The Beautiful Older Sister I Picked Up Is Good at Flirting - Chapter 46
Chapter 46
Outside the door, two figures were slowly creeping through the servants’ electrical room.
“Cen Wan, hold the flashlight higher—why are you shining it on my face? Aim at the switch!” Ying Gu scoffed as she wobbled atop the ladder, glaring at Cen Wan. “Are you doing that on purpose? Want me to fall to my death?”
Cen Wan’s hand holding the light trembled uncontrollably. “Housekeeper Ying, let’s get down. It’s dangerous—at your age, a fall isn’t a joke.”
Ying Gu bristled. “Age or no, I’m still an Alpha. I’ll get back up in a heartbeat!”
Cen Wan rolled her eyes so hard they might have tumbled out. “Fu’s Alphas are stubborn as a mule—and just as childish.”
Gripping the ladder with her body for stability, she said, “Okay, Housekeeper Ying, did you go to something like ‘Omega-chasing school’ after getting your heartbroken? Why all these shabby plans?”
Ying Gu bristled. “What shabby plans? I’m helping the Young Lady—our Young Lady’s too innocent. If they just share a room, they only chat under the covers. I need to help!”
Cen Wan couldn’t help laughing. “Housekeeper Ying, what planet are you on? Which Alpha drags a pillow to an Omega’s room just to chat?”
Ying Gu retorted: “Our Young Lady isn’t pretending—she finally woke up! I’m just helping.”
Still on the ladder, Ying Gu fumbled for the switch. “Which one’s Fan Zhen’s room’s heater? Cen Wan, don’t shake—lean in! There’s no label…”
Cen Wan suggested, “Let’s turn the lights on; it’s easier to see and you won’t fall.”
Ying Gu whispered conspiratorially: “No—if we switch on the lights, the maids will see us! Cen Wan, hand me that flashlight. I’ll find Fan Zhen’s heater switch and turn it off—so she’ll have to cuddle with the Young Lady!”
Cen Wan sighed. “Fan Zhen’s is the third one—just turn off the third switch.”
Ying Gu brightened: “Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?”
Then she paused. “From the left or the right?”
Cen Wan rolled her eyes. “It’s not my switch to know—just turn off both.”
With a clicking clatter, the job was done. Climbing down, Ying Gu, surprisingly, praised, “Cen Wan, you sly fox, you’re smart.”
Cen Wan, used to the backhanded compliments, dragged Ying Gu back down the corridor past the servants’ quarters. She tugged her away from a window with Ying Gu bent over peeking inside Fan Zhen’s room.
“What are you looking at?”
“If you insist on looking—look under the bed.”
…
Inside the room…
Fu Siyi shivered under the blankets, staying away from Fan Zhen and leaning against the wall instead. The movement let a chill seep in.
Fan Zhen shook from the cold, her whole body numbed. “Don’t pull the blanket—” she sneezed.
Still too cold, she curled further inward, inching toward Fu Siyi.
Fu Siyi tilted her head and whispered, “Sister, are you cold? Want me to get another blanket?”
Fan Zhen’s voice was small and tender: “There is one…but it’s in the storeroom and locked. It’s late…” Achoo.
Fu Siyi, not wanting her sister to catch cold, quietly scooted back, pulling the covers over herself. “I don’t want you to get sick.”
Heart aching from her concern, Fan Zhen gently folded her half of the sheet and tucked it around Fu Siyi. After a moment, she murmured, “You can come closer if you’re cold.”
Those words lit up Fu Siyi’s eyes. Like a caterpillar, she inched closer, pressing her back to Fan Zhen’s arm.
The moment the “little beast” drew near, Fan Zhen’s warmth enveloped Fu Siyi—her Alpha bl00d noticeably warmer than an Omega’s.
Unable to resist, Fan Zhen wrapped Fu Siyi’s waist tenderly, burying her face in her sister’s chest. “Is this warmer?”
Fu Siyi’s gaze landed upon the creamy cake and its enticing berries.
A flame flickered in her eyes and warmed her heart. Flushed, she softly nodded: “It’s warmer.”
To help Fan Zhen more, Fu Siyi shifted her arm beneath her and rubbed Fan Zhen’s shoulders for warmth. “Sister, put your feet on my legs—I’ll warm them.”
Fan Zhen gazed up: “Are you cold?”
