Weekend days unfolded just as always. For two days straight, Leng Shuang reunited with Lin Mo after a week apart, lost in passionate intimacy. Each time, they poured a week’s pent-up longing into these forty-eight hours.

Two large beds stood in the room. One lay in disarray—sheets tangled, pillows askew—a clear testament to their fervent "battle." The other remained pristine. There, they held each other close, savoring the gentle warmth left behind.

Two and a half years had transformed Lin Mo. Once in high school, her figure was petite—no bigger than a steamed bun, easily cupped in one hand. Now, she bloomed full and lush, perfectly matching her radiant beauty.

Nestled in her arms, Leng Shuang rested his head on her shoulder. A faint blush still warmed his handsome cheeks. His bright eyes shimmered with the tender promise of early March—docile, yet deeply alluring.

"Leng Shuang… you grow more captivating every day~" Lin Mo murmured, cradling him. One hand traced his smooth back; the other curved gently around his waist, drifting upward. Even in this post-passion "sage moment," her devotion remained unwavering.

"Honestly… still acting like a child," Leng Shuang chided softly. He gave her wandering hand a light, feeble swat—voice tender from exhaustion. The gesture only deepened her tenderness.

"Hehehe~ Who can blame me? You’re just too tempting," Lin Mo chuckled, pulling him tighter, as if trying to melt him into her soul. "At school, I dream of time-traveling—rushing to you the second class ends for happy moments together."

"You…" Leng Shuang didn’t struggle. He shot her a look—fond exasperation for the girl whose mind buzzed with playful thoughts.

"Oh! Leng Shuang, remember my little sister?"

"Your sister… Ah, the twin-tailed girl? Adorable."

Leng Shuang smiled, recalling that day after their first time at her home—meeting little Lin Qianxia.

"What about her?" He asked, noticing Lin Mo’s suppressed grin, his palm resting gently on her curve.

"Well…" Lin Mo’s teasing words caught in her throat under his bold touch. "I went home recently to grab clothes and gifts. The moment I stepped in, Xia rushed out, eyes sparkling like she was searching for someone."

"I asked, ‘Xia, what’s wrong?’"

"She said, ‘Big sister… where’s that big brother?’"

"Turns out she misses *you* more than me! Silly girl—if others heard this, they’d think *you’re* her real brother!"

Leng Shuang laughed softly.

"She’s in high school now? Our old school?"

"Yep. Busy studying… haven’t checked on her much. Wonder if her chuunibyou’s faded."

"Hmph. *You* talk—has yours ever really gone?" Leng Shuang arched a brow, teasing.

"Me? I never had chuunibyou! I just…" Lin Mo faltered under his skeptical gaze, then sighed with a helpless smile. "Fine. Everyone dreams, right? Aliens invade—I awaken powers. I swoop in as the heroine rescuing her prince, win your heart, and we escape to a private island…"

"You, utterly devoted, whispering sweet nothings, gazing at me with longing… Our children conquer the world. Perfect fantasy, no?" She grinned shamelessly.

"*I’d* flirt *first*? Bold imagination," Leng Shuang scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Hah! Look—you’re right here, cooing softly in my arms~"

"Tch. You just caught me off guard." He huffed, making a half-hearted move to escape.

"My beauty… too late for regrets now~" Lin Mo held fast, arms chaining him close like iron.

They locked eyes—and burst into laughter. A shared glance, a teasing tone—each understood the other perfectly. These playful moments wove their bond deeper. Teasing had become their everyday language.

Lin Mo’s gaze softened. Her face slowly filled his vision.

He closed his eyes, welcoming her. His fingers began tracing her back with quiet care.

Later, Lin Mo shifted, pinning him beneath her. Backlit, his features blurred—but his eyes shone bright.

"Feeling energetic again?" Leng Shuang murmured, arms circling her neck, lips curving slightly.

"You issued the challenge. How could I refuse?" She tilted his chin down.

A blush touched his cheeks. In the flicker of his gaze—subtle, mature charm bloomed.

Lin Mo’s throat tightened. *This grace… was her doing.*

She was the painter. He, the pure canvas. Stroke by stroke, she added color. Not yet vivid—but with patience, every gesture would radiate allure.

*I am a painter. I love creating art with different poses… and colors.*

"Leng Shuang… you’ve changed so much~" Lin Mo whispered against his neck, nibbling gently, breath warm, voice dreamy.

"Oh? How so?" He tilted away, brows furrowing then easing—a look so tempting anyone would ache to tease him further.

"You carry a hint of mature, husband-like charm now. Just a hint… but the shape is there~" She licked her lips, eyes burning. "A mature older brother… dangerously alluring~"

A smile tugged his lips. "So… you want to make me even more captivating?"

"May I?" Her hand slid slowly up his calf.

He lifted her chin. Though pinned, *he* held the allure—as if *he* commanded the moment.

"Go ahead~"