Sorry, I'm a cultivator.

He knew Jiang Wanzhao was ticklish.

As expected, Jiang Wanzhao suppressed her laughter as she sat up, her fair skin faintly visible beneath her short sleeves. Then, as if she were going to die together, she grabbed Li Xingzhou's ear.

"Stop, stop scratching..."

"Let go first!"

"Fine, fine, you asked for it!"

Jiang Wanzhao swiftly reached out with both hands and placed them on either side of Li Xingzhou's chest... and twisted them!

Holy crap, what a scoundrel!

Despite his thoughts, Li Xingzhou still cooperated by throwing away the cushion and making a sound like Tom the cat: "Let go, let go, let go!"

Jiang Wanzhao burst out laughing. After playing around for a while, her hair was disheveled, and two blushes appeared on her beautiful face. She was also slightly out of breath, her breath warm and fragrant.

At this moment, her eyes were also misty with tears, making her incredibly beautiful.

Li Xingzhou, who was pretending to shout, paused for a moment, and then heard Jiang Wanzhao say with a half-smile, "Let go of my leg!"

Li Xingzhou belatedly felt the silky softness of the calf in his hand, as if it were powdered. The touch was even more delicate than the finest silk, and it was like skin formed from solidified milk, soft and graceful yet with elastic muscle fibers.

It has an excellent tactile feel.

He subconsciously loosened his grip, his expression slightly unnatural.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wanzhao bent her knees and kicked him onto the other side of the sofa. She quickly got up and pressed him down.

"You were quite the big shot just now! Looks like you've forgotten how much your older sister used to 'dote' on you?"

Jiang Wanzhao placed her right foot on the floor and knelt on the inside of the sofa with her left leg, pressing down on Li Xingzhou, looking down at him.

Jiang Wanzhao tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, took a breath, and slipped her hands into Li Xingzhou's sleeves, stopping at his waist on either side, ready to pinch him at any moment.

Seeing that her expression was normal, Li Xingzhou realized he had been overthinking things and placed his hand on her waist, saying, "Who's afraid of who?"

Jiang Wanzhao suddenly exerted force with both hands, and it was already a matter of a few words to make this brat feel pain.

Li Xingzhou was not to be outdone, and this method of recognizing Jiang Wanzhao was even more pleasing to him than the one he had done the night before.

It gave him a feeling of 'They're back, they're all back.'

Just as the two were pinching and scratching each other, neither willing to give in, Jiang Wanzhao, who was suppressing her laughter, coughed lightly as if she had laughed too hard, and her right foot, which was on the floor, gave way and she fell to the ground.

Pull Li Xingzhou along!

Given the position, Jiang Wanzhao should have fallen to the ground first, but how could Li Xingzhou let that happen?

So, Li Xingzhou decisively slid down and lay directly on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table.

Boom!

crunch--

As the coffee table shifted, Li Xingzhou saw Jiang Wanzhao, who seemed somewhat weak, leaning towards him, and instinctively reached out to support her shoulder.

Jiang Wanzhao, however, seemed to have found a pillar and grabbed his wrist, leaning against his hands.

The short sleeves have undergone a change in shape.

This is... goood!

Li Xingzhou's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously glanced at Jiang Wanzhao's slightly pale face... He must have been overthinking it.

He dared not move. Jiang Wanzhao squinted her eyes, her face gradually regaining its color, as if she had recovered.

"Ok?"

As if sensing something amiss, Jiang Wanzhao glanced down, then looked at Li Xingzhou, who seemed somewhat embarrassed.

"You naughty little brother, you're being naughty~"

Jiang Wanzhao gave a half-smile, while Li Xingzhou, seeing that she was unharmed, simply removed his hands: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Wanzhao slumped down like Lin Daiyu. Li Xingzhou suppressed his hands, which he wanted to raise again, ignoring Jiang Wanzhao who was getting closer and closer to him.

Snapped!

Jiang Wanzhao placed her hands on either side of Li Xingzhou's shoulders, their noses almost touching.

In the empty living room, only the sound of the television on the window and... each other's heartbeats and breathing could be heard.

