The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Fu Siyi slightly bent her shoulders and neck, pressing soft cake into her lips as she carefully gathered the lingering rice grains into her mouth.

Fanzhen trembled uncontrollably.

“Sister…”

Fu Siyi’s voice quivered, revealing her own nervousness. She traced kisses from Fanzhen’s collarbone upward, brushing along her cheek to the ear. Whispering, she breathed,

“Sister, please lower your hand—there are a few grains you’re covering, and I can’t reach them.”

Fanzhen, already in a daze, obeyed as Fu Siyi coaxed her gently until her hand lowered. Fu Siyi tenderly kissed the floral birthmark, licking off each grain of rice.

At first, she focused precisely on the rice grains, determined not to waste even a speck, behaving like a well-behaved child.

But then her attention shifted: a small berry poking out from the cake looked at her shyly, and suddenly she was caught by temptation—gently pressing and circling, she allowed it to intertwine with her lips.

Fanzhen melted.

Side by side, with Fu Siyi’s arms around her waist, her head nestled into Fanzhen’s embrace. Fanzhen bit her lip, standing on tiptoe reflexively, dark hair swaying gracefully across her back.

The intimacy of the moment was so intense it felt hotter than any film.

Fanzhen wobbled and choked out, “Yi‑xiao‑zai… you’ve been eating for so long~”

She teased: “Does this little beast really love to eat that much? Finished half already—now making me feed you again?”

Heat flared in Fu Siyi’s neck; even the glands at her collar stirred—warmth, subtle release of pheromones. She realized: she was going into heat.

Her peers always teased that at 20+ she’d never marked an Omega. Especially Fang Songxian, who once teased drunkenly, “Fu Siyi, once you mark an Omega—you’ll never want suppression pills again… it’s so… hehe…” and shoved a “tutorial” video into her hands.

Though Fu Siyi never cared for romance, with Fanzhen it was different—images and thoughts surged uncontrollably in her mind.

She wanted to mark her sister, to be close physically. Her mind said yes, her body echoed that desire.

But Fanzhen was concealing her identity, wearing an isolation patch at the base of her neck. Continuing could damage her glands—and that was unacceptable.

Fanzhen trembled, tears gathering: “Yi‑xiao‑zai…”

A soft pop—Fu Siyi spat out a berry pit, head lifting. The maple-red intensity filled her eyes—signs of an Alpha in heat.

She kissed Fanzhen’s lips gently: “Sister… can I… mark you?”

Fanzhen gasped, breathless: “No.”

Fu Siyi’s voice slipped to a trembling whisper, “But… you said I could do anything.”

With feigned hurt, she asked, “Why is your word not one to count on?”

Fanzhen steadied her own ragged breath. “What I said before… then… But now, no.”

She knew she also wanted that marking; her own phi glands were overflowing. But she knew it couldn’t be—not as someone’s fiancée. She feared gossip, the shame of scandal… not just hers, but Fu Siyi’s reputation too.

And most importantly—would Fu Siyi still love her once she knew she was pledged to another?

Terrified by the implications, Fanzhen pulled away, quickly fetching clothes and fleeing to the bathroom.

There, she steadied herself at the sink—face flushed, heart racing, steamed by steam and hesitation.

When she emerged, Fu Siyi stood poised, heat still in her gaze. Approaching gently, she pulled Fanzhen back and whispered, “Sister… is it truly not okay?”

This time, she didn’t resist. She wrapped her arms around her, tilting her head upward, her jewelry of vulnerability exposed.

Fanzhen shivered: “Not… not now.”

Fu Siyi accepted it, bowing her head and quietly stroking Fanzhen’s hand: “I will wait…”

Then she rested her forehead against Fanzhen’s neck, voice tender and pleading: “Don’t leave me… I’m losing myself…”

Fanzhen’s heart fluttered. She carefully said: “Yi‑xiao‑zai, I’m here.”

She took the plate and started to leave the room, voice firm: “Hang on—I’ll ask Huan‑jie to bring the medicine.”

Fu Siyi whimpered: “Why won’t you come?”

Fanzhen turned away with surprising firmness: “If I came in… I might not leave again.”

“But I’m not bad…” Fu Siyi quivered. “Will you not let me eat it?”

Fanzhen rolled her eyes: “You… you already ate half.”

Fu Siyi: “Even if it’s not hot, it must be cleaned up.”

Approaching her, she reached to untie the halter of her lingerie.

Fanzhen stifled a laugh. “I’ll do it—it’s a double knot.”

Fu Siyi replied matter-of-factly: “But I can do it with one hand.”

Fanzhen rolled her eyes; Fu Siyi, serenely capable, let the garment slip away. She caught stray rice grains with gentle deftness, as Fanzhen instinctively shielded herself.

Fu Siyi gave a teasing glance: “You have rice on you.”

Fanzhen looked down, brushed it away—Fu Siyi held back her hand, playful: “You said none could go to waste…”

Her warm breath shimmered over Fanzhen’s collarbone.

Fanzhen swallowed. Heavily close, she whispered, “So… what do you want?”

Fanzhen’s pulse pounded, rice pressed into her skin—sensual, uncanny.

Fu Siyi’s lips brushed against her: “We can’t waste it…”