Chapter 337: Fu Yujun & Guan Han [34]

Fu Yujun nodded, both shy and bold.

She had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Guan Han also nodded and said, "You have work tomorrow."

Fu Yujun didn't hide her disappointment and replied, "Work doesn't mean we have to be so restrained, right?"

Guan Han said, "Once is fine, but you want the whole night." She then added, "I have two options. You choose, and I'll follow your decision."

Fu Yujun blinked.

Guan Han maintained her calm tone, raising one finger. "First, we do it once. Afterward, you can't act spoiled or try to tempt me. Otherwise, you'll be too tired tomorrow and it'll affect your work."

Fu Yujun thought to herself: It's not the land that gets worn out, but the ox that gets exhausted. Why would I be the one too tired? Is your stamina really that good?

Whether the answer was yes or no, it was something Fu Yujun would be happy to find out. So she didn't ask, deciding to wait for the facts to reveal themselves. She said, "What's the second option?"

Guan Han replied, "We fulfill your wish, but not today. According to your schedule, you have a free day next week, which will give you enough time to rest."

After a pause, she added, "Or, we cancel the plan to visit my family this weekend and do... that first."

Was Fu Yujun the kind of person to abandon something as important as meeting the parents just for a moment of indulgence? After a minute of intense internal struggle, she made her choice: "Let's meet your parents first."

Guan Han asked, "So which option do you choose?"

Fu Yujun said firmly, "I choose option one." She wanted to save the grandest feast for the most appropriate moment. This had always been her dream, and she wouldn't settle for anything less.

"Okay." Guan Han secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Truthfully, not only was Fu Yujun incapable of stopping at just a taste, but Guan Han was even more afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself. It had always been Fu Yujun taking the lead, while Guan Han suppressed her own desires to take charge—desires that were no fewer than Fu Yujun's. Once they started, she feared it wouldn't be easy to stop.

That night, it was still Fu Yujun who took charge, pressing Guan Han down for one round. The int!mate contact after their hearts had drawn closer brought even greater satisfaction than before.

In her hands, Guan Han bloomed to her fullest—a flower that blossomed solely for her in the vast sea of people.

......

Guan He had worked the night shift the previous day and only saw her parents when she got up for breakfast in the morning. Munching on a steamed bun, she said mysteriously, "Mom, Dad, I've discovered something big."

Guan's mother, her heart as calm as still water, replied, "Go on."

She had been so excited the night before that she hadn't slept a wink and was now in her "sage" mode. If it weren't for her daughter speaking, she wouldn't have bothered to respond.

Guan He looked at her mother in confusion, then at her father, who had been grinning from ear to ear since early morning, and felt that something was very off in this household.

Tentatively, she said, "I suspect my sister is in a relationship."

Guan's mother said calmly, "Oh, that. We already know."

Guan's father suddenly burst into loud laughter: "Hahahahaha!"

Guan He nearly cried, "Dad, don't scare me."

Guan's mother said placidly, "Let him be." He'd been like this all night, and she couldn't be bothered to waste her breath scolding him.

Guan He looked worriedly at her seemingly deranged father and asked, "What's going on?"

Guan's mother explained, "Your sister called us yesterday and told us about it. She's bringing her girlfriend home this weekend."

Guan He's jaw dropped onto the table: "Huh?!"

So she was the last one in the family to find out.

The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye.

At the break of dawn, Fu Yujun's clothes were piled high on Guan Han's bed. Guan Han, still in her pajamas, sat at the desk facing her, hands resting on the back of the chair, eyes closed as she drifted in and out of sleep.

"Is this one okay?" Fu Yujun wore a lake-blue blouse with a matching silk scarf, topped with a knee-length beige trench coat—elegant and professional.

Guan Han forced her heavy eyelids open and examined her carefully. "It's fine."

Fu Yujun worried, "Won't it clash with your style?"

Guan Han suppressed a yawn. "No, I'll just drape a bedsheet over myself when I go home later."

Fu Yujun stomped her foot. "Stop it, I'm being serious!"

Guan Han found her stomping utterly adorable and replied even more earnestly, "So am I. When I was little, I used to drape bedsheets over myself to cosplay as Lady White Snake."

Fu Yujun burst out laughing. "Me too! I even stuck a twig in my hair. When I tried to pull it out, it got tangled and yanked out a big chunk of my hair. I cried so hard my mom almost had a heart attack."

Guan Han smiled.

Fu Yujun added, "My dad took a photo of it. It's at my place—I'll show you someday."

