Morning drifted in like pale silk. Two little girls lay entwined on a snow‑white bed, no suspicious scarlet anywhere, only quiet breath and soft warmth.

Gold and chestnut hair laced together like wheat and tea leaves, two delicate faces resting close, mirror‑still and innocent.

Ring‑ring, ring‑ring—the phone chimed like a pebble tossed into a still lake, shattering the perfect picture.

“Ugh… morning already…” Little Loli rubbed her eyes, and her golden irises brightened like sunlit amber; the first thing she saw was Joanna already suiting up like a soldier.

Figures—born of a military family, she treats waking like war; Little Loli pouted and burrowed under the quilt like a small animal, murmuring.

“Xiaoxue, what did you just say?” Joanna’s voice slid in like silk hiding a blade.

A weight pressed her waist like a cat settling in.

“Hey, Joanna, why are you like this so early…” She rolled over; Joanna straddled her with a foxish grin, shadows pooling like ink.

“Explain, or…” Joanna’s hand slipped to Xiao Qianxue’s chest wrap, tugging down like someone stealing silk at dusk.

“No, no—okay, okay! I meant you’re super diligent!” Little Loli clamped both hands over the wrap like guarding treasure and yelped.

“Miss, are you up? Breakfast is ready. Please come down, or you’ll be late.” A maid tapped at the door, voice neat as folded linen.

“Got it, coming,” Joanna replied, then looked down at the Little Loli pinned beneath her and smiled like a satisfied cat.

She smoothed the girl’s hair, flipped off the bed like a gymnast, and darted into the bathroom like a swallow.

“So mean…” Little Loli sat at the headboard, combing her golden threads like sunlight, lips puffed into a small pout.

At Yaohua Middle School’s gate, a black Bentley slid to a stop like an ink stroke drawn clean.

The door opened, and two Little Lolis hopped out, sprinting for the building like startled deer on new snow.

They blew into the classroom like wind and dropped into the last row, hearts still racing like drumbeats.

“Haha, I beat you.” Little Loli grinned and smoothed her wind‑ruffled twin tails like ribbons trailing after a kite.

“Hmph, nothing to boast about.” Joanna kept her face prim as porcelain while pulling homework from her bag like stacked leaves.

“Hehe.” Even so, Little Loli kept shining like a lantern in broad daylight.

“Alright, give me your homework; I’ll turn it in,” Joanna said, voice crisp as chalk tapping a board.

“Thanks.” Little Loli flashed a sweet smile like candy; Joanna blanked for a beat and then snapped back like a taut string.

“Hmph, brat.” Joanna took the notebooks and strode toward the class rep like a small commander on parade.

By noon, sunlight poured down like warm tea; Joanna drew Xiao Qianxue toward the cafeteria, their steps pulling every gaze like magnets.

“Hey, Joanna…” Her fingers idly stroked the gold against her chest like soft silk; since when did I like this so much, she wondered, a whisper under her breath.

“What’re we eating for lunch?” Her bright, watery eyes fixed on Joanna like twin stars.

“We could go out… but forget it.” Joanna weighed desire and laziness like a scale; laziness won with a sleepy smile.

They headed for the cafeteria like two willows swaying toward shade.

“Huh, today’s spread actually looks good.” They reached the window, people parting like waves in a narrow channel.

Little Loli leaned on the counter and gazed down at the trays like a kid at a fair lit by lanterns.

“Order whatever; my treat.” Joanna patted her head, a smile warm as spring sun.

“Really? Then I want…” After piling up a small mountain, Little Loli hefted the heavy tray like a treasure chest and found an empty spot.

Joanna followed close behind like a shadow stitched to light.

As they were about to start, a familiar voice floated over like an afternoon breeze: “Two lovely ladies, may I sit here and share lunch?”

Cai Wenbin stood with his tray, smiling like a polished coin catching light.

“Fine…” Joanna agreed, reluctance written like a faint crease in silk.

“Then I’ll happily accept.” Cai Wenbin sat across from Xiaoxue and Joanna, posture straight as a ruler laid on paper.

Meanwhile, Little Loli attacked her lunch like a small whirlwind, caring for nothing but the next bite.

“Xiaoxue, someone came, and you’re still eating like that.” Seeing her friend’s feral munching, Joanna, veins dark as ink, pinched the girl’s thigh.

“Ugh… cough, cough!” With a bite mid‑swallow, Little Loli almost choked, breath snagging like a fish in a net.

“Who is it—oh, Mr. Make‑Believe Hero, you made it.” Little Loli beamed at Cai Wenbin like a cat that found fish.

Cai Wenbin’s face gathered black lines like storm clouds, and he stayed silent, taking a bite like a monk measuring patience.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” Little Loli blinked, innocence clear as glass washed in rain.

“If you remove ‘make‑believe,’ it’d sound much better,” Cai said solemnly, but a grain of rice clung to his lip like a comic dot.

“Damn!” Across the hall, Ou Xiangyang watched Cai Wenbin joking with the two girls he’d marked like trophies on a shelf.

“That seat should’ve been mine!” He slapped the table, sound cracking like a whip, then stormed out like a thunderhead.

“Hmph, scum. I’ll deal with you when I get the chance.” Little Loli caught everything; a red flicker crossed her eyes like a struck match and faded.

Ou Xiangyang felt a gaze bite his back; a shiver crawled up his spine like ice water.

Soon the bell poured out the end of day like a slow river spilling from a gate.

They walked out shoulder to shoulder like twin moons rising over the road.

“Xiaoxue, heading home alone? Be careful. Don’t be like last time…” Joanna scanned the street like a hawk and wrapped Xiao Qianxue in a firm hug.

“Mmm, still that familiar scent…” Queen Joanna buried her face in those golden strands like a thirsty traveler, breathing greedily, stealing the jasmine that clung there.

“Ugh, quit it. I’m not your sweet milk tea!” Little Loli wriggled free like a fish slipping from a net and breathed out a small laugh.

“Okay, no more messing around. Get home safe.” Playing big sister, Joanna ruffled her friend’s hair like silk and slipped into the Bentley like a night bird.

“This damn dad—he said he’s busy today and won’t pick me up, so I have to go home myself.” She shook her tiny fist like a sparrow, anger puffing like steam.

Just then, a yellow kitten slipped from a side alley like sunlight pouring through leaves…