Happy Ending With My Yandere Junior Brother Rival - Chapter 4

“Terribly thirsty. Did you bring any tea, junior brother?”

Of course I wouldn’t say I was hungry.

After all, I’d just turned down his kindness.

I really couldn’t slap my own face.

“There’s wine.”

Shen Xing set the food box down in front of me.

I opened it primly and took a sip.

Sweet osmanthus wine.

“How is it?”

Shen Xing laughed softly.

“Mmm. Not bad.”

I thought it over seriously, pinched up a pear-blossom cake, and put it in my mouth. I praised:

“Little junior brother’s cooking’s pretty good.”

The food box Shen Xing had brought was enchanted; the food inside was still warm.

A faint smile in his brow and eyes, Shen Xing watched me eat until both my cheeks were puffed out and my red lips were stained with glossy osmanthus wine. He asked softly:

“Good?”

“Mhm!”

Clutching the wine, I nodded firmly, then frowned, puzzled: “It’s just that I feel a little drunk. It isn’t spicy at all—so why am I drunk?”

“Because Senior Sister can’t hold her liquor.”

The youth leaned close and cupped my cheeks, rubbing his thumb hard across my crimson, glossy lips. His eyes darkened, and he smiled inscrutably:

“Your lips are so soft—just a sweet mouth with a hidden blade.”

“You forced me into this.”

I set the wine jug on the ground, caught his wrist with both hands, tears shining in my eyes, and explained aggrievedly:

“I used to be a really, really good person.”

“Mhm.”

Shen Xing lowered his eyes and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes.

When he’d first joined the sect and put up that frail, innocent front, when he deliberately let himself be bullied, the first to leap out and save him turned out to be the little senior sister who should have been his deadly rival.

Even when she framed him for colluding with the demon clans, he’d still thought he was being deceived, thought it was an accident, and foolishly said it was all right.

Right up until he destroyed her hairpin and nearly killed her did he learn what other people’s malice really was.

Truly foolish … and cute.

“It’s all your fault.”

Furious and aggrieved, I couldn’t hold back anymore, opened my mouth, and bit down hard on the youth’s finger with my teeth.

Blood spilled out; my mouth tasted of iron and sweetness.

As if he couldn’t feel pain, Shen Xing pushed his fingertip in deeper, pressing down on the root of my tongue.

I couldn’t take it and nearly threw up from the revulsion.

I pushed his finger out with my tongue, propped myself up on one hand, spat out a mouthful of blood, and glared at him, eyes red and wet.

“I’m sorry.”

He curved his lips. His black-and-white pupils hid a vicious amusement as he lifted my hand to his thin lips and said in a low voice: “If Senior Sister is angry, she can do the same to me.”

“I’m not angry.”

Something occurred to me. I leaned in a little closer, meeting his leisurely gaze, and pleaded in a small voice:

“Little junior brother, if I hurt you before, could you forgive me? Could you promise me one thing?”

Shen Xing didn’t answer. His eyes rested lazily on me as I leaned almost against his chest. His left hand picked up the lotus beside him, and his right plucked the petals, one by one, trapping me in his arms without my noticing.

“Go on, Senior Sister.”

His tone was idle; he seemed to be in a very good mood.

I lowered my eyes. My sorrow could no longer be hidden, and my voice was almost a sob:

“Could you not take the Master away from me.”

The youth’s hand, plucking petals, paused. The faint curve at the corner of his lips flattened, and he said coldly: “No.”

“Why?”

My voice took on a sob. I seized his collar with both hands and demanded, uncomprehending:

“You clearly don’t like the Master. You…”

“I want to go home.”

Shen Xing’s voice was cool and lucid.

He plucked the last lotus petal and tilted his head to look at me with a note of regret, tucking back the hair soaked with tears at my temple. He laughed softly:

“Oh dear. What now—the last petal said no. Even heaven is refusing your request, Senior Sister.”

He was truly wicked.

He must have been toying with me.

I stopped crying and stared at Shen Xing with wide eyes.

As he lowered his eyes and gazed back at me.

I spitefully reached out and shoved him into the pool.

A flicker of surprise crossed the youth’s eyes, and then, just before he hit the water, he stretched out his hand, caught my ankle, and dragged me in too.

“Splash—”

The water closed over my head.

I flailed my arms and legs, trying to grab the lotuses beside me for leverage, but only water slipped through my fingers.

Just as the drowning feeling struck, a cold, pale, strong hand caught me around the waist and hauled me up.

“Senior Sister.”

Shen Xing knelt on the bank and looked down at me—half my body still in the water, both arms wrapped around his arm as I gasped for breath—and remarked lazily:

“You hurt yourself as much as others. Don’t do foolish things.”

I raised my head and glared at him, my eyes full of hate.

Shen Xing raised his hand and covered my eyes, and threatened with a cold smile: “These eyes are lovely and lively too. If one day they went blind, that would be a shame.”

He felt my lashes trembling against his palm.

Shen Xing pulled me out of the water onto the bank, cast a cleansing spell, and packed the food box away neatly.

The sky was beginning to lighten. Before he left, Shen Xing gave me a long, deep look, meeting the gaze with which I urgently wished him gone.

He laughed softly, his cool, pleasing voice carrying a hidden threat: “Senior Sister, I told you—if I die, you die with me.”

I lowered my eyes quietly, scornful inside.

As if I’d die for him.

I intended to live a thousand years.