Guan Han hummed in acknowledgment.

After reminiscing about their childhood for a while, Fu Yujun remembered the task at hand—choosing an outfit. She shot Guan Han a glare and continued rummaging through the already cramped closet.

In the end, Guan Han claimed that her parents adored "little fairies" and coaxed Fu Yujun into wearing that pale white dress again.

As Guan Han helped her into a windproof coat, Fu Yujun eyed her suspiciously. "Do your parents really like little fairies, or is it you who likes them?"

Guan Han fastened the last button, gave her an approving once-over, and said with a sly glint in her eyes, "Both."

Fu Yujun was starting to suspect that Guan Han had a hidden mischievous side.

What to do? It only made her more captivating.

Guan Han escorted Fu Yujun to the underground parking garage. Fu Yujun headed to the back of the car first, asking Guan Han to pop the trunk.

"What's wrong?" Guan Han pressed the button as she asked. Fu Yujun reached to open the trunk lid, but Guan Han stepped forward and opened it first. Fu Yujun peered inside to confirm that the gifts for Guan Han's parents were all there and said, "Nothing, just checking."

Guan Han had accompanied Fu Yujun to the mall to buy those gifts, and now the trunk was stuffed with bags of all sizes.

Guan Han turned on some music in the car. Unusually, Fu Yujun stayed silent, keeping her eyes closed to rest, her hands clasped tightly together.

They were heading to Guan Han's for lunch and had timed their departure perfectly, arriving at the Guan residence around 11 a.m.

Guan's father had gone to the market early that morning to buy a heap of ingredients, while Guan's mother was busy in the kitchen. Guan He was assigned to keep watch by the balcony window. At 10:50, she spotted Guan Han's black sedan in the distance.

Guan He turned and shouted, "Report! Target spotted! I repeat! Target spotted, 30 meters away! 20 meters! 5 meters!"

Guan's father rushed to the kitchen and asked his wife to straighten his tie. Guan He, on the other hand, remained completely relaxed. After all, the most intimidating person in the family was her sister—having Fu Yujun over was nothing to be nervous about.

Guan's father stood ready by the door, but when he saw Guan He's slouching posture, he scolded in a low voice, "Fix your hair! What kind of mess is that?"

Guan He: "..."

In the elevator, Guan Han held Fu Yujun's sweaty hand and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

Fu Yujun forced an unnatural smile.

When they reached the door, Guan Han set the gifts down and rang the doorbell.

Guan's father nudged his chin toward Guan He.

Guan He straightened her expression, bearing a heavy responsibility, and solemnly opened the door.

As the door swung open before her eyes, Fu Yujun's nervousness peaked. What greeted her was Guan He's familiar face, paired with an unfamiliar hairstyle—scalp pulled taut, corners of the eyes lifted upward, the kind of "spirited" look parents adore.

Fu Yujun couldn't help but curl her eyes, biting her lip to stifle a laugh.

Guan Han frowned at her. "What kind of hairstyle is this? Trying to show off how much hair you have?"

Guan He gave her an innocent look. "Dad told me to tie it this way." She stepped aside. "Come in, dear sister, sister's dear."

The Chinese language is truly profound.

Fu Yujun formally met Guan Han's father. He was quite tall but didn't appear particularly robust. Dressed in a suit and tie, he looked very formal, with well-proportioned features and the aura of someone who practiced martial arts—sharp yet gentle, exuding a scholarly elegance.

This was quite different from the towering, iron-tower-like image Fu Yujun had imagined.

Guan Han introduced Fu Yujun to her father, using the term "my girlfriend," of course.

Guan's father immediately beamed, enthusiastically urging her to sit.

With that smile, his elegant and scholarly image crumbled. He looked like an old farmer grinning from ear to ear at the sight of ripe melons and fruits in the field.

When an elder smiles, Fu Yujun had no choice but to smile along.

She began to see whom Guan Han took after—her father. Guan's father wasn't much of a talker either, repeating the same two phrases about offering fruit and tea. Eventually, he seemed to realize it himself, rubbing the fabric of his trousers awkwardly before calling out to Guan Han, "Take Yujun to your room to have a look."

Guan Han complied, leading Fu Yujun into her room.

Fu Yujun had video-called Guan Han once before while she was in this room, but it had only been a brief glimpse. Now, Fu Yujun walked around the room with great interest, reaching out to pick up a photo frame on the desk.

It was a family portrait. In the photo, Guan Han appeared to be in her early twenties—young and somewhat naive, with the only constant being her expressionless face.

