Sis, Your Waist Is So Soft

[Younger man / independent, beautiful older woman / sweet on the outside, dark within wolf cub]

[The wolf cub I raised eventually claimed me as part of his territory / no blood relation / sponsor and beneficiary / both adults]

When he was young, he was like an unripe fruit hanging from a branch, tart and stubborn.

Song Qianyu brought him home, though she still lived like a lone observer recording the world through a storm.

He silently packed her luggage, lit up her cold, lonely kitchen, and hid the most burning thoughts of a young boy in all the little things she never noticed.

She only thought of him as a child who needed looking after, until the night they celebrated his admission to a top university. Taking courage from the alcohol, the young man kissed the tip of her nose. Stormy waves surged in his eyes, something she had never seen before. “Song Qianyu, I'm grown up now. Can you look at me?”

When time had stripped away all his youthful awkwardness and sharp edges, what lay within was a tenderness and sweetness she never would have expected.

Once you had a taste, it was hard to forget.

*

Everyone knew that Yi Zheng, president of the Yi Group, had someone he treasured above all else.

She was his big sister, the gentle woman who had pulled him out of hell and raised him herself.

Everyone assumed that he felt nothing for her but filial affection.

Until one day, he pulled her into his arms, his long-fingered hand clasping the back of her neck as his burning breath brushed her ear. His voice was possessive yet devoted. “Big sis, you're mine.”

From youthful dependence to all-consuming possession, he devoted his entire life to making her his, a plan long in the making.