Chapter 89: Applying it With One’s Own Hands

At his little sister’s request, Yang Xun froze on the spot, as if he’d been hit with a Body Fixing Technique.

’Help her rub it on her face??’

In the past, every time he saw his little sister smear that so-called "beauty milk" on her face, he’d felt an indescribable sense of strangeness.

But at least that was Yang Cai doing it herself. At most, he would just watch awkwardly from the side, managing to feign indifference.

But now, his little sister was actually asking him to personally rub his own essence onto her face?

’This... This is too absurd!!’

"Brother, what’s wrong?"

Seeing Yang Xun stand there frozen for a long moment, Yang Cai blinked her large, spring-clear eyes and looked at him in confusion.

Yang Xun snapped out of it and cleared his throat twice, a troubled look on his face. "Little sister, about this skincare product... I’m a man. My hands are rough, and I’m not good at this kind of thing. Let’s wait for Sister Ting to get back and have her help you."

"Oh no, that won’t work!"

Yang Cai immediately pouted, her soft voice laced with anxiety. "Sister Ting won’t be back until tonight. By then, it’ll be long past the best time for a skincare routine! Besides, I just had my acupuncture, and you said it would make me feel all tingly and numb. My fingers have no strength at all, so I can’t possibly apply it myself! Brother, I’m begging you!"

As she spoke, she stared straight at Yang Xun with her big, watery eyes, her face full of expectation. She tilted her chin up slightly, like a little kitten begging for affection.

Looking at his sister’s pleading expression, Yang Xun swallowed the refusal that was on the tip of his tongue.

His little sister had just been unconscious after vomiting blood. She’d only just recovered, and her mental state was still fragile. It would be too heartless to refuse such a small request right now.

Besides, his little sister had always thought the bottle contained beauty milk. Only he knew the truth.

’As long as she never finds out the truth, there won’t be any problem.’

"Alright, alright."

Yang Xun sighed, opened the bottle cap with a sense of resignation, and dipped his index finger into the bottle, coating it with a bit of the milky-white, viscous liquid.

The moment the familiar sensation touched his fingertip, the corner of Yang Xun’s mouth twitched violently.

’Skincare!!’

’Yes, I’m just helping my sister with her skincare!!’

’There’s nothing wrong with this!’

He forced himself to believe it, extending his finger and carefully dabbing the milky-white liquid onto Yang Cai’s cheek.

When the pad of his finger touched her smooth, porcelain-like face, her skin felt astonishingly delicate, radiating a young girl’s unique warmth.

Yang Xun’s movements were exceedingly gentle. He slowly moved his finger in circles, spreading the liquid evenly from her cheeks to her forehead, from the bridge of her nose to her chin.

Against the backdrop of the milky-white liquid, her picturesque face appeared even fairer and more supple, as flawless as a peeled egg.

For a moment, he couldn’t quite describe the feeling in his heart.

"Hehe, your hands are so gentle, Brother."

Yang Cai closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. She was as docile as a little kitten.

An even more complex mix of emotions churned within Yang Xun. Not daring to pause for a second, he quickly finished spreading the liquid evenly.

"All done."

With that, he quickly screwed the cap back on and placed the bottle on the nightstand, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

’Yang Cai can absolutely never find out the truth about this!’

’Otherwise, that girl will definitely go crazy!!’

"Little sister, you should rest for a while. I’m going to make some food."

Yang Xun patted Yang Cai’s head and said gently.

"Okay!"

Yang Cai nodded obediently and closed her eyes, her face full of bliss.

...

Yang Xun left the inner room, rode his small electric scooter to the market at the village entrance, and came back with a large bag of fresh ingredients.

Pork ribs, sea bass, free-range eggs, seasonal vegetables... they were piled high on the cutting board.

He tied on an apron and busied himself in the kitchen for over an hour, preparing a huge spread of dishes.

Braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, tomato and egg soup, garlic broccoli, and a bowl of chicken soup with yam and goji berries stewed especially for Yang Cai.

At noon, Mi Ting returned.

The three of them sat around the old square table to eat. Yang Cai’s spirits had recovered quite a bit. Although her face was still pale, she was able to sit up and even took two pork ribs for herself, gnawing on them with great relish.

"Brother’s cooking is so delicious!" Yang Cai said, her face beaming with happiness.

"Eat more so you can get better faster." Yang Xun smiled and placed a piece of fish into her bowl.

Mi Ting watched the siblings interact from the side, her almond-shaped eyes curving into crescents as a warm feeling spread through her heart.

In the afternoon, Yang Xun didn’t go anywhere, staying home to keep Yang Cai company.

He told her funny stories from their childhood, played Gomoku with her, and made her a bowl of honey water.

Yang Cai leaned against her brother, the smile on her face growing wider and sweeter.

Time ticked by, second by second. The sun sank in the west, and dusk began to fall.

At exactly six in the evening, the phone in Yang Xun’s pocket vibrated on schedule.

The caller ID read... Huang Qi.

"Hey, are you on your way? The door’s unlocked. Hurry up and come over!"

Huang Qi’s impatient voice came from the other end of the line.

"I know. I’ll be there soon."

After hanging up, Yang Xun quickly tidied up, reminded Mi Ting to take good care of Yang Cai, and left on his small electric scooter.

...

「Ten minutes later.」

Yang Xun stopped in front of a two-story building.

This was Xie Haitao’s house, and also the most impressive building in all of Xiaoxie Village.

In this urban village, most of the buildings were dilapidated, but this brand-new, luxuriously decorated little house stood out like a crane among chickens.

Yang Xun didn’t dare draw attention to himself. He parked his electric scooter in an inconspicuous spot around the alley corner.

Then he walked quickly to the front door. As he raised his hand to knock, he discreetly scanned his surroundings.

The alley was silent. There wasn’t a soul in sight.

CREAK!

The door opened, and a thick scent of perfume washed over him. Yang Xun looked up, his pupils contracting slightly.

He saw Huang Qi leaning against the doorframe. Her wavy, jet-black hair was draped lazily over her shoulders. She wore delicate, light makeup, and her slender, almond-shaped eyes were lined with a thin layer of eyeliner, giving her a bewitching charm.

She wore a black lace slip dress, the fabric as thin as a cicada’s wing, revealing the tantalizing outline of her curvaceous body.

The flimsy lace was stretched taut over her full bust, putting her deep cleavage on full display. The hem of the dress barely covered the tops of her thighs, leaving her long, fair legs completely bare.

Her lips were coated in a glossy, dewy pink lip glaze. Paired with her face, which was beautiful to the bone, she exuded a lazy yet fatal allure.

This wasn’t a woman waiting for someone at home; this was clearly a meticulously groomed vixen lying in wait for her prey!

GULP!

Yang Xun swallowed hard. A wicked fire, like gunpowder with a lit fuse, shot up from his lower abdomen.

He didn’t look for a second longer.

He strode across the threshold, kicked the door shut with a BANG, wrapped his arms directly around Huang Qi’s slender waist, and lowered his head to kiss her soft, full, pink lips...