After becoming the cannon-fodder younger sister, I was pampered like a treasure by my reborn regent brother and sister-in-law.
Afraid I might be bullied, they even personally assigned me a “gentle and well-behaved” puppy-faced young man as my adviser.
By day, the puppy-faced young man feeds me almond cream and calls me “big sister,” his ears turning red.
No one knows how wickedly he smiles when he climbs through my window at night and touches my neck...
Even less do they know that he thinks I'm asleep.
But I'm awake.
