“What gives!” Su Qing stood in the long queue at the entrance, watching Lin Ning skip happily through the staff-only passage.

“Nothing we can do~” Su Shui patted her shoulder lightly. “That’s just how money talks. Get used to it.”

Inside the amusement park, Lin Ning held a juice cup.

“See? Going out with me is way more relaxing, right, Su Shui~?”

“How could you say that? Queuing is romantic too!”

Su Qing suddenly wrapped her arms around Su Shui and planted a loud *smack* kiss on his cheek.

“What are you doing!” Lin Ning jumped, pointing at Su Qing.

“Just showing you the romance of waiting in line~”

“You wait right here!”

Lin Ning turned to run out, but the crowd blocked her completely.

“Su Shui, you’d better stop her—or you’re dead meat when we get home!” Lin Ning spun in frantic circles inside.

Now it was: those inside desperate to escape, those outside refusing to enter.

Outside, Su Qing kept peppering Su Shui’s face with kisses.

“After you, please~” She stepped back to let others pass.

“Xiao Qing… this isn’t really okay~” Su Shui glanced around, flustered, and covered her lips with his hand.

“What’s wrong? A little sister kissing her big brother—is that a crime?”

“Well… not exactly…”

“Then stop blocking me!” Su Qing grabbed his wrist and forced his hand down.

*Mwah!* Another kiss landed squarely on his cheek.

“This is still bad! Your sister’s gonna kill me!”

Su Shui pushed her away, shooting a nervous glance at Lin Ning inside—eyes blazing.

“But don’t forget,” Su Qing gritted her teeth, voice low and fierce, “you’re in *my* hands now.”

Su Shui’s gaze flickered between them. *Die now or die later at home?* He chose survival.

His hands slowly dropped from Su Qing’s shoulders. He faced Lin Ning with the solemn resolve of a martyr.

*Sorry, wife… I choose to live a little longer.* He tried to convey it all with his eyes.

Seeing his surrender, Su Qing stepped aside and fiddled with something. When she returned, her pink lips were coated in bold red lipstick.

“Big brother, kissies~” She leaped toward him.

Instinctively, Su Shui cupped her butt, leaving her clinging to him like a sloth.

No hands free to block. No way to drop her.

*Mwah, mwah~*

Lipstick marks bloomed across his face as Su Qing shot a smug glance at Lin Ning spinning inside.

“I’m starting~” She grabbed his head, aiming for his lips.

“Not that one!” Su Shui twisted away—she kissed his left cheek.

“Stop moving!” Su Qing firmly held his head.

Slowly, faces drew closer. Breath mingled. Su Qing’s flushed cheeks, eyes fluttering shut…

*Smack.*

“Hm?” She opened her eyes.

Not her brother’s face—a giant sheet of flypaper.

*Mmm! Mmm mmm!*

She glared at Lin Ning, who’d appeared beside her, silently cursing the ruined moment.

Her lips were stuck fast, as if sealed with super glue.

“Don’t struggle~ I’d hate for you to tear your lips,” Lin Ning cooed, face etched with fake concern—as if she hadn’t set the trap.

*Mmm mmm!*

“Curious how I got out?” Lin Ning asked. Su Qing nodded.

“I just climbed the wall~” Su Qing stared at the three-meter-high barrier, utterly baffled.

“I trained hard to beat you—and handle other fox spirits too,” Lin Ning said lightly.

Su Shui broke into a cold sweat.

“Wife, I swear—zero fox spirits!” he blurted, panic in his voice.

“Obviously~” Lin Ning stroked his cheek. “If you had someone else… do you think you’d still be standing here intact?”

Su Shui silently thanked his reclusive life and terrible luck with women. Otherwise, his *life form* might’ve been… altered.

“Xiao Qing, want this off?” Lin Ning flicked the flypaper stuck to her lips, whispering close.

“Promise to stop messing with your brother like this. Nod if you agree~”

Her tone was sweet, but a chill shot up Su Qing’s spine. She nodded fast.

Lin Ning poured liquid from a tiny bottle along the edge. Slowly, the paper loosened. Su Qing yanked it off.

“Go wash up~” Lin Ning shooed her toward the restroom, then sat with Su Shui on a bench.

“Wife…”

Lin Ning tossed him wet wipes from her bag. “Wipe it off. Walking around with lipstick smudges looks like someone *took advantage of you*.”

Su Shui used his phone cam as a mirror, scrubbing frantically. Lin Ning sat silent, gaze averted.

“Mad?” Su Shui cheekily rested his head on her shoulder, breathing softly near her ear.

“Who’s mad!” Lin Ning spun around, shouting. Su Shui froze.

“I’m *not* mad!” She grabbed his head and planted a firm *smack* kiss on his cheek.

*Smack.*

…

…

Su Qing returned, lips clean. “I’m back! Bro, why the mask?”

She saw Su Shui and Lin Ning sitting back-to-back—Su Shui hastily adjusting a mask.

“N-nothing~” he mumbled. Lin Ning ducked her head lower.

“Something’s off!” Su Qing snatched the mask away.

Two tiny “strawberry” lip prints bloomed clearly on his cheeks.

“Ugh!” She scrubbed his face with a tissue. “Won’t come off!” She crumpled it, tossed it, and shoved the mask back into his hands.

“Put. It. On. Now.”