Chapter 152
The morning sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the balcony, rolling out a few golden carpets across the floor.
Ye Zhenzhen pushed open her bedroom door. The living room was completely silent.
There was no sign of that punchable smiling face she had expected, nor did she hear the teasing that usually made her itch with annoyance.
She felt a bit unaccustomed to it.
Is this dog still in bed?
She rubbed her slightly red and swollen eyes, having just woken up.
The scene in the movie theater last night felt like a caramel-scented dream that still hadn't completely faded away.
The next second, her gaze landed on the dining table.
The pan-fried buns were steaming, and on the cup of soy milk was a sticky note with slightly messy, cursive handwriting.
[Eat the breakfast while it's hot. I'm going out to run some errands and will be back at noon to eat together.]
Her fingertips gently traced the line of words, and the corners of Ye Zhenzhen's mouth curled up imperceptibly.
"At least you know how to show some respect."
The young woman muttered softly, pulling out a chair to sit down and eat her breakfast.
After eating, Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously sat back down at her desk. But after a moment of daze, she realized that the college entrance examination was already over.
However, the habit she had cultivated for so long made her feel empty inside if she wasn't studying something.
Whatever, I'll just go to the library this afternoon and borrow a couple of medical books.
She ran a hand through her smooth hair, rolled up the sleeves of her shirt to reveal her snow-white wrists, and casually tied her hair into a high ponytail.
Since that troublemaker wasn't home, she might as well give the house a thorough cleaning.
Gu Ran: ???
He shouldn't be considered the troublemaker, right?!
The mop glided across the living room tiles, leaving a thin mist of water that glistened in the sunlight before quickly drying up.
After cleaning the living room, Ye Zhenzhen stood at the door of Gu Ran's room, holding her cleaning tools.
She hesitated for two seconds before pushing the door open and walking in.
"Hiss—"
A crisp scent unique to teenage boys rushed at her face, accompanied by a room full of absolute mess.
The corner of Ye Zhenzhen's eye twitched slightly.
He's only been back for a day, how did this room turn into a pigsty?
Three T-shirts were hanging on the computer chair, and a pair of large boxer shorts he had changed out of yesterday lay pitifully on the floor.
"Gu 'Dog' Ran, were you born in the year of the pig?"
Although the girl voiced her disgust, her body honestly bent down.
She picked up the scattered clothes one by one, sorted them, and threw them into the laundry basket.
In the bathroom, the top-loading washing machine started working.
Meanwhile, the girl squatted by the washbasin. Looking at the few pieces of intimate clothing she had singled out, her pretty cheeks suddenly burned up.
"Lazy... lazy dog, not washing your own clothes again..."
Biting her lip lightly, she poured some laundry detergent and gently rubbed them in the basin.
As the bubbles danced between her fingers, her heartbeat also lost its rhythm, and she couldn't help but start brainwashing herself.
"This... this is what an older sister should do. Ye Zhenzhen, don't let your imagination run wild..."
Blushing as she hung up the clothes to dry, the girl patted her cheeks and returned to her lazy dog brother's bedroom.
There were still some wrinkles on the bedsheets. She reached out to grab the edge of the pillow, intending to lift it and shake off the dust.
However, the moment she lifted the pillow, Ye Zhenzhen's movements completely froze.
In the folds of the mattress, in the blind spot beneath the pillow, lay several neatly rolled pairs of socks.
Ye Zhenzhen casually grabbed one, and upon seeing it clearly, she felt entirely unwell.
Why did it look so familiar?
It seemed like they were all hers...
"Per... pervert... pervert!"
The girl gritted her teeth in embarrassment and anger, but then she thought about a certain guy falling asleep like this every day.
Heat rushed straight up her spine to the top of her head; she felt like she was going to melt.
She originally wanted to confiscate all the stolen goods, but halfway through reaching out, her hand stopped.
To take without asking is stealing!
She... she wasn't a perverted younger brother. As the older sister, she had to lead by example.
Comforting herself this way, Ye Zhenzhen blushed and put them back.
Not only that, she even deliberately tugged at the corner of the blanket, covering them tightly to ensure no flaws could be seen from the outside.
Afterward, as if possessed, she went back to her own room.
She grabbed a few new ones and added them to the pile.
"Scoundrel!"
She waved her small fist at the air, her gaze landing on the worn-out little bear plushie at the head of the bed.
That was the one Gu Ran had picked up from her.
Ye Zhenzhen grabbed the plushie and punched it in the stomach a few times.
"That's for being a hooligan!"
Little Bear: ???
After hitting it, she rubbed the plushie's flattened stomach and, feeling much better, placed it neatly back in its original spot.
Returning to her own room.
She took off her dusty loungewear and changed into a high-quality white shirt.
For her lower half, she wore a pair of slim-fitting dark blue jeans, outlining the straight and slender lines of her legs.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, let her long hair down, and combed it smooth.
The girl in the mirror had cool, fair skin that exuded a premium, aloof elegance in the sunlight.
With just a light layer of sunscreen, she was stunning enough to amaze time itself.
She slung on her canvas bag and pushed open the front door.
Right before heading downstairs, Ye Zhenzhen looked down to check her ankles.
They were clad in a brand-new pair of pure white cotton socks.
After wearing them, I'll throw them under his pillow!
That'll teach him to hide things!
The girl then stepped through the shadows of the stairs, walking with brisk and cheerful steps toward the vegetable shop outside the residential compound.
The wind blew through the treetops, and the girl's back disappeared around the street corner.
Meanwhile, in the Shangdao Coffee Shop, a high-spirited Gu Ran inexplicably let out a sneeze.
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
