*Bzzzt—bzzzt—*

A long, vibrating hum.

The phone screen lit up.

**Incoming Call: Big Sis**

Su Qingshan held a water cup, a towel draped over her shoulder. She set the steaming cup aside and picked up the phone.

Speaker mode.

“Yeah?”

The voice on the other end remained poised and dignified. Had Su Qingshan not known Big Sis so well, she might’ve missed the faint tremor of uncertainty beneath it.

“I’m here.”

Su Qingshan cradled the warm cup with both hands, utterly disregarding her youth as she embraced early-bird wellness mode.

“Today… I’m sorry!”

Gujiajia’s voice dripped with guilt.

The girl hadn’t even said anything harsh—yet in her flustered shame, Gujiajia had chased her away without thinking!

She’d always been so kind: taking her on dates, offering her a job, even funding the martial arts dojo.

And this was how she repaid her?

But confessing about the *button incident*? Too lewd. She couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Somehow, Gujiajia felt the girl would understand anyway.

And Su Qingshan did.

“Sorry for what?”

The girl lounged on a plush sofa in comfy loungewear, her pale legs crossed atop the coffee table. Utterly relaxed.

Gujiajia’s face flushed as she recalled the day’s events.

*She’s bullying me again!*

*So unfair!*

“You left right before the downpour. I opened the door, but you were already gone.”

Guilt tightened Gujiajia’s throat.

Had the girl caught a cold in that storm?

*Is Big Sis actually worried about me?*

“I took a taxi. Unlike some idiots who manage to get fevers just from showering.”

Su Qingshan’s teasing jab landed perfectly. She’d learned the reason for Big Sis’s illness that day she’d cared for her.

Gujiajia’s shame flared, momentarily drowning her remorse.

*Every time I talk to the Dark Dragon, she twists everything!*

“Underclassman, I can’t find my towel. Could you bring me one—?”

A voice drifted from the bathroom, echoing softly.

Lazy. Sultry. Like a clinging vine—delicate yet persistent.

Heart-meltingly tender. Enough to make anyone want to gift her the world.

Gujiajia froze.

*Why is there a girl’s voice at the Dark Dragon’s place?*

*That voice… sounds familiar!*

*Exactly like that “seductress” who visited the Dark Dragon’s home today!*

(Seductress was Gujiajia’s private nickname for Luo Shiy.

The image of that mature woman leaning close to the girl, licking cream from the corner of her mouth with satisfied delight—

It had seared itself into Gujiajia’s mind.

Even if she were ordinary, Gujiajia would’ve called her a seductress.)

“Is someone there with you?”

Gujiajia held her breath, tense as a cornered kitten—though she didn’t notice her own voice had turned sharp.

“Mm.”

Su Qingshan’s reply was clipped.

*Hearing that voice gives me a headache.*

*Adopting this senior was a mistake.*

*Someone really is at the Dark Dragon’s?*

*Who?*

Gujiajia waited, pulse pounding.

Seconds stretched like centuries.

No introduction came.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Who is it?”

“Luo Shiy. The senior who visited today.”

“Why is she at your place?”

The question shot out instantly—no pause.

Su Qingshan sensed nothing unusual. Just friends chatting. She’d answer honestly; it wasn’t a secret.

“She forgot her keys. It was raining. She’s staying over tonight.”

Straightforward. No fluff. No extra details.

Utterly sincere.

Worry flickered deep in Gujiajia’s eyes.

*That seductress clearly has designs on the girl—and said it so boldly!*

*But does she even know she’s dealing with the Dark Dragon?*

*Midnight. Alone together.*

Gujiajia’s mind flashed to their daytime interactions. Her expression darkened.

*She planned this!*

*Who knows what happened this morning?!*

But that dangerous place—even if the other girl was… ordinary—she couldn’t let an innocent walk into the lion’s den!

Gujiajia’s heart ached for both of them: the seductress at the Dark Dragon’s mercy, and the cool, distant girl at the seductress’s.

*The Dark Dragon never stops giving me headaches. I can’t relax for a second!*

*Click.*

The door lock turned.

Luo Shiy pouted inwardly. She’d left the door unlocked, posing her most alluring stance—yet her underclassman hadn’t peeked in?

The pout vanished instantly.

First out: a pair of smooth, full thighs. Long. Perfectly shaped.

Her feet, flushed pink from the steam, peeked beneath a white robe that barely covered her upper thighs, hinting at forbidden territory.

The deep valley above her collarbone was nothing short of legendary—intimidating in its perfection.

Damp pink hair spilled over her shoulders, strands clinging to her temples. Utterly bewitching. Pitiable.

“Don’t you have a pink towel, underclassman? And this one’s so small—it barely covers anything!”

Luo Shiy’s pout was pure temptation wrapped in innocence.

Enough to make anyone’s nose bleed.

“But I’m so grateful you took me in today, Qingqian! I don’t know how to thank you!”

Her stunning face radiated sincerity, rose-pink eyes wide and guileless.

“Ah!”

A sharp gasp. Luo Shiy’s foot slipped. She lunged toward Su Qingshan—

Panic flashed across her face. Beneath it, a flicker of triumph.

*Thud!*

Su Qingshan stood motionless. Unmoved.

Luo Shiy sprawled on the floor, limbs numb from the impact.

*What just happened?*

*At that distance, I should’ve landed right in Qingqian’s arms!*

*Shouldn’t she have caught me?!*

*She let me fall?!*

*And how did she dodge so fast? I didn’t even see her move!*

A pained whimper escaped Luo Shiy.

Su Qingshan didn’t flinch.

No hint of offering a hand.

*So heartless.*

Luo Shiy’s desire to conquer burned hotter. *Bring it on.*

Before she could act, a knock echoed at the villa’s front door.

Su Qingshan stepped over her and opened it.

Her eyes widened slightly at the figure outside.

Then softened, as if expecting her.

Luo Shiy rubbed her bruised elbow, scowling at the newcomer.

*Ugh. This troublemaker again?!*

Gujiajia stood there, breathless, damp strands clinging to her temples.

Her chest rose and fell sharply.

Beneath the fierce glare, tension coiled tight—a storm she hadn’t even noticed in herself.