‘Endure it… Su Xiaoxiao, you have to endure it…’
Although she had watched her sister many times in recorded videos, sitting with her in her arms for real was a completely different story in terms of feel and visual impact!
If she dyed the bathtub red with a nosebleed now, or did something excessive and scared her sister away, she would never get such a great opportunity again!
After chanting a mantra for inner peace a hundred times in her mind and even giving her thigh a hard pinch, Xiaoxiao finally felt her boiling blood cool down a bit.
She slowly lowered her arms, which had been frozen in mid-air, and took a deep breath.
The warm steam, mixed with her sister’s sweet scent, filled her lungs, causing a sickly crimson tint to flash in the corners of her eyes. With extreme restraint, she gently rested her pointed chin on Su Ruanruan’s thin, rounded right shoulder.
“Mm…”
The moment her chin touched the damp skin, Ruanruan trembled all over as if hit by static electricity. Her small body instinctively tried to dodge forward. Her cheeks, already flushed from the heat, now looked like they were about to catch fire, and her hands nervously gripped the edge of the bathtub.
“Don’t move.”
Xiaoxiao’s voice was unusually hoarse from suppressing a certain longing, carrying a hint of obsessive authority.
She drew her slender arms in, wrapping them around the petite body from both sides—extremely gently, yet with a death grip—forcing Ruanruan’s back to press flush against her own soft chest.
Their two bodies were now perfectly pressed together in the warm water.
“Ah…”
Ruanruan let out a half-strangled cry of surprise, then bit her lip hard.
She could clearly feel that her younger sister’s heartbeat was terrifyingly fast; the violent thumping felt like it was going to shatter her back through her ribcage.
And… they were too close.
Because they were so close, the sensation of skin touching skin without any barrier was infinitely magnified by the hot water. Xiaoxiao’s warm body temperature, her long and powerful arms, and the tips of her fingers occasionally brushing against her waist—every touch was frantically stimulating her sensitive nerves, making Ruanruan curl her toes in sheer embarrassment.
Strangely, once she actually held the body of the sister she had dreamed of day and night, the wicked thoughts and “colorful” garbage that had filled Xiaoxiao’s mind while sitting at her computer miraculously vanished.
‘The person in my arms is so small.’
Her frame was so delicate it felt like it would snap if she used too much force, and her skin was soft and slippery.
Even if she used to be so wicked and annoying, at this moment, in this enclosed bathroom, she was just a shivering little animal that Xiaoxiao had complete control over.
An unprecedented sense of peace spread wildly through Xiaoxiao’s chest.
The sound of splashing water echoed in the quiet bathroom. White steam blurred the mirror and also blurred the long-standing estrangement between the two of them.
“Sister…”
Xiaoxiao turned her head, her cool lips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against Ruanruan’s pink earlobe. Her tone carried a rare hint of nostalgia and deep emotion. “It feels like… it’s been a long, long time since we bathed together like this.”
“Yeah…”
The tingling sensation from her earlobe made Ruanruan’s body soften a bit more. She bit her lip and let out a muffled hum.
She felt that her sister wasn’t making any further excessive moves, but was just holding her like a large dog seeking security. The sense of shame gradually faded, and her tense body slowly relaxed, leaning back against that warm, tall frame.
“It’s probably been… seven or eight years.”
Xiaoxiao closed her eyes and buried her face in Ruanruan’s water-beaded silver hair, reminiscing about that time she kept treasured deep in her heart but didn’t dare touch lightly. “Back then, we were both still in elementary school.”
“We were about the same height; you were even half a head taller than me.” Xiaoxiao’s voice became somewhat ethereal, as if returning to that distant afternoon. “Do you remember? When we first moved into this shabby neighborhood.”
Ruanruan blinked, closing her eyes to touch the memory fragments belonging to the Original Owner deep in her mind.
“Back then, Mother had to go out every day to set up her stall and often came home very late. The kids in the courtyard always bullied me. They stole my toys, threw stones at me, and mocked us for being wild kids without a father. They called Mother shameless…”
Xiaoxiao’s voice trembled slightly, and her arms around Ruanruan’s waist tightened unconsciously. The force was so great it felt like she was trying to rub Ruanruan into her own body.
“I was so cowardly then; I could only hide in a corner and cry.”
The floodgates of memory swung open.
In her mind, Ruanruan saw a silver-haired girl who was just as petite, yet acted like a protective little tiger.
“You rushed over like a little stick of dynamite.”
A gentle curve appeared at the corner of Xiaoxiao’s mouth, her eyes looking obsessively at Ruanruan’s reddened profile beneath the water. “You pushed them away and stood in front of me, protecting me. You cursed them out, fought back with the nastiest words, and even fought girls much older than you. Even when you were pushed into a mud pit, you wouldn’t give up; you got back up and kept biting them.”