Fu Yujun raised the photo frame in her hand.

Guan Han volunteered, "This was taken before I graduated from university. In the background is the school's fountain square. My parents and sister came to visit, and I showed them around the campus."

Fu Yujun gently touched her face and said, "So well-behaved."

Guan Han curved her lips slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Fu Yujun said, "I want to visit your alma mater too."

"I'll take you when we have time, but I'm afraid many things have changed. I might not remember all the fun spots. I'll ask some classmates who stayed at the school later." It had been over a decade since graduation, and she wasn't sure if she could still reach anyone. If not, she'd go first to scout the place before taking Fu Yujun.

"What does it matter? As long as you're with me," Fu Yujun said, pointing to an unlocked drawer. "Can I open this?"

"Sure." Guan Han had no secrets left from Fu Yujun—nothing to hide.

From Guan Han's drawer, Fu Yujun pulled out various certificates of awards, from elementary school to university—honors like "Three-Good Student," "Academic Model," "Outstanding Class Cadre," competition prizes, and scholarships.

Fu Yujun playfully pinched her face, proudly exclaiming, "How is my girlfriend so outstanding?"

Guan Han blushed at the praise, feeling a bit embarrassed. "That was all so long ago."

"I don't care! It's outstanding!" Fu Yujun's bias was impenetrably thick. Even if what lay before her weren't award certificates but marbles, playing cards, or game consoles, she would still sing their praises to the skies.

Fu Yujun also noticed something: kissing in Guan Han's room felt particularly thrilling.

Especially when footsteps echoed in the living room, her heart instinctively leaped into her throat, carrying a thrill akin to the excitement of a secret affair.

Guan Han held Fu Yujun on her lap, cradling the back of her head to draw her closer, while Fu Yujun wrapped her arms tightly around Guan Han's neck.

Just as they were locked in an inseparable, fervent kiss, punctuated by soft, wet sounds, the door suddenly swung open.

Guan He stood at the doorway, with Guan's father a few steps behind her. Guan He's bewildered expression made it seem as though she had been unexpectedly pushed forward by someone.

Guan's father coughed and feigned a scolding tone: "How could you open your sister's door without knocking?"

Guan He: "..."

She silently closed the door.

The two inside the room: "..."

Fu Yujun clicked her tongue: "Your dad is quite the gossip, huh?"

Guan Han didn't reply. Fu Yujun watched as her face grew increasingly red, like a boiled crimson shrimp.

A flicker of surprise crossed Fu Yujun's expression before understanding dawned.

It seemed... this was the first time she had been caught kissing.

Fu Yujun affectionately patted Guan Han's head: "Next time, I'll remember to lock the door."

Guan Han buried her face in the crook of Fu Yujun's neck and mumbled a soft "Mm."

Guan's mother had been busy cooking in the kitchen, occasionally stealing glances through the glass door into the living room, her curiosity gnawing at her. When she saw Guan's father rush in, she eagerly pressed for details: "Any updates?"

Guan's father: "Yes, yes, yes! They were in the room, smooching away."

Guan's mother made a disgusted face: "Can't you, a grown man, be less gross? Just say they were kissing. What's with the 'smooching'?"

Guan's father: "Our daughter seems to be..." He pointed his index finger upward.

Guan's mother tapped her spatula against the edge of the wok, speaking with righteous indignation: "How can a grown man have such filthy thoughts! They're both girls—does it matter?"

Guan's father opened his mouth but, finding no words, shuffled out sheepishly.

Guan's mother flipped the food in the wok with her spatula and chuckled to herself.

Did it matter? Of course, it mattered!

That's her daughter for you!

"These hairy crabs were specially bought by Guan Han's dad from an old friend. They're big and delicious—give them a try." Guan's mother placed a plump, meaty male crab on Fu Yujun's plate.

"Thank you, Auntie."

"No need to thank me." Guan's mother beamed, her face radiating maternal warmth. As Fu Yujun reached for the crab, she quickly added, "Don't peel it yourself. Let Guan Han do it—you'll dirty your hands."

Guan Han smiled lightly: "Yes, I'll handle it."

Fu Yujun picked up her chopsticks to take a bite of rice, and Guan's mother immediately used serving chopsticks to add more dishes to her bowl: "Don't just eat rice. Have some vegetables. Guan Han said you like this—I made a big plate especially for you."

Fu Yujun lowered her gaze, watching as the "mountain" of food she had painstakingly reduced in her bowl piled up again.

