Because he’d been bitten by two stunningly beautiful older sisters yesterday, Zhou You deliberately wore a high-collared shirt today. Otherwise, the secretariat ladies might spot the two mismatched bite marks on his shoulder.

He figured strange rumors would spread through the office in no time.

His summer internship was nearly over. In about two weeks, he’d report to Z University in Hangcheng. His new schedule: work three days, rest four—and he could take leave if coursework got heavy.

Pay would now be calculated daily. Yun Mingyue stayed strictly professional about such things. Besides, if her little brother needed cash? He could always ask his sister.

She’d only request a tiny reward… like arranging him into a few extra poses.

At the thought, Yun Mingyue’s heart swelled with quiet delight.

After wrapping up work, Zhou You declined the secretariat ladies’ not-so-innocent dinner invite. No matter how blatantly they hinted he’d be the only guy there, he felt not a flicker of interest.

Even if they took him home after dinner? Big deal.

Anyway, *that* wicked woman would definitely come looking.

Better prep well—counter her like last time at the maid café. Maybe snap another interesting photo.

Like… Flower Sister with her clothes slightly disheveled…

“Little God~~”

The scene-stealing older sister waved and ran over, drawing stares all the way. Arms wide, she lunged and wrapped Zhou You in a tight hug.

Hit with a full-body tackle, Zhou You—despite his trained stance—stumbled back.

“Little God~~ Good evening~~” Chen Tangtang cooed, snuggling close.

With every sway, Zhou You felt tossed in an ocean of crashing waves—painful, blissful, utterly disoriented.

“Ice Sister,” he stammered, flustered. She reminded him of Chen Youzi: bold and direct in the strangest ways.

“Don’t like Sister hugging you?” Chen Tangtang released him, tapping her lip with a coy finger.

“It’s not about liking it.”

Too many eyes were on them. Every glance prickled his skin like needles.

Noticing his discomfort, Chen Tangtang frowned slightly and scanned the crowd—then surprised him completely.

“What are *you* staring at?!” Her voice carried. “You can only fantasize! Little God’s already done *everything* with me.”

“Let’s go.”

She shot the stunned onlookers a dismissive glance, huffed lightly, and pulled Zhou You swiftly away.

No sooner had they vanished than two petite figures peeked from behind the wall, eyes wide with shock—Chen Youzi’s expression most of all.

“Sister… and Brother…” she murmured, mind reeling.

She knew him first. Liked him first. So why…?

“Youzi!”

Ning Mengmeng gripped her shoulders, shaking her gently. Bangs flew, revealing bright, determined eyes. “Snap out of it! We haven’t lost!”

“Even if they’ve gone that far—would you really care if Brother isn’t a first-timer?”

Zhou You and Yun Daidai dated three years. Ning Mengmeng had long accepted he’d shared intimate moments with her.

And she still liked him. Still chose him.

“R-right,” Chen Youzi breathed deep, processing it: her own sister saw Brother as her “Little God.”

So much for gentle, thoughtful Sister! Stealing my Brother? I’m cutting ties!

She clenched her fists. “I never heard Brother say he has a girlfriend. I haven’t lost—and I’ve got you, Mengmeng!”

Two against one. Advantage: hers.

Chen Youzi felt herself perk up again.

Ning Mengmeng simply clasped her left hand tightly, eyes saying *I’ve got you*.

…..

Zhou You followed Chen Tangtang past a bus stop just as a bus pulled in. Without glancing, she boarded, dropped coins in the fare box, and sat at the very back.

Palms pressed together, she apologized. “Was Sister being nosy? Did it bother you?”

“No,” Zhou You shook his head. “Where are we going?”

“No idea.” She stuck out her tongue playfully. “Isn’t it romantic? Hop on a random bus, don’t count stops, get off when it feels right, walk a bit… stop where the view steals your heart?”

…..

Being with Ice Sister felt utterly different from Flower Sister. Both attentive like caring older sisters—but Ice Sister wasn’t domineering. Just…

Indescribable.

Like strolling a blossom-filled spring meadow, where a pure, dreamlike girl—the essence of first love—smiles at you from the flowers.

*Both Ice Sister and Flower Sister are heart arsonists,* Zhou You mused. Beauty, wealth, that rare charm… who’d refuse them if they truly pursued someone?

“Mm.”

He turned his head. Was he really being…? Nah. Not quite.

“Time to get off.” After one stop, Chen Tangtang pulled him down. She gazed toward the riverbank.

“This is Binjiang,” Zhou You said softly.

A cool breeze fluttered their sleeves. Neon lights blazed across the river, illuminating glass-like towers glittering in dazzling splendor.

“Beautiful. I love it.”

Chen Tangtang clasped hands behind her back, half-turned into the wind. The dim lamppost lit one side of her face. “Do you?”

Zhou You stepped forward, tilted his head slightly, squinting at the skyline. “Yeah. All those twinkling lights… really pretty.”

“Hehe.” She hugged him from behind. “Don’t worry. Watching the lights like this… just feels happier.”

He rested hands on the railing, letting her hold him. If she wanted this, why refuse?

A free person does what feels right.

Waves whispered in the distance. Moonlight bathed Chen Tangtang as she nestled against him, smiling. True joy never grows stale.

Behind them, beneath a flickering streetlamp, Chen Youzi watched—her gaze utterly vacant.