Zhou You found himself already looking forward to the evening. Having poured three years into past relationships, he couldn’t deny—he genuinely enjoyed being actively pursued by an older sister.
Well… probably pursuit.
Based on his recent observations, Yun Mingyue most likely hadn’t done this for anyone else.
Though a seasoned professional in society, in matters of the heart, she was still a blank slate.
“What’re you thinking about?” Yun Mingyue never kept him waiting long. She was just as eager for tonight, having turned down countless invitations from social elites.
Chatting about multi-million deals with them? Nothing compared to strolling happily with Zhou You, browsing her quirky little shops.
“Nothing much. Where to today?” Zhou You took two steps forward; Yun Mingyue naturally fell into step beside him.
Her hair flowed loose, just grazing her shoulders. A small bag slung over her arm, she looked the picture of gentle elegance.
“Want to feel something… different?” Yun Mingyue waved her free hand slightly, recalling Yun Daidai’s earlier grumbling. Those words had left a trace.
“What’s different?”
A soft, cool little hand slipped into his. Instinctively, he gave it a gentle squeeze—pleasant.
“…”
“Why’d you stop?” Yun Mingyue nudged.
Zhou You snapped back. She watched him with mild confusion, yet he couldn’t bring himself to let go.
“Mm.” Words failed him.
“It’s just holding hands,” Yun Mingyue said, turning her head slightly, voice steady. “Never held your ex’s hand before?”
She glanced sideways, stealing a peek.
“No.”
“So… am I—this older sister—better than her?”
Zhou You realized he’d been outmaneuvered again. Annoyed, he rubbed her hand gently, thumb stroking her knuckles.
A woman’s hand felt boneless—smooth, tender.
“Comfortable?” Yun Mingyue looked up, playful smile in place. *Got you.*
“Comfortable,” he admitted, voice low.
“Then keep touching,” she chirped, tightening her grip and tugging him forward. “I like it too… Mm~”
“?”
Thankfully, no one noticed them. Otherwise, they’d think something strange was happening.
“Sister… Flower Sister… you’re my *real* sister,” Zhou You whispered, urging her to tone it down.
They headed to Yun Mingyue’s quiet lounge to celebrate his new semester, hands linked as neon lights blurred past.
Her once-withering heart felt vivid again. Maybe next time she changed a lightbulb, she’d have someone to call.
Even if inviting him home was like welcoming a wolf… she didn’t care.
“I don’t want to be your *real* sister.”
“I want… to be your… god… sister.”
“…”
*Racing heart? Yeah, right.*
Zhou You scoffed inwardly. Three years of dating experience—he was a veteran. Flower Sister? Definitely never dated anyone.
Being outplayed was embarrassing for all mankind.
He’d forgotten: a fox spirit wasn’t an ordinary girl.
Regrouping, he met her gaze and gently tightened his hold—smooth, supple in his palm.
Comfortable.
Physically. Mentally.
*Just hand-holding? Trying to fluster me?* He smiled coolly.
A mischievous flicker crossed Yun Mingyue’s face. She turned away, letting him keep hold.
Victory warmed his chest—then her pinky lightly scratched his palm.
Ticklish. A tingling rush straight to his heart.
He froze. She glanced back with a sweet smile… and scratched again.
“…”
“Loosen up. You’re gripping too tight,” Yun Mingyue said as he fell silent.
He eased his hold. The delicate warmth fading left a hint of reluctance.
*He… was under her thumb.*
Yun Mingyue firmly clasped his hand. “You’re a tough guy. I’m weak—I won’t hurt you. *I’ll* hold on.”
*Yep. Totally under her thumb.*
He should’ve known—a fox spirit stayed a fox spirit. Catching up would take centuries.
“This older sister will guide you slowly… through all the wonderful things,” she murmured, stepping closer. Her sleeve brushed his arm.
Zhou You drew a quiet breath. Flower Sister had grown bolder. Intimacy deepened.
His chest went *thump-thump-thump* again. When would he ever stand his ground?
Pinning Flower Sister down… a long, arduous journey.
Buzz…
His pocket vibrated. Zhou You checked the screen.
“Who is it?”
“Ice Sister.”
Yun Mingyue’s brow furrowed slightly as she released his hand. She didn’t believe he’d ditch her for Chen Tangtang.
Soft music drifted from the phone.
“Little Heartthrob~ Come play at my place?” Chen Tangtang’s voice chimed.
“Your place?”
He heard another girl murmur nearby: *“Thanks to Miss Chen for spending two hundred grand to book the whole venue.”*
“I’ve got gorgeous older sisters here. I’ll hold you, let you rest your head on me while drinking~” Chen Tangtang giggled. “Wear a mask though. Just in case.”
“I’m with Flower Sister.” His tone was final.
On the other end, Chen Tangtang pouted, curled into the sofa corner. *Why not split days? Yun Mingyue Mon/Wed/Fri, me Tue/Thu/Sat?*
The wealthy girls around her froze—*She’s chasing someone? Who has that clout?*
“Don’t cling to Flower Sister all day~ I get lonely too~~ Come on~~” Chen Tangtang cooed, voice dripping sweetness.
Nearby ladies choked, nearly spitting wine.
A chorus of coughs erupted.
