After spending a day playing outside with his sister, they shared a bed at night.
It seemed Yang Feilong had forgotten he only promised to be his sister's boyfriend for a day.
Well, their current relationship was no different from being lovers anyway.
Yang Feilong no longer mentioned Yang Qingqing finding a boyfriend, and Yang Qingqing no longer brought up being Yang Feilong's only girlfriend.
At night.
Yang Qingqing washed her feet until they were fair and tender.
"Husband, am I beautiful?" Yang Qingqing, wearing a sheer, hollowed-out gauze dress, blinked her bright, beautiful eyes at Yang Feilong and smiled shyly.
"Wife, you are truly beautiful!" Yang Feilong spared no praise.
This was not flattery. Because his mindset had changed, looking at Yang Qingqing again, he found that although she wasn't old, she was extremely perfect in every aspect. Her hips were perky, her waist was slender, and her breasts were full and striking, even more alluring under the gauze dress.
"Brother, do you want to eat sister's little feet?" Yang Qingqing, her face flushed with shyness, lay next to Yang Feilong and placed her tender, cute little feet on him.
Yang Feilong: "..."
...
After a night passed.
Looking at his sister, who had fallen asleep beside him from exhaustion, Yang Feilong sighed softly. He felt that if this continued, he might become so complacent that he wouldn't want to do anything else.
Although his sister was young, she was too advanced, and her theoretical knowledge was too rich. She was now constantly applying the theoretical knowledge she had learned into practice.
And she was becoming more and more proficient.
Last night, Yang Feilong felt as if he were enchanted, completely at his sister's mercy. She was too skilled!
Recalling the magical experience of last night, Yang Feilong felt a sense of unbearable shame.
Although they hadn't taken the final step, the pleasure was no less, and even more intoxicating. Because his sister's skillful use of her hands and feet was more adept than before, coupled with her technique of using her jade bowl and blowing through her cherry lips, the phrase "divine skill" would not be an exaggeration.
"Sister, do you want to bewitch my soul?" Yang Feilong couldn't help but give a wry smile.
He found himself increasingly infatuated with his sister.
Even this feeling was almost on par with his feelings for his master.
...
"I need to go back to the company!" At noon, while strolling in the park after lunch with his sister, Yang Feilong, sitting on a recliner with his sister lying on his lap, mustered up the courage to say.
Alright, facing his sister now, he had absolutely no courage. He was completely under her control. Although this feeling was good, Yang Feilong knew he couldn't continue like this. If he did, his ambition might be completely eroded.
"I still have more than half of my knowledge that I haven't put into practice yet," Yang Qingqing pouted.
She had a stomach full of theoretical knowledge she intended to practice on her brother one by one. She hadn't even used a third of her skills yet.
"More than half of your knowledge hasn't been put into practice?" Yang Feilong's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Could it be that exaggerated?
But he didn't doubt it, because his sister was a top student, a top scholar who ranked first in the provincial college entrance examination.
"Brother, can you stay with me for a few more days? Let's go back after September first," Yang Qingqing said, hugging Yang Feilong's arm and blinking her pitiful large eyes.
"Aren't you feeling well?"
He felt great, too great, so complacent that he couldn't feel unwell.
"Cough, cough, we can't always be doing this kind of thing and neglect other work. The company needs me, and there are many things accumulated that I need to handle!" Yang Feilong sighed.
"Really?" Yang Qingqing asked with a hint of disappointment.
"Of course, it's true! Do you think I don't want to spend time with you?" Yang Feilong said helplessly.
"Then, alright, let's go back to Lanhai City. You can work, and I'll watch you from the side," Yang Qingqing said after thinking for a moment. "Can I?"
"Nani?" Yang Feilong was astonished. "How can that be?"
"Why are you so surprised!" Yang Qingqing pouted in dissatisfaction. "Are you thinking of ditching me?"
"No, I..."
"I won't delay your work!" Yang Qingqing said.
"It's just..."
"You must be tired of me, disgusted with me," Yang Qingqing said, on the verge of tears.
"Not at all," Yang Feilong said helplessly. "It's just that when I'm working, if you're with me, do you think it's appropriate?"
"I think it's quite appropriate," Yang Qingqing said earnestly. "You work, and I watch you. We won't interfere with each other. Besides, aren't I pretty? Aren't I a pleasing sight? Are you embarrassed to have me with you?"
"..."
At this moment, Yang Qingqing was like a girl, a particularly clingy one.
Yang Feilong said, "Then do you want to become even more beautiful?"
"En?" Yang Qingqing blinked.
"I'll teach you cultivation!" Yang Feilong said. "I've thought about it these past two days and decided to let you follow the path of Qi Refining."
"Why not cultivate superpowers? Isn't it said that cultivating superpowers is easier? You're not trying to make me spend more time on cultivation by having me refine Qi, are you?"
She guessed so accurately!
"Cough, cough, of course not!" Yang Feilong said righteously. "Because your talent is most suited for Qi Refining! Cultivating water-element superpowers would be a waste of your talent!"
A pure Yin body, even on the path of Qi Refining, could advance by leaps and bounds. If that was the case, why should she take the path of superpowers?
"I don't believe that's the reason!" Yang Qingqing sat up and pouted. "I just feel like you're annoyed that I'm bothering you, so you're letting me cultivate Qi Refining, which requires more time!"
"I don't know much about superpowers, and I haven't heard that superpowers can lead to immortality. But Qi Refining is different. It's a path to immortality that others have walked. In the future, you can achieve eternal youth, become an immortal, a god! If I become an immortal or a god in the future, and you grow old and die, how sad would I be!" Yang Feilong looked at Yang Qingqing with great distress. "My dear sister, my most beloved wife, you think of me this way, it truly breaks my heart!"
Seeing her brother's distressed expression, the suspicious Yang Qingqing collected her thoughts. Perhaps she had been overthinking. She looked at her brother with guilt. "I'm sorry, brother husband. I was overthinking. I shouldn't have thought that way."
"It's enough that you know you were wrong. From now on, don't overthink things. Even if I don't care about myself, I could never abandon my sister-wife, nor could I stop doting on my sister-wife!" Yang Feilong looked at Yang Qingqing affectionately and said solemnly.
"Brother husband, I was wrong!" Hearing Yang Feilong call her "sister-wife" repeatedly, Yang Qingqing's eyes lit up with joy. She felt extremely happy and pecked Yang Feilong on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'll never think that way again!"
Seeing that his sister believed him, Yang Feilong breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't actually tired of or bored with his sister. He was just afraid, afraid he wouldn't be able to resist completely consuming her.
Moreover, the feeling of being with his sister was too wonderful. He was afraid of losing his ambition.
Letting Yang Qingqing follow the path of Qi Refining was partly true, but there was one reason he didn't mention: to give his sister more time for cultivation and less time clinging to him. Lovers who were constantly together were prone to problems.
Of course, whether she could become an immortal was another matter.
That was just a beautiful fantasy, not much different from daydreaming.