Counting the minutes from dawn till dusk, Mrs. Qin’s wait felt endless.

Finally, footsteps echoed in the hallway—her heart leapt.

Well, at least she got to see her and exchange a few words. Not a total waste.

Then Bai Ningning appeared before them.

Clad in a thin nightgown, the girl blinked sleepily. One strap had slipped off her shoulder, revealing a soft, pillowy swell.

Th-th-this… utterly indecent!

“Madam,” Aunt Zou whispered, “this is Miss Bai Ningning—the girl our young mistress was involved with before.”

What? *That* heartbreaker who had Yueyue completely spellbound?

Good heavens. Seeing those generous curves, Mrs. Qin finally understood how her daughter was ensnared.

“She said she’d handled it,” Mrs. Qin murmured.

Aunt Zou shrugged helplessly. “This… is how it was ‘handled.’”

Wow. So she really brought her home to deal with her.

“Senior Bai,” Qin Xin stood to introduce her, “this is our mom… mine and my sister’s.”

(Well, plural = “our” works.)

No one caught the tiny nuance in her wording—just found it slightly odd.

But all eyes were locked on the pillowy-chested girl.

Bai Ningning tilted her head. “Oh, Aunt’s here.”

Aunt Zou’s lips twitched. “Madam, Miss Bai always speaks this bluntly—that’s why the young mistress scolds her.”

Mrs. Qin barely noticed. “Where’s Yueyue?”

“Senior Yueyue’s sleeping,” Bai Ningning yawned softly. “Sound asleep.”

“Still?!” Mrs. Qin blinked. “How late did you stay up last night?!”

Bai Ningning blinked slowly. “Around… six this morning.”

“Six AM? That’s twelve hours!” Mrs. Qin frowned. “She should be up by now.”

“Twelve hours is normal rest,” Bai Ningning said calmly. “But after pushing *that* hard last night? Nowhere near enough.”

Mrs. Qin froze. “That serious?”

Aunt Zou added quietly, “Madam… if it weren’t, they wouldn’t have slept till six.”

Right. From afternoon straight to six AM—how excessive. Qin Xin sat silently nearby, a dull ache throbbing in her chest.

Someone once said youth is like green apple coffee—you never know if the next sip will be sour or bitter.

Too painful.

“So Yueyue was the one… disciplining *her*?” Mrs. Qin’s face darkened as she turned to Aunt Zou.

Aunt Zou’s eyelid flickered. “Madam, who disciplines whom depends on who took the initiative.”

Mrs. Qin exhaled slowly. “Xiao Bai, when will Yueyue wake? We’re waiting for dinner.”

Bai Ningning sank onto the sofa, adjusting her strap. “Don’t wait. She won’t rise today. Probably not till tomorrow.”

Mrs. Qin’s chest tightened. “Why?”

“Last time she was this drained, she needed twenty hours just to get out of bed—and moving was hard,” Bai Ningning mused. “This time? At least twenty-four.”

Hearing the smug tone of this little “green tea,” Mrs. Qin thought: My daughter didn’t just find a fake-innocent girl—she brought home a full-blown little succubus.

And what a *well-endowed* little succubus.

She glanced from the languid, pillowy girl to her own daughter—pale, limp, looking half-dead. She wanted to ask more, but dusk was falling.

Good grief. Came all this way at dawn… didn’t even see her elder daughter.

“I’ll go. I’ll visit again in a few days,” Mrs. Qin stood. “Eat well. Rest early.”

*Next time, I’ll text Yueyue first—tell her to hold back. At least let me see her face and talk properly.*

“Madam, dinner’s ready,” Aunt Zou said.

“You eat. I won’t stay,” Mrs. Qin forced a smile. “Her father’s coming home tonight. I must return.”

She’d planned to stay… but with Yueyue asleep and *this* succubus sitting there? No appetite. Anger filled her stomach.

Mrs. Qin left. Aunt Zou drove her off. The maids departed. Only a full table of food and two girls remained.

The grand house fell into quiet.

“Underclassman, eat,” Bai Ningning passed chopsticks and picked up a crystal dumpling.

After a night of exertion and a full day’s sleep, she was starved. Time to refuel—for next time.

After a few bites, she noticed Qin Xin hadn’t moved. “No appetite?”

“Mm… not hungry,” Qin Xin murmured, arm barely lifting. “Don’t feel like it.”

Woke at nine, unrested. Chatted with Mom while half-asleep. Drained. And every word pricked her heart deeper.

“Feeling unwell? You’re pale.”

Bai Ningning recalled last time—*ah*. The girl in black thigh-highs had a fragile constitution.

Perfect. Time to finish what was left undone!

Last visit cut short because the underclassman wanted sleep. Today? Half-dreaming… ideal timing.

Qin Xin’s eyes drooped shut—then warmth cradled her head. A familiar, sweet fragrance drew near.

Senior Bai’s scent.

Her cheek settled against something soft, warm, fragrant.

“Qin Xin,” Bai Ningning murmured, “more comfortable now?”

Eyes fluttered open—vision filled with gentle curves. *This position… lap pillow?*

Qin Xin’s frame trembled slightly.

A lap pillow. *Senior Bai’s* lap pillow.

“Still uncomfortable?” Bai Ningning glanced down. “Shall I find a better pillow…?”

“No, no! This is perfect. Really!” Qin Xin stammered.

How could any pillow compare to Senior Bai’s thighs?

Clueless girl. She’d never know what she missed.

Nestled in that fragrant haven, Qin Xin’s mind went blank. Sleep pulled her under, sweet and deep.

Bai Ningning ate on, chopsticks moving gently. *Let her sleep. I’ll just eat quietly.*

A tender, fleeting slice of youth—until Aunt Zou returned.

“Miss Bai… what exactly are you two doing?”