Ye Xichi never felt that there was anything wrong with her parenting style until that day, Lu Sui came out of the bathroom wearing her white shirt, rubbed his wet hair into her arms, looked up and asked her: "Sister, do I smell like you?"
Her fingers holding the document suddenly tightened, her face still had that cool, dignified and calm look, but her voice was slightly hoarse: "Go and blow-dry your hair."
Ten years. From the day she brought him into the house, she had designated a territory for Lu Sui, a place under her wings, within her sight, and within her reach.
She thought it was protection, control, and the possessiveness of a superior person's possessions. Until the girl lost her childishness and her smile was still bright and clean, but from that day on, every unconscious approach became a precise soft blade, cutting through the restraint she was proud of.
Lu Sui was used to sticking to her, nestling on the armrest of her office chair to share the day's trivial details, twirling his fingertips around her long flowing hair, and whispering in her ear, unaware that he was conquering the city step by step.
Ye Xichi finally woke up suddenly one night. Her so-called control had long been wiped out by the backlash.
"Lu Sui, I'm not your sister." She leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, her bright brows having lost ten years of restraint, and her eyes were astonishingly hot, "Think clearly, I never wanted to be your guardian."
The person in her arms turned red at the tip of her ears, but did not hide away. Instead, she raised her hand and climbed onto her shoulders. Her voice was so soft that it trembled: "Then sister... What do you want?"
She lowered her head, her lips almost touching the red ear, and her breath was hot: "You."
