.

Why do we fall in love, and what makes us together?

This time it wasn't just a long-awaited reunion, but a final possession.

Those regrets of not being able to achieve them, those missed opportunities that were only realized in hindsight.

Rainwater shattered in the valley, amidst the rushing of great rivers.

The distant setting sun sank into the sea, and the lonely, wandering soul finally found its home.

In the heat of passionate love.

The fluctuating heat waves are just a temporary relief.

All the passion became a sacrifice to romance.

The temperature was rising, and the girl's breath was hot.

Sweat was pouring down his face.

Fragrant sweat covered her collarbone, condensing into fine beads.

The intense heat, which had lasted for an unknown period of time, finally seemed to subside.

At that moment, it was as if all sounds had stopped, except for those from external objects.

However, the situation regarding the parties involved is far from over.

The soft, panting breaths sounded like heat breaking through the clouds.

Then it turned into raindrops that fell to the ground.

The boy, whose shoulders were taut, reached out and gently stroked the girl's hair, which was matted together with damp sweat.