"Thank you, Auntie. I'll finish it all." When she lifted her head again, she wore a perfectly polite smile.

The more Guan's mother looked at her, the more she adored her. Such striking looks, such a soft-spoken and gentle demeanor—it perfectly complemented her daughter's personality. Had the Guan family ancestors blessed them from beyond, or had the Buddha answered their prayers, allowing Guan Han to find such a wonderful wife?

She'd make a trip to the temple tomorrow to give thanks.

Guan Han reached out and stopped her mother's chopsticks from adding more food to Fu Yujun's bowl, saying, "Mom, she's a celebrity."

Guan's mother: "?"

Guan Han said, "She have a small appetite, need to keep her figure." After speaking, she took Fu Yujun's bowl, transferred half the rice and dishes into her own bowl, and whispered to her lover beside her, "Eat first, if you can't finish it, leave the rest for me."

Guan's parents watched with pleased expressions.

Only Guan He rolled her eyes skyward.

She was always the one to take the fall, but never got to share in the good stuff. She picked up a large hairy crab and devoured it with gusto to vent her frustration.

After dinner, the family sat on the sofa chatting, and Fu Yujun finally approached the main topic of the day.

Family background—what her parents did for a living. Upon hearing that Fu's father was a professor and her mother a painter, they immediately showed deep respect. Especially Guan's father, who came from a martial arts background, held intellectuals in particularly high regard.

Guan's mother, however, wore a hint of concern and tentatively asked Fu Yujun, "Do your parents know about your relationship with my daughter?" Although the Guan family had modest savings, there was still a gap compared to a highly educated family—and it wasn't about money.

Fu Yujun smiled and replied, "They know, and they're very supportive."

Guan's mother looked at her eldest daughter, "Have you met them?"

Guan Han shook her head.

Fu Yujun said, "My parents have been wanting to meet her, but we've both been busy with work and haven't had the chance yet."

Guan's mother nodded, "Oh, I see."

Fu Yujun took Guan Han's hand, gazed into her eyes for a moment, then turned to Guan's mother and said, "If Xiaohan agrees, I plan to take her home with me during the New Year. My parents would be absolutely thrilled."

Watching her natural gestures, Guan's mother suddenly felt a bit confused.

Why did it seem like her daughter held the upper hand? Could it be that Guan Han was the one being pursued? This... oh my goodness.

Was the smoke rising from the Guan family ancestors' graves enough to grill lamb skewers?

Guan's mother suppressed a smile and said, "You young people should decide these matters yourselves."

Fu Yujun understood why Guan's mother was smiling and returned a bright grin.

Getting along well with Guan's parents, Fu Yujun, skilled at reading people, could tell the elderly couple were gentle and kind-hearted—which explained how they raised someone as sincere as Guan Han.

The whole family was a treasure.

After dinner, they drove home. Fu Yujun rolled down the window slightly, letting the evening breeze drift in and tousle the hair by her ears. She tapped her fingers rhythmically on the window edge, humming cheerfully along to the car's music: "Evening Primrose, I sing for you, Evening Primrose, I ponder for you..."

As the song faded and ended, Guan Han glanced at her, "Feeling relieved?"

Fu Yujun replied happily, "Mm-hmm."

She turned down the music volume and remarked, "Your father really dotes on your mother." In families where parents are loving and harmonious, the children usually turn out well.

Guan Han, wearing white gloves, tapped her fingers on the steering wheel and raised an eyebrow, "He pursued her for a long time."

Fu Yujun added, "He even specially learned how to make seafood noodles and taught you."

Guan Han couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, my mom was the belle of the seaside—her suitors could line the entire coastline. My dad was a soldier back then; he fell for her at first sight, but my mom wasn't interested. She said he was tanned and dark, and she preferred fair-skinned handsome guys—what they called 'cream puffs' back in the day. But my mom also liked guys who looked slim in clothes but had muscles underneath. My dad's physique matched her taste perfectly; otherwise, he wouldn't have stood a chance. After he left the army, he gradually regained his fair complexion."

"After she got married, she was very happy and often taught me that when looking for a partner, you should never just go for someone who treats you well. You must choose someone you genuinely like, and at least one aspect—either their face or their figure—has to meet your standards."

Fu Yujun chuckled.

After meeting Guan Han's parents, she felt she understood Guan Han a bit better. Her personality, her attitudes toward relationships—they all had their origins.

Fu Yujun asked, "Then what do you like about me? My face or my figure?"

Guan Han replied without hesitation, "Both."

