Flower Petals Adorn My Robes

Eight-year-old Si Mushan brought home a little ball of glutinous rice.

At first, he couldn't stand her and thought Xie Xiang had all sorts of flaws. She was clumsy, clingy, and a tiny, warm little thing, so soft he could barely bring himself to touch her.

Si Mushan couldn't be bothered to look after the little ball of glutinous rice and was always shooing her away.

Later, he took Xie Xiang along when he ate, when he read, and even when he practiced martial arts.

When Xie Xiang fell ill and clung to him, insisting they sleep together, he knew it wasn't proper. But the moment she pouted and let out a little sob, he was powerless to refuse.

But as they grew up, their relationship became neither distant nor close.

Xie Xiang knew she ought to establish a life of her own, so she wouldn't become a nuisance again. She secretly sold some of her paintings to save money, waiting for the right moment to leave the Si household.

She also had a secret.

When she painted, she would occasionally lose control and depict the thoughts of anyone she touched.

One day, Si Mushan returned home.

Xie Xiang sneaked a glance at him, then carefully greeted him with a proper bow. Si Mushan reached out and gave her a slight, steadying touch.

He looked down at her, his expression stern and silent, his eyes deep and shadowed.

Xie Xiang couldn't help feeling hurt, and let go of his hand.

Before nightfall, Xie Xiang was painting by the window as usual when the tip of her brush once again slipped out of her control.

An hour later, she stared in bewilderment at the scene on the canvas: Si Mushan holding her in his arms and kissing her. Her cheeks and neck burned crimson.

The longer Si Mushan stayed at home, the more often they inevitably touched. The secret paintings in Xie Xiang's box kept piling up until there was barely anywhere left to hide them.

Every day, Xie Xiang's earlobes felt like they were about to burn off. At last, she couldn't hold back and called him out: "You keep thinking about these things. I-I can't take it anymore."

She was practically painting herself into exhaustion.

Si Mushan froze at once.

He stayed silent for what felt like an entire lifetime.

Then he apologized in a hoarse voice.

"...I'm sorry."

"I don't think I can control it."

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A young master raises a little girl. They're like siblings, with a six-year age gap. As children, they are childhood friends who depend on each other. The romance begins after the heroine turns sixteen~

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