Fu Siyi pressed her cheek to Fan Zhen’s hair. “Hugging you, I’m never cold.”
Fan Zhen slipped her foot onto Fu Siyi’s calf. The second she touched, Fu Siyi shifted her own leg to sandwich it—cozy and comforting.
Fan Zhen soon warmed up, but noticed Fu Siyi’s hand had gone ice-cold.
That poor little beast. She placed her sister’s hand inside the duvet and atop her chest.
The warmth spread. But Fu Siyi’s chest tightened—she was used to the custom mattress in her room; this stiff servant-room cot was uncomfortable.
Fan Zhen noticed her shifting and asked, “Is the bed not comfy?”
Fu Siyi answered, voice soft as silk brushing her ear, “No, it’s too hard.”
Fan Zhen paused for a moment, then shyly asked, “Do you want to sleep on me?”
Fu Siyi cautiously moved closer from behind, her arm wrapped tightly around Fan Zhen’s waist. “I don’t want you to be my bed…”
Fan Zhen stared at her, love and indulgence lighting her Alpha gaze. She gently replied, “It’s okay—I’m used to it. But if it hurts you…”
Fu Siyi buried her head in Fan Zhen’s neck, murmuring an apology. “I’m sorry…”
Startled, Fan Zhen asked, “Why say sorry?”
Fu Siyi whispered hoarsely: “I… didn’t take care of you. I shouldn’t have let you sleep here. It’s cold and cramped…”
“You’re not a servant. You’re my wife. I can’t let my wife suffer like this,” she added.
That confession pierced Fan Zhen’s heart. She cuddled her waist closer and stroked her back. “It’s fine. Really. You saved me once—I lived on the subway, you rescued me, fed me, housed me… I’m grateful.”
Touched, Fu Siyi began, “Sister, do you believe in fate?”
“Huh?”
Fu Siyi gently traced her spine and mused, “So many people in this world, yet you happened to step into my car that day—if anything had changed, we’d have missed each other.”
That thought warmed Fan Zhen. She nuzzled into Fu Siyi’s embrace and softly whispered, “Yes, I believe.”
Fu Siyi’s voice was a tender confession: “Tomorrow, I’ll ask you to move out of here. If you don’t want to make our relationship public, I’ll find a good reason. No one will gossip about you.”
Fan Zhen’s heart overflowed. This silly “little beast” thought of everything for her.
“I like it here… sleeping like this.”
Fu Siyi faced her and replied in a quiet, determined tone: “Then I’ll move in with you.”
Startled, Fan Zhen hesitated. “Can we…?”
“I’m the head of this house. If I want to sleep somewhere, I sleep there,” Fu Siyi declared, warmth in her gaze.
When the little beast gets stubborn, there’s no reasoning. Fan Zhen relented. “Where will I go?”
Fu Siyi smiled and whispered, “Pick any bedroom in the main house…better yet, move into mine—and live with me.”
Fan Zhen teased by pinching her waist, “You wish.”
Fu Siyi leaned in, voice melting: “Sister… sister… please move here.”
Fan Zhen’s cheeks heated. “Don’t… say that.”
“Why?” Fu Siyi blinked innocently.
Fan Zhen’s breath hitched. “I…I get flustered.”
Her body betrayed her—warmth tingling, glands stirring with desire.
Fu Siyi pressed closer, “Sister…”
Fan Zhen tried to pull away but was gently held. Their eyes met in the dim light—silence heavy with intimacy.
Fan Zhen lay above, with Fu Siyi beneath her. Their positioning perfectly brought a silky cake crumb to Fu Siyi’s lips.
Unable to resist, she took a small bite, little murmured sounds escaping her.
Fan Zhen’s breathing quickened. “Little beast… wait—”
The berries were incredibly fresh—no cool aftertaste from preservatives, just sweet.
Fu Siyi teased them across Fan Zhen’s mouth, petals of softness grazing her sister’s lips.
In the tight quarters, noises carried… Fan Zhen stumbled on her words, “Li—little beast, we’ll be heard…”
She squirmed, trying to pull away, but found herself moving closer.
Fu Siyi murmured, “The main house is soundproof… you’ll be safe there.”
Fan Zhen’s heart hammered—she realized this cunning “little beast” had plans.
“Silly sweet little beast…”
They continued in a soft embrace, the night pressing around them—but inside, warmth and affection bloomed.