Xiaoxian in his arms had fallen asleep.
Her tiny hands still clung tightly to her brother’s shirt. Soft strands of hair spilled over his arm as Chang’an gently combed them.
On the computer screen, Chang’an had selected a private moment with the mute girl.
Call it a date… well, something like that.
Just the two of them—protagonist and girl—alone.
What might happen… wasn’t exactly hard to imagine.
Ye Chang’an swallowed hard.
In typical Galgame fashion, the player-controlled protagonist always took the lead.
Honestly, what else could it be? Could you really expect a mute girl to… to make *that* move first?
That’d be breaking her character on every level.
Yet when the protagonist touched her—gentle caresses, intimate gestures—the mute girl only blushed, never pulling away.
That silence said everything: she didn’t dislike it. Maybe even welcomed more…
*Spirit versus flesh!*
No. Not now.
Chang’an hit save without hesitation and exited the game.
Phew… Close call. Almost watched that embarrassing explicit CG right in front of his little sister. First time he’d ever stopped himself at the adult part of a game.
Guess that’s just an older brother’s responsibility talking.
Xiaoxian’s breathing was soft and even. Chang’an gazed fondly at her sleeping face a moment longer before rising quietly.
He lifted her into a princess carry.
The slight sway didn’t stir her—nestled against her brother, she felt utterly safe. Only vigorous movement could wake her now.
He laid her gently on the soft bed he and Shi Xia had shared the night before. Xiaoxian still clutched his shirt.
Only when Chang’an covered her small hand with his own and gently massaged it did her fingers slowly loosen, savoring the warmth even in sleep.
Mission accomplished.
(And no weird stuff—just a brother making sure his sister sleeps comfortably.)
Chang’an stroked his chin. No returning to the game.
Instead, he slipped quietly out the bedroom door.
Shi Xia had given him the house keys yesterday. Leaving was fine.
Though naturally a homebody, he felt the pull to step outside—to see this world.
Cash was available. Yesterday, Shi Xia had walked him through everything: liquid assets, property, investments… His head had spun.
Watching his dazed face, she’d chuckled, pulled his head close—*again* burying him in her soft curves—his cheeks flushing as she murmured:
“Put simply? Enough to spoil you for life. Get ready to be pampered~”
His feelings then… echoed now, stepping into the villa courtyard.
Sunlight warmed his skin. Butterflies danced among flower beds. A small fountain gurgled in the distance.
Perched half-kneeling on the villa wall—a black katana at her hip—the maid resembled a stone gargoyle or a waiting ninja. The moment Chang’an appeared, she leaped down, landed silently, and snapped into an iaijutsu stance.
Chang’an flinched.
She held the pose, eyes locked unwaveringly on his.
*No idea who she is… but better say hello.*
“U-um… hi.”
“Is your sword… real? That’s probably restricted. Watch out for police…”
A sweatdrop traced Xiyan’s temple. Then she broke—laughing softly, sheathing her blade and bowing.
“Greetings, Master Brother. I am Xiyan.”
“Master?”
“Yes. *Master*. Ye Xiaoxian is my master.”
Chang’an scratched his cheek. *Weird dynamic. Gotta ask Xiaoxian later.*
“Planning to leave, Master Brother?”
“Just a walk.”
“Then I wish you good fortune on your journey.”
“I’m not going to fight…”
Strange. Intimidating. That iaijutsu stance alone made him feel seconds from defeat.
Clearly, her katana was no prop.
Chang’an edged past carefully.
Xiyan smiled, sheathing her blade. In that instant, a ripple of sword intent spread outward—wind stirred, dust swirled.
