A silly, sweet girl who thinks she’s sinister × a cool, reserved, secretly flirtatious man who plays hard to get
My senior brother was born with a sword bone. He was graceful and distinguished, the foremost disciple of the immortal sect, admired by everyone.
But even a lofty flower has its troubles.
Lately, my senior brother seemed to have been robbed.
The thief was rather peculiar. They didn’t steal magical treasures or pills, only things he kept close to his person.
A teacup today, a hairpin tomorrow, and the day after… ahem, the silk sash he used to tie up his hair.
But he never asked about it or pursued the matter.
And so the situation grew worse, with the hidden hand growing bolder by the day.
Until one day, he woke up to find his undergarments had vanished.
His black hair was disheveled. He clutched his rumpled robe closed, long lashes lowered, his eyes full of melancholy. “Forget it.”
I clenched my handkerchief in anger. “Outrageous! Senior Brother, do you know who did this?”
But he paused, then slowly lifted his eyes to me, his gaze clear as autumn water.
“Isn’t that person you, Junior Sister?”
I felt as if I’d been struck by lightning. The warm undergarments hidden in my sleeve nearly fell to the ground.
Ever since my true nature was exposed that day, I’d been keeping a close eye on my fellow disciples and elders, living in constant fear and anxiety.
A faint resentment rose in my heart.
If it weren’t for Senior Brother, perhaps I could have enjoyed a few more carefree days.
I may have had the urge to harm people, but I didn’t dare act on it.
Fortunately, Senior Brother didn’t pursue what I’d done. After careful consideration, I decided to turn over a new leaf.
I returned everything I’d stolen. Whenever I saw Senior Brother, I took another route. From then on, we would each mind our own business.
But the good times didn’t last. One day, Senior Brother cornered me in a cave.
I trembled like a leaf and guiltily begged him not to tell anyone.
Senior Brother merely toyed with my wrist, a faint displeasure in his eyes, and asked softly:
“Junior Sister, why have you stopped stealing lately?”
[Reading Guide]
1. Third-person narration, one couple, both physically and emotionally pure. Probably a sweet little story.
Theme: Keep your heart turned toward the light.