Fu Yujun raised an eyebrow. "So you don't like my personality?"

Guan Han: "..."

Fu Yujun burst into laughter.

Tapping her knuckles on her knee, Fu Yujun asked curiously, "Then why, if your parents have a happy marriage, do you not seem to yearn for love at all? If you find this offensive, you don't have to answer, or you can say there's no reason. I won't mind."

Guan Han said, "I did, a long time ago, around sixteen or seventeen. I used to yearn for it." Otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to date her junior.

Fu Yujun's thoughts wandered. "Did you become disillusioned with love because your junior cheated? Did you close off your heart after that?"

Guan Han didn't question how she knew the truth about the breakup and replied lightly, "No, have you been reading too many novels?"

Fu Yujun snorted softly.

Guan Han explained, "It's just that phase passed. After I graduated, I became Qin Jie's assistant and poured almost all my energy into work. Naturally, I developed my own set of rules. There's no dramatic heartbreak or anything like that."

She casually asked in return, "What about you? With such great qualities, why have you never been in a relationship?"

Fu Yujun said sweetly, "I've been waiting for my destined one."

Guan Han shook her head and laughed.

Sweet words—she wouldn't believe them entirely, but she had to admit, they made her feel good.

Suddenly, Fu Yujun remembered something—her unfortunate first love. Bringing up an ex in front of a current partner was unwise, especially since Guan Han hadn't asked. She bit her lip and swallowed the words that rose to her throat.

Sweet singing filled the car, and the atmosphere between the lovers was sweeter than honey.

The car came to a stop in the underground garage. They unbuckled their seatbelts, leaned in for a kiss, and got out of the car hand in hand.

Having resolved one major matter, they now faced another that Fu Yujun had been eagerly anticipating—one that concerned her lifelong happiness.

The next day, when Guan Han returned from washing up, she saw Fu Yujun standing by the desk, using the red pen from before to circle the day of their upcoming break and marking it with three bright red exclamation points.

Guan Han: "..."

Fu Yujun then crossed out all the days before today with a black pen. Sensing Guan Han standing behind her, she turned and smiled, her eyes curved and gleaming with mischief.

Guan Han ruffled her hair and sighed helplessly.

Was she really that eager?

Guan Han glanced at the date less than a week away from the red circle and raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. It did seem like something to look forward to.

The days were crossed off one by one. On the day before their break, after finishing the last schedule, Guan Han draped a coat over Fu Yujun, who had just stepped out of the studio. Fu Yujun shot Guan Han a highly suggestive glance. Guan Han coughed uncomfortably, turned her head away, and suppressed a smile at the corner of her lips.

Ai Ya narrowed her eyes, keenly sensing an unusual vibe.

However, she couldn't pry for more information. Guan Han escorted Fu Yujun into her car, drove to a convenience store near the residential area, and parked. She asked Fu Yujun to wait in the car while she went inside to restock on some pink boxes.

With same-s3x marriage now legal, the store counters not only carried products previously targeted at men but also items specifically designed for women.

They went through the motions of cooking and eating. Occasionally, their eyes met across the dining table, and for some reason, they both felt a bit shy, involuntarily lowering their gaze.

Fu Yujun, who was usually thick-skinned, wouldn't have been affected like this if it weren't for Guan Han's influence.

By the time they finished their meal, both their faces were flushed.

Guan Han said softly, "I'll wash the dishes."

Fu Yujun replied, "I... I'll mop the floor."

Guan Han coughed lightly, "Don't mop. The floor will be slippery, and you might fall. Sit on the sofa for a while, and take a shower in half an hour."

On such an important day, what if she slipped and fell...

Fu Yujun wanted to stay and watch her, but Guan Han would probably combust on the spot under her gaze, so she obediently went to the sofa and flipped through the script for the drama set to start filming after the New Year, which was on the coffee table.

Both tried to keep themselves occupied, avoiding any chance of crossing paths.

When half an hour passed, Fu Yujun went to her room to get her clothes and informed Guan Han, who was sitting at the desk, "I'm going to take a shower."

Guan Han didn't turn around, her back stiff as she replied, "Go ahead."

Fu Yujun let out a soft sigh and, unusually, refrained from teasing her before heading to the bathroom outside.

Guan Han sat in the chair, eyes closed, lost in thought.

"I'm done."

Fu Yujun stood before her in a burgundy spaghetti strap dress she had brought in her suitcase. The light flowed over her creamy white skin, and her long, slender legs stood straight.