Li Xingzhou was taken aback.

Beneath her disheveled hair, Jiang Wanzhao's slightly panting breath was warm and fragrant. Thanks to the morning sunlight, her face was shrouded in a golden haze, making her radiant and captivating.

It must be said that Jiang Wanzhao in her older sister form is indeed a rare beauty.

Li Xingzhou involuntarily held his breath, his gaze wandering as he placed his hands on the floor—

Just as he was about to dart out of Jiang Wanzhao's "encirclement"—

Jiang Wanzhao relaxed her supporting arms and leaned directly against Li Xingzhou's chest, breathing softly against his neck.

"Xingzhou, you should understand more about how much your older sister loves you~"

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Chapter 19 My Foolish Little Brother~

Jiang Wanzhao's true colors were revealed in the final picture.

As a leader rising in a new era, strong power is not her only strength.

Compared to her less-than-ideal health, she was better at managing her subordinates.

To manage subordinates, one must be able to understand their intentions.

Jiang Wanzhao understood.

Li Xingzhou understands that he wants to reconnect with his long-lost relationship.

Because he wanted it too, Li Xingzhou, who had finally returned, wanted it even more.

So this morning, instead of wearing a skirt, I changed into a short-sleeved shirt and capri pants.

So Li Xingzhou felt free to playfully tease her.

Of course, it had to be her older sister who started it.

The conversation wasn't something she intentionally created, but seizing the right moment was definitely one of her strengths.

So she seized the opportunity presented by her "silly older sister" and took the first step: playful fighting.

This is a family project that I've had since childhood, and it's also the best way to dispel feelings of alienation.

Everything that followed was part of her plan.

Jiang Wanzhao knew all too well how Li Xingzhou had 'rebelled' against her since childhood.

When we were kids, we would sometimes get carried away with our roughhousing and not know when to stop, but now, Xingzhou would definitely give way to him.

Because he has grown up.

Scratching an itch is an opportunity.

After becoming overly excited and experiencing physical discomfort, opportunities for further intimate contact naturally arise.

From falling off the sofa to this... it's all part of her routine.

But I just couldn't hold back my final words.

After years of repression, the psychiatric evaluation report that fulfilled my desires finally broke free of the cage that had been holding me back.

How can one possibly control this feeling?

I can't stand it, I can't stand it at all!

We must make Xingzhou understand the true weight of this sentiment that carries a century of history!

"Sailing..."

Jiang Wanzhao spoke softly, but the next second her vision blurred and Li Xingzhou, like a slippery eel, "whooshed" out of her "encirclement".

She looked up and saw that Li Xingzhou, who had sat back down on the sofa, was not saying a word, but his expression and posture were slightly unnatural.

Jiang Wanzhao smiled; she really liked Li Xingzhou's reaction.

The more flustered he is, the more he cares about me.

'I' = 'opposite sex'.

I made the right decision to wear underwear this morning—a good omen.

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Wanzhao propped herself up on the sofa and stood up. "Do you think I'd eat you up?"

"Cough cough..."

As she spoke, she coughed a few times, pretending to cough.

Looking at her slightly pale face, Li Xingzhou thought for a moment and said, "Can you not let the atmosphere control you?"

"Atmosphere?" Jiang Wanzhao raised an eyebrow, then slammed the heavy photo album from the villa onto the coffee table with a "smack," the meaning of which was self-evident.

Li Xingzhou looked at the photo album and thought, "Well, my guess last night has been completely confirmed. All these years, Jiang Wanzhao, who has been pretending to be righteous, has indeed been plotting against me!"

Who would have thought she was such a rebellious vixen!

Could it be influenced by visual novels (Galgame)?

No, these games were a gift to her, so this is... being raised by a child husband?

Seriously, are you that weird?

Li Xingzhou didn't want to pry into the reasons, lest Jiang Wanzhao start recounting it with relish.

"Oh."

He responded in this way.

Jiang Wanzhao raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you curious about what I'm going to say?"

"Not curious."

Aren't you curious about when it started?