Looking at Ning Muxuan lying on the bed with a satisfied look on her face, Qin Heng was absolutely fuming.

It was bad enough having to wait on this princess every day. And now she’d used him and tossed him aside. ˋ_ˊ

“Go away. I’m going to sleep.”

A cold voice rang out, plainly impatient and displeased.

Hearing Ning Muxuan say that, Big Slacker Qin’s mouth twitched as he struggled to hold back his anger.

Seriously?! Even a clay figure has a temper—never mind Qin Heng!!!

Ning Muxuan lay on the bed. Because of the summer heat, the blanket was very thin. Even wrapped around her entire body, it couldn’t hide her curvy figure: her chest was full, her hips rounded, and her tall frame had graceful curves that were undeniably alluring…

A gentle breeze drifted in through the window and brushed against her delicate body. Qin Heng glared fiercely at the person on the bed, his gaze moving from her hair to her neck, then down to her slender waist, and finally settling on her shapely backside…

Qin Heng stiffened.

His fist, that is!!!!

He didn’t care about staying rational anymore. Rascal Snake had gone way too far today! He’d let her get away with enough as it was!

Today, Rascal Snake had taken what she wanted and then pulled up her pants and pretended nothing happened!!

If he didn’t teach her a lesson today, how was he ever going to keep his place as head of the household?

Qin Heng raised his right hand high and stared intently at Ning Muxuan, who lay on the bed with her back to him. His gaze slowly drifted down, finally settling on her shapely backside…

Hoo~

Qin Heng squeezed his eyes shut, let out a long breath, and silently repeated to himself—

Pain only lasts a moment!!!!

“Qin Heng, hurry up and get—”

“Mmm~!!!!”

Before Ning Muxuan could complain again, a loud smack rang through the entire room.

Ning Muxuan felt a fierce, burning pain flare up in her backside. Her brows knitted tight, and her usually cool, handsome face was suddenly filled with disbelief…

“Qin Heng!!! You bastard!!! Open the door!! Open it!!…”

“You bastard, open the door!!!!”

“You actually hit me!!!!”

……

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of terrifying pounding sounds came from the door. But Qin the Big Couch-Potato—

Oh, no.

Now he was Qin, head of the household, and he wasn’t scared one bit.

The moment he’d carried out his righteous punishment, Qin Heng dashed out of the room at top speed and used the room’s only key to lock the door from the outside.

Qin Heng twirled the key in his hand, looking utterly carefree as he stood outside the door and savored his hard-won victory.

That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? If you’re such a powerful snake, why don’t you crawl out and bite me?

“Tomorrow… You’re dead tomorrow!!!”

Ning Muxuan’s voice came from the other side of the door, icy with a threat.

But Qin Heng still wore that smug little look and stood there without budging, no matter what Ning Muxuan said.

As if! What did Qin Heng have left to be afraid of now?

He wasn’t scared at all, okay?

╮（╯▽╰）╭

Only after the room had been quiet for quite a while did Big Couch-Potato Qin put on a smug, falsely concerned face and speak up.

“Hey~”

“Sis, go to sleep. I’ll come open the door tomorrow when it’s time to get up, so don’t worry~”

“Your little bro’s gonna head out first~”

He couldn’t resist getting in one last sarcastic jab at Ning Muxuan.

Seeing that the room had gone completely quiet, Qin Heng twirled the key in his hand and strode off with a swagger.

He felt so refreshed and confident. He’d never felt this sure of himself in his life.

“A snake’s still a snake, after all! Hahahahahaha!!!…”

Eight hours later.

“Waaah…”

“W-what’s wrong?”

A voice asked, each word icy and measured, like a whisper from the depths of hell. A tangible black aura rose behind the speaker, and even the glossy floor seemed to frost over…

“N-nothing… It’s just that your foot… landed right on my heart…”

“I’m so… happy. Haha…”

Ning Muxuan stared at Qin Heng with murder in her eyes, like a hunter watching prey that was already as good as dead.

“Is that so? Want me to give you a little more of your big sister’s love?”

As she spoke, she pressed down harder with her bare foot. Qin Heng let out a low growl, his face twisting into an exaggerated anime expression.

“N-no need! I love you too, Sis!”

Qin Heng forced himself to endure the pain and hurried to play along. Big Slacker was truly hanging on by a thread now.

At that, Ning Muxuan merely turned her head coldly and spoke again.

“Is that so?… Then why can’t I feel it at all?”

Ning Muxuan questioned Qin Heng without changing her expression. Her gaze was blank, and her voice had no inflection at all. There was no telling what she was feeling…

Big Couch-Potato Qin was sweating bullets. He quickly picked up the spoon beside him, scooped up a little warm porridge, and respectfully held it to Ning Muxuan’s lips.

“Here, Sis, let’s have breakfast first, okay? It won’t taste as good once it gets cold.”

“This is me showing how much I love you, Sis. Right? Haha…”

For the sake of survival, Big Couch-Potato Qin was willing to say even the most sickeningly sweet things. He was so hilariously meek.

“I still liked you better yesterday, when you were so defiant.”

Ning Muxuan’s face remained cold. She folded her arms, uncrossed her legs, then crossed one over the other again, turning the pressure up to the max.

“Haha… Come on, Sis, you’re joking.”

“Here, here. I just made the porridge. Give it a try.”

Having narrowly escaped disaster, Big Couch-Potato Qin went right back to fawning over her.

Ning Muxuan lowered her eyes and glanced at Big Slacker, then at the spoon Qin Heng was holding out to her.

“How am I supposed to eat it when it’s so hot?”

Her voice was still icy, but now there was something else in it, too…

“Hot?”

The porridge had been ready for a while, and Qin Heng was holding the bowl himself. Surely he knew whether it was hot or not?

Of course, even if Qin Heng knew that, he wouldn’t dare say it to her face, would he?

He obediently pulled the spoon back, blew on it a few times, then held it out to Ning Muxuan again.

“Haha, my mistake. I didn’t think it through. It should be fine now.”

“Here, Sis. Let me feed you.”

Qin Heng was taking meekness to a whole new level, but even then, Ning Muxuan didn’t seem inclined to appreciate it…

Ning Muxuan only ate a little. The moment it reached her mouth, her brows drew sharply together, and she fixed Qin Heng with a hard stare.

Big Slacker: ?

“Who are you trying to feed with something this salty?”

Qin Heng looked completely baffled.

“How could it be? I got up early and worked so hard to make it.”

Qin Heng tasted it himself. It practically melted in his mouth—fresh and delicious. What was salty about it?

“It’s not salty, Sis. Try some more?”

He scooped up another spoonful and offered it to Ning Muxuan.

When Ning Muxuan heard that Qin Heng had gotten up early just to make her porridge, her cold, stern expression softened a little. She gave an unhappy little snort.

Then she continued eating the porridge Qin Heng offered her…

Big Slacker didn’t waste the opening, either. He knew her stomach was sensitive.

Qin Heng slowly reached his left hand toward Ning Muxuan’s slender waist, then gently wrapped his arm around it. He bent his wrist and pressed his palm against her smooth, pale stomach, then began to rub it softly…

Ning Muxuan noticed Qin Heng’s little move as she ate, but this time she didn’t give him a hard time. She merely brushed her hair aside and focused on the porridge in front of her.

She let him “fool around” against her stomach.