“Your face was covered in mud, and you pointed at them and said: ‘If you dare bully my sister and my mother, you Small Fry can all go to hell!'”
“That night, the three of us squeezed into this little bathtub to wash up.” Xiaoxiao’s voice was as soft as a fairy tale, her fingertips gently tracing the knee where Ruanruan had once been injured. “You cried while letting Mother clean your wounds, but you still solemnly promised me that if anyone ever dared to bully me again, you’d break their legs.”
“But later…”
Xiaoxiao’s voice gradually trailed off, tinged with an irrepressible bitterness. “I don’t know when it started, but things between us became like they are now.”
“I’m sorry… Xiaoxiao…”
A sharp pang of sorrow rose in Ruanruan’s heart. The Original Owner before her memories awakened had indeed been quite terrible; thinking about it now was incredibly embarrassing. She lowered her head in shame, her silver hair covering half of her flushed face.
“However,”
Xiaoxiao’s tone suddenly changed. She took the initiative, suddenly grabbing Ruanruan’s small hands resting on her knees and enveloping them tightly within her own slightly larger palms.
She lowered her head, her chin rubbing against Ruanruan’s silver hair, her lips curling into a smile that was sickly, satisfied, and carried a hint of relief.
“Actually, even if you became a bad girl… even if you scolded me and loathed me, I really do like you the most, Sister.”
Xiaoxiao’s breathing became somewhat hot. She greedily sniffed the strawberry fragrance steaming off the skin behind Ruanruan’s ear.
Because of her absolute physical dominance, she easily buried her face in the crook of Ruanruan’s neck, her nose wandering freely over that soft skin.
“Wuh…”
Ruanruan’s breathing instantly lost its rhythm. The ticklish sensation in the crook of her neck made her feel like a pool of melting spring water.
That tingling sensation shot straight through her limbs. Her hands gripped the edge of the tub weakly, her knuckles turning white from the effort, and her once fair back took on an alluring crimson hue.
Behind Ruanruan’s back, where she couldn’t see, Xiaoxiao’s dark red eyes surged with an incredibly intense, sickly obsession.
She even took advantage of Ruanruan being soft and defenseless to open her mouth and use her teeth to lightly, wickedly bite Ruanruan’s reddened earlobe!
“Ah!”
Ruanruan felt like she’d been hit by a bolt of electricity, nearly jumping out of the tub in fright. That sudden shock to her soul caused physiological tears to instantly well up in her eyes.
“W-what are you doing!” Ruanruan covered her ear in shame and anger, nearly on the verge of tears from the panic. “Was all that warmth just an act?!”
“Hahahaha…”
Looking at her sister—who was bristling like a bullied kitten, eyes tearful yet only able to protest weakly—Xiaoxiao’s rare, hearty laughter echoed in the bathroom.
The estrangement and awkwardness that had built up between the sisters for years finally dissolved quietly amidst the steam and the playfulness.
“Alright, I’m done teasing you.” Xiaoxiao stopped laughing and picked up the body wash from the edge of the tub. “Turn around, I’ll scrub your back. That was the condition you agreed to outside.”
“You said it! No more random touching!”
Blushing, Ruanruan turned around indignantly, exposing that defenseless, fair back to her sister once again.
Xiaoxiao squeezed a palmful of body wash foam that smelled of sweet strawberries.
Her fingers were long and powerful, but the moment they touched her sister’s skin, her movements became extremely gentle and restrained. Her cautious actions were like she was wiping a piece of fragile, precious porcelain. As the warm foam and gentle caresses moved across her back, Ruanruan’s tense nerves slowly relaxed.
“Mm… a little to the left… scrub a bit harder!”
Leaning against the edge of the tub, Ruanruan squinted her eyes comfortably like a groomed cat, regaining a bit of her tsundere personality as she bossed her sister around.
“Yes, Sister.” Xiaoxiao sighed helplessly and increased the pressure slightly.
But her gaze remained obsessively glued to that fine skin. When her fingers slid over the sensitive small of Ruanruan’s back, she intentionally slowed down, using her fingertips to trace an almost imperceptible circle.
“Wuh…”
A strong tingling sensation instantly spread through her entire body. Ruanruan trembled uncontrollably, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her face was buried in her arms, so embarrassed she wished she could drown herself in the tub.
‘I bet this perverted siscon did that on purpose!’
After the bath came the hair-washing phase.
Ruanruan closed her eyes, sitting obediently on a small stool.
Xiaoxiao stood behind her, running her long fingers through the silver strands, patiently massaging her scalp.
The warm water washed away the fatigue. Ruanruan was so comfortable she was like a purring kitten, nearly falling asleep.