Weekend.

The sunlight was gentle, birds chirping among fragrant blooms.

Slender fingers pressed "Visitor" on the smart video phone. A soft whirring sound as the camera rotated, locking onto a face.

"Little Qingshan, happy weekend! Senior sister brought you a gift~ Open up!"

Her signature pink hair added playful energy to the elegant, mature aura, radiating youthful warmth.

As the camera retracted and the screen returned to default, Luo Shiya used it as a mirror, adjusting her hair for a more poised look.

She glanced around. The serene courtyard and villa were immaculate, whispering understated luxury.

No wonder—her chosen junior had impeccable taste!

Inside the villa.

Snap!

Su Qingshan turned off the video feed, expressionless.

Uninvited guests were unwelcome.

Outside the gate, Luo Shiya waited. The door stayed shut. She pressed the doorbell again and again.

"Junior Qingshan, I know you’re home!"

The relentless ding-dong shattered Su Qingshan’s peace.

Finally, the villa door opened.

Su Qingshan stood in a simple black house dress, fair legs exposed. Luo Shiya beamed brightly.

"Junior Qingshan, why so slow? Senior sister’s been baking in the sun forever!"

Her voice held a hint of complaint, yet remained endearing.

Su Qingshan felt nothing for this overly familiar, clingy senior.

Up close, she noticed Luo Shiya wasn’t in uniform.

A black punk leather jacket clung tightly to her stunning curves, straining at the seams.

Deep cleavage drew the eye. Her waist was slender but lush, hips full beneath a short black bodycon skirt that barely covered her perky backside.

Plump thighs exuded tempting sensuality.

Beauty shone even in rags—but Su Qingshan glanced once and looked away.

"What does senior sister want?"

Her voice was icy, indifferent. No move to open the gate wider.

She ignored Luo Shiya’s sunbathing act. It was only morning; shade lingered under the trees.

"I came to visit. A gift for you."

Luo Shiya smiled sweetly, holding up a gift bag.

"Can’t host today. No gifts needed. Please leave."

"How heartless, little Qingshan?"

Luo Shiya clutched her chest dramatically, face crumpling in mock sorrow.

Any other would’ve swept her into a comforting embrace.

Su Qingshan remained unmoved.

"Inconvenient today. Apologies."

Her face showed no remorse.

Truly the unattainable flower she adored—Luo Shiya’s infatuation deepened.

"Just a moment!"

Luo Shiya straightened, regaining her dignified poise.

She’d clearly ring the bell nonstop if barred entry.

They stood locked. Luo Shiya’s stubborn, wounded gaze refused to yield.

Su Qingshan sighed. Leaving a girl outside wasn’t right, even with strong security. Disturbing neighbors was worse.

Rubbing her temples, she opened the gate.

Luo Shiya’s face lit up like a pure-hearted girl, joy unfiltered.

The courtyard was tidy. Only climbing vines in corners and a few flowers by the door broke the calm.

Luo Shiya gazed around, wide-eyed with curiosity.

In the foyer, Su Qingshan placed slippers before her.

Luo Shiya kept eyeing the spacious, airy living room.

Sparse furniture echoed Su Qingshan’s cool detachment.

Luo Shiya slipped on the slippers and handed over the gift bag.

Su Qingshan set it on the cabinet, uninterested.

"Tour your home, junior Qingshan?"

A basic guest request—Su Qingshan obliged.

"Living room. Study." She walked on, pointing without pause.

Luo Shiya longed to linger but hurried to keep up.

The grand villa took three minutes to cover.

Luo Shiya leaned close, her curves brushing Su Qingshan’s arm.

"Lonely often, junior?"

Pity softened her face. Her dark pupils dilated, hazy.

The pink-haired beauty whispered, "Don’t fear loneliness. Senior sister will keep you company."

Breathing in Su Qingshan’s cool, faint fragrance, Luo Shiya looked intoxicated.

This scent!

A soul-deep call!

To possess her. Conquer her. Make her drown in bliss. Taste that pure essence!

The heat of her breath unsettled Su Qingshan.

Disgust flashed on her face. She stepped back sharply.

"Do that again, and I’ll throw you out."

Cold eyes held unmistakable loathing.

Luo Shiya sat straight instantly, blinking big, obedient eyes.

Is this senior sister a chameleon? Su Qingshan stayed silent.

Click.

The front door opened.

Eyes met.

Gujiajia stared at the unfamiliar woman, puzzled. Who was she?

Luo Shiya sized up Gujiajia’s stunning face and figure—unhidden even by loose clothes—her gaze turning hostile.

"Here?"

Su Qingshan offered no introduction.

"Mm."

"Let’s start."

"Junior Qingshan, who’s this?"

Luo Shiya slid closer to Su Qingshan on the sofa.

"A cleaner."

Hearing that cool tone, Gujiajia felt a pang of loss.

Seeing them pressed together, so intimate, irritation flared.

She and the Dark Dragon were just master and servant. Why this ache?

"A maid?"

Luo Shiya widened her eyes, feigning innocent curiosity.

She hugged Su Qingshan’s arm, wriggling, her curves grazing the girl repeatedly.

Gujiajia lowered her head, embarrassed and restless.

The Dark Dragon’s senior sister? So close… Annoyance prickled—probably just PMS.

She began cleaning, but her eyes kept drifting to the two snuggling on the sofa.