Do Not Approach

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Mu Xiaoxiao, however, did not sleep for a long time. Lying beside her, she gently smoothed the slight furrow between the young miss' brows and tidied her messy hair. She had been too harsh earlier, pushing the young miss too far. By the end, Qin Yi's voice was hoarse.

But... Xiaoxiao thought: Who wouldn't lose control with a lover like this?

She hadn't been so fond of this kind of thing before, but ever since meeting Qin Yi, she had crossed her boundaries again and again.

If it weren't for Qin Yi, Xiaoxiao would never have realized that such a powerful and destructive beast resided within her. Just the memory of Qin Yi's arched waist and pleading gaze filled Xiaoxiao with satisfaction.

Judging by how exhausted Qin Yi looked, this meant she hadn't slept in days. And the moment Xiaoxiao arrived, she had fallen into a peaceful sleep-wasn't that proof of her ability?

What psychologist could induce instant sleep with just one session... Moreover, the pale tone in Qin Yi's cheeks had given way to a delicate flush.

......

The physical and emotional intensity lulled the young miss into a deep slumber, and in her dreams, she saw her cousin, Qin Haiyao.

Little Hai sat on a crescent-moon swing, gently swaying, wearing a long dress like white gauze that fluttered softly in the wind. She smiled at Qin Yi and asked, "Yiyi, are you happy?"

Her cousin's gaze seemed all-knowing, as if she were fully aware of everything that had just transpired.

Qin Yi's face flushed. She moved toward her cousin slowly.

In the past, she had waited in vain for Qin Haiyao's return, often crying in dreams, asking why her cousin hadn't come back, why she had been left alone. But now, her heart was filled with happiness.

The dream felt so real that even as she walked over, she could feel a lingering discomfort from being bullied earlier.

When Qin Yi approached, Little Hai shifted on the swing to make room for her. Qin Yi sat down beside her.

The two sisters swayed gently with the breeze, breathing in the scent of flowers.

Her cousin offered no explanations, and the young miss no longer questioned why she hadn't come back or why she had been left in darkness.

The wind carried a hint of lychee fragrance, soothing Qin Yi's heart little by little.

At last, Qin Haiyao looked at Qin Yi, reaching out to stroke her hair as she had done when they were children. "Seeing you like this, I can rest easy."

...

Perhaps wives really do share dreams.

That same night, Xiaoxiao also dreamed. In her dream, she was her younger self again.

Lan'er stood beside her, holding out a glowing Rubik's cube. "Xiaoxiao, here, happy birthday."

This was the same nightmare that had haunted Xiaoxiao countless times throughout her life, replaying as vividly as ever.

Xiaoxiao stood up, brushing the dirt off her clothes. This time, she didn't take the cube.

Lan'er looked at her in confusion, still as sweet and adorable as ever in the dream. "You don't want it?"

The old Xiaoxiao would have taken it immediately-it was what she had longed for most as a child. But now, Xiaoxiao simply gazed at Lan'er, raising a hand as if to touch her. Just as her fingers were about to reach her, she heard a soft, gentle call.