Chuyun saw his sister about to keep talking. Scared, he quickly freed one hand to cover her little mouth. If she continued, would he even see tomorrow’s sun?

He felt this way because he’d just seen the chopsticks in Lin Waner’s hand snap in half with a crack.

Chuyun truly feared that if his sister kept going, he might end up like those chopsticks.

What was wrong with Xia Shiqi today? Chuyun couldn’t figure it out. First, she’d sat on his lap in the crowded cafeteria and refused to leave. Then, like a Peashooter spitting peas, she’d blurted out one unspeakable secret after another. Was this really something to say in public?

Chuyun felt utterly helpless. How would he survive after this? He must already be seen as a pervert by Sister Waner. One glance at her ashen face and the broken chopsticks confirmed it.

Actually, Chuyun thought this way because he’d fallen into a trap. He believed his actions were wrong—not what a normal person should do. He had a guilty conscience, terrified someone might find out.

Now, Xia Shiqi had spilled almost everything. That’s why he thought Lin Waner would label him a pervert. Even he sometimes saw himself that way. But he’d only done it because he couldn’t control Xia Shiqi.

“Awo…” “Hiss…” Pain shot through Chuyun as his sister bit his hand, forcing him to release her mouth.

“Chuyun, why are you covering my mouth!”

Xia Shiqi had been about to deliver a final blow to that fake Lin Waner. But Chuyun silenced her mid-sentence. Furious, she bit his hand. She was so annoyed—it felt like being interrupted right before climax.

Chuyun leaned close to his sister’s ear, voice humble. “Shiqi, what’s gotten into you today? You can’t say these things out loud. Look how Sister Waner has misunderstood us.”

Sensing Chuyun’s displeasure, Xia Shiqi paused. She’d achieved her goal: infuriating that fake Lin Waner. Pushing further might anger Chuyun and ruin their bond.

Xia Shiqi had been too excited earlier, unable to stop talking. But she couldn’t help it—seeing that hypocrite Lin Waner’s face was pure satisfaction. Over the years, she’d endured countless slights from her.

Today was Xia Shiqi’s happiest day. She’d finally beaten that fake Lin Waner.

But Xia Shiqi didn’t agree right away. She knew Chuyun was desperate. Now was the perfect time to ask for a favor. After a moment, she huffed cutely. “Hmph, we did nothing wrong. She’s just overthinking it. Look—Shu Xiaoyue and Han Youwei are perfectly fine. But if you promise me one more thing, I’ll stop talking.”

“Alright, alright, Shiqi. I promise.”

“Well, since you promised, I won’t say more. You’re such a worrywart. So troublesome.”

Relief washed over Chuyun as his sister agreed. He still couldn’t grasp her logic—why did she think this was normal? Shu Xiaoyue didn’t know his family secrets, so of course she seemed unaffected. And Han Youwei? Just a silly airhead.

Chuyun glanced at Lin Waner again. Her expression remained stormy. He’d explain after school—he wasn’t a pervert. His actions might seem twisted, but that didn’t define him. He really wasn’t one.

That damn bitch Xia Shiqi. Lin Waner gritted her teeth, fury boiling. She wanted to strangle that little bitch. Her rage was clear from the snapped chopsticks—these weren’t cheap disposables!

Why had little Yun fallen asleep on that bitch’s bed? Just imagining Xia Shiqi playing with her Yun all night made Lin Waner’s anger flare hotter.

Though Xia Shiqi had stopped talking, the tension made Chuyun uneasy. Sister Waner’s face was dark. Han Youwei, that airhead, kept her head down. Shu Xiaoyue, the underclassman, grinned at him, making him nervous.

Xia Shiqi stayed perched on his lap. As time passed, Chuyun felt a damp spot on his pants. He assumed it was sweat. But actually…

“Han Youwei, eat faster. Stop looking down. I’ll take you back to class after you finish.”

“Oh…”

Han Youwei lifted her pitiful little face to peek at Chuyun. Then, timidly, she picked up her tray and nibbled small bites.

Chuyun decided to finish eating and leave quickly. Staying longer felt risky. After urging Han Youwei, he wolfed down his food.

But Chuyun didn’t know another crisis was coming.

This one came from Han Youwei.

She’d just set her first life goal: to show Chuyun that even a silly girl like her couldn’t be bullied. Silly girls got angry too. Silly girls wanted those things too. She lacked courage to stop him now, but that didn’t stop her from aiming high.

Soon after, Han Youwei did achieve her goal. She bullied Chuyun for ages. Though it had twisted into something entirely different.

…

After eating, Chuyun set his tray down. He leaned to his sister’s tender ear, voice soft. “Shiqi, I need to take Han Youwei back to class. You’ve sat long enough. Look—my pants are wet. Aren’t you hot?”

Xia Shiqi wasn’t hot at all. She was just…

Hearing this, she didn’t get off. Instead, she flopped onto Chuyun’s chest and pulled his big hands to her flat stomach.

“No. Let me rest a bit after eating!”