Chapter 170: Older Sister, Are You Jealous?
“Brother…”
Mu Sanniang lowered her gaze, murmuring softly. Her voice was so faint that even she could barely hear it.
The sensitive heart of a girl was clenched tightly at this moment. It was an indescribable feeling. She just felt extremely uncomfortable, almost suffocating… Compared to the woman standing beside the boy, she seemed so weak. The so-called protection now appeared to be nothing more than a laughable pretense.
…
Not far away, Chen An was waving goodbye to the woman. Su Ping had her own matters to attend to; she had only brought Chen An along for the ride. Of course, since she brought him, she had to ensure his safe return. So, after reminding him not to wander off and promising to pick him up later, Su Ping left alone.
As for the girl who had been lowering her head, Su Ping lost interest after a brief glance. She was just an ordinary outer sect disciple, nothing more. Even with her junior brother’s connection, Su Ping had no inclination to strike up a conversation. The gap between the outer and inner sects was an insurmountable chasm.
After a brief flurry of activity, the quiet field returned to its usual tranquility.
Perhaps sensing the girl’s emotions, Chen An paused as he walked over. He scratched his head and smiled. “Older sister, why aren’t you talking to me?”
Mu Sanniang looked up at him, standing still without moving or speaking. Chen An’s smile faded. He walked closer, his tone softening considerably. “Older sister?”
The next moment, as his words fell, a soft embrace enveloped him. Mu Sanniang remained silent but proved her longing with her actions. The two held each other tightly, just as they had before. Due to the height difference, Chen An’s cheek was forced to bury itself in the girl’s chest. A faint floral scent filled his nostrils. Mu Sanniang certainly wouldn’t use perfume; it was simply the natural scent of her body. It smelled very pleasant. Chen An couldn’t help but take a deep breath subconsciously. He finally understood why he had often been snuggled before. When one’s age decreases, one’s thoughts undergo subtle changes. For example, becoming more inclined to snuggle with people one likes.
After holding each other tightly for a while in this position, Chen An finally moved his lips and asked softly, “Older sister, you seem to have something on your mind.”
Her eyelashes fluttered as the boy spoke the truth. Her voice was a bit husky as usual, but Chen An didn’t find it unpleasant. “Who is she…” Mu Sanniang asked, her voice very low. Her small face was mostly hidden by her bangs, and her chin, exposed to the outside, was smudged with a bit of dirt. Chen An had to tilt his head back to look at her. He wasn’t the type of slow-witted fool who was oblivious to emotions and quickly understood the meaning behind Mu Sanniang’s words. So, it was because of Senior Sister Su…
A slight smile played on Chen An’s lips. Wanting to tease her, he deliberately asked, “Older sister, are you jealous?” He had expected a denial, perhaps. After all, boys and girls at this age possessed a strong sense of pride. But Mu Sanniang didn’t do that. Her eyes remained fixed on the boy in her embrace, and the grip of her hug tightened unconsciously. She nodded very seriously. “Mm,” the girl hummed softly. Then, Mu Sanniang buried her head, her cheek pressing against Chen An’s.
“Brother, can you… not hold other women’s hands casually? I’ll… feel very uncomfortable.” Her speech was slow. As she spoke, she took Chen An’s right hand and placed it on her chest. That was where her heart was. Her pale blue eyes were locked tightly on Chen An. Mu Sanniang looked at him and said softly, “Brother, it hurts here.”
The girl understood very little. She didn’t know what possessiveness was. Nor did she understand why she felt so sad today, on the day of their reunion. She hid nothing and lacked the so-called maidenly reserve. She simply told Chen An her thoughts bit by bit.
This unexpected answer stunned Chen An. For some reason, he averted his gaze, no longer looking into the girl’s eyes. The gentle breeze in the field rustled the corner of Chen An’s clothes, also stirring a slight ripple in his heart. Seeing his silence, the light in Mu Sanniang’s eyes gradually faded. She opened her mouth as if to say something when Chen An spoke. “She’s my Senior Sister.” He answered truthfully.
“Senior Sister…?”
“Mm.” Chen An composed himself and smiled again. He added, “Older sister, you don’t need to be jealous. I’m not familiar with her. If it wasn’t for me to come find you, Sanniang, I basically wouldn’t talk to her.”
Hearing this, Mu Sanniang paused. She seemed unsure and asked dazedly, “Really?”
“Really.” Chen An nodded heavily, his tone resolute. “We’re not familiar at all! She’s just a tool!” He would rather speak harshly now than see his Sanniang display that heart-wrenching expression again. He truly felt pained. As for Senior Sister Su, she would just have to bear with it for now.
As expected, after hearing Chen An’s firm assurance, the girl’s eyes showed a clear hint of joy. Chen An smiled, then reached out and gently wiped away the dust from her chin. He said softly, “Older sister, smile more in the future. You look very beautiful when you smile.” He then thought of something and added, “Older sister, can you take me to your place? I’m a little curious.”
Mu Sanniang readily agreed to Chen An’s small request. She nodded and turned, about to lead Chen An away. Just then, the boy coughed lightly, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face. His gaze fell on the girl’s chest, and he tentatively asked, “Then… Older sister, can you let go of my hand now?”
Mu Sanniang followed his gaze and realized she was still holding his hand, pressing it to her chest. She shook her head. “I can’t let go.”
Chen An was taken aback, not quite understanding. “Why?”
The girl looked at him and earnestly explained, “It still hurts here. If you don’t help me press it, what if it starts hurting again later?” Chen An’s eyelids twitched. He hadn’t expected the girl to be so insistent on such peculiar matters. He couldn’t help but ask, “But how are we supposed to walk like this…”
Mu Sanniang glanced at him and then, with a swift movement, picked him up. It was like holding a newborn baby. From her embrace came the boy’s loud protest. “Wait, I’m not three years old!” “I can walk by myself!” Mu Sanniang ignored him, walking slowly towards her residence. The warm spring sunlight spilled freely, casting a golden hue on the two small figures in the field.
Recently, I’ve been attacked by various viruses and mycoplasmas. My throat is very uncomfortable, I can’t sleep, and IV drips haven’t helped much. Oh, and the fan group was deleted! There might only be one update today.