Guan Han didn't dare look too long. She picked up her pajamas and hurried out with her head lowered.

Fu Yujun had been waiting for this day for a long time.

From the moment she realized she liked Guan Han—no, from the day she understood her own s3xual orientation—she had fantasized about being with an older woman like this.

In the sapphic community, everyone had a thing for older sisters—it was no lie.

That night in Bali, she had watched as Guan Han's usually aloof face flushed crimson, her slender eyes glazed with desire. Just recalling that scene made her bl0od surge uncontrollably.

Now that Guan Han was taking the initiative, it wasn't just a surge—it was a flood, overwhelming and unstoppable.

The apartment was small, and with the bedroom door open, she could hear the sound of the shower running outside.

Fu Yujun sat on the bed, her mind filled with fantasies of the scenes about to unfold.

The sound of water stopped.

Fu Yujun trembled, her body reacting faster than her mind as she slipped under the covers and closed her eyes.

The sound of slippers shuffling grew closer. Guan Han, her medium-length hair damp, approached the bed while drying her hair with a large towel, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Afraid that Guan Han might think she was actually asleep and ruin the night's plans, Fu Yujun couldn't help but open her eyes.

Their gazes met.

Fu Yujun shrank further under the covers, leaving only her deer-like eyes visible—innocent and glistening, quite deceptive.

Hadn't she been full of bold ideas when sending those private custom requests?

Guan Han dried her hair until it was half-dry, then leaned down.

Fu Yujun stared at her blankly until their lips met.

The moist, refreshing scent of water mixed with the fragrance of shower gel exploded like a burst of hormones. Fu Yujun wrapped her arms around Guan Han's neck, eager to take control.

Guan Han pulled back, avoiding her advance.

Fu Yujun pouted in dissatisfaction.

Guan Han's voice lifted teasingly, "Didn't we agree it would be me?"

"It is you," Fu Yujun slowly lay back down and said, "It's you."

"Be patient," Guan Han brushed aside the stray hairs on Fu Yujun's forehead and gently captured her lips once more.

Under the diligent practice of recent days, Guan Han's kissing skills had markedly improved. As she kissed her, she placed her thumb on the other's ear, gently kneading it until the fair, translucent earlobe flushed a deep, dripping red.

The tip of her ear burned with a fine, tingling itch. Fu Yujun wanted to turn away, but her head was held firmly in place, leaving her unable to move.

A long time passed.

"Do you like this?" Guan Han asked in the brief moment their lips parted.

Fu Yujun gasped for breath and answered truthfully, "Yes."

"And this?"

Fu Yujun let out a startled cry as Guan Han raised both her hands, crossed them, and pressed them against the pillow above her head. With one hand gripping her wrists, Guan Han raised an eyebrow slightly.

Fu Yujun: "..."

Her learning ability was astonishing.

Guan Han let out a very soft laugh and kissed her again, this time with genuine intensity.

......

Fu Yujun curled up in Guan Han's embrace, a fine layer of sweat dampening her neck, her chest heaving violently as she slowly calmed down. Guan Han gently brushed aside the long hair sticking to her neck and stroked her head repeatedly, prolonging the tender moment.

Fu Yujun's tense body gradually relaxed. Guan Han lovingly kissed her forehead and asked, "Do you want some water? I'll get it for you."

Fu Yujun let out a low, hoarse murmur of agreement.

Guan Han got up, threw on a coat, and went out to fetch water.

Lying in the warmth of the blankets, Fu Yujun quietly savored the memory of the faint calluses on Guan Han's fingertips.

An older sister is still an older sister.

Guan Han returned, helped her drink half a glass of water, and finished the rest herself.

She poured a fresh glass, placed it on the bedside table, then lay back down and wrapped her arms around Fu Yujun again, gently patting her back in a soothing rhythm.

Under the gentle patting, Fu Yujun grew drowsy, her eyelids heavy and half-closed, until she heard Guan Han ask, "Have you rested enough?"

Fu Yujun opened her eyes, her gaze blazing. "Yes."

......

Fu Yujun drifted in and out of consciousness, her mind floating among the clouds one moment and sinking into the deep sea the next.

Guan Han kept her promise—no matter how Fu Yujun pleaded for mercy, she remained unmoved.

The entire experience was something Fu Yujun would never forget for the rest of her life.

Guan Han released her hold on Fu Yujun, who immediately fell into a deep sleep. Turning her head, Guan Han caught sight of the first rays of dawn filtering through the curtains.

Was it already morning?

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