Upon seeing Jiang Zhi again, her beauty remained as transcendent as ever. A trace of detached coolness flickered in her eyes, though her lips curved slightly upwards when she saw him.
Jiang Huai, however, felt there was something inexplicable and complex in Jiang Zhi’s gaze.
“Let’s go,” Jiang Zhi produced the Spirit Boat, and together they ascended to the dome. Although the sun was unusually bright today, its gentle spring warmth kissed the air, but as Jiang Huai began to draw down the heavenly Lightning Tribulation, the sky plunged into darkness, thunder rolling within the clouds.
This time, however, the Lightning Tribulation in the sky was no longer as terrifying as before. There was only a single Divine Firmament Lightning Tribulation, which Jiang Huai, with his current cultivation level, could withstand. Jiang Huai faintly glimpsed another wisp of gray spiritual light surging towards him. He had no time to dodge, and in an instant, countless gray mists enveloped his body.
He had once again fallen into the Tribulation of Inner Demon.
“Brother?”
Someone called out from the darkness.
Jiang Huai slowly opened his eyes, his mind instantly snapping back to awareness. He looked up to see the girl beside him sitting on a chair, wearing a white camisole and hot pants. Her slender, white and tender legs were crossed, her toes slightly pointed. In her hand, she held a carton of vanilla ice cream.
Seeing him wake up, Jiang Ning picked up a spoon, scooped some ice cream, and brought it to his lips. Almost instinctively, Jiang Huai opened his mouth and took a bite, then groggily asked, “Why is it you again?”
“Huh?” Jiang Ning tilted her head. “Besides your dearest, cutest sister, who else would come home to feed you ice cream?”
“No, I mean…”
Jiang Huai slowly regained his senses.
He had fallen into the Tribulation of Inner Demon again, but what did it want to tell him this time? He had frankly acknowledged everything from his past. Why was he returning to this summer spent with Jiang Ning?
Or perhaps, because this life held no regrets or inner demons for him, he was constantly drawn into the illusions of his past life.
This time, Jiang Huai was no longer as flustered. After all, time within the Tribulation of Inner Demon was illusory. No matter how long it seemed to pass, reality would only experience an instant. It was as good as having had a dream.
“What’s the date today?” he asked hazily, sitting up. He realized he was only wearing his underwear, his body bare. Outside the window, the world was scorching hot, and the glass behind the curtains felt slightly warm to the touch.
“The sixteenth. It’s the school sports meet, I ran back to be with you,” Jiang Ning picked up the spoon again, scooped some ice cream, and brought it to his lips. Just as Jiang Huai was about to eat it, Jiang Ning suddenly pulled her hand back and ate the ice cream herself, slyly sticking out her tongue to lick her lips.
“…” Jiang Huai was speechless. He took out his phone and checked the time, doing a quick mental calculation. It was likely Jiang Ning’s sophomore year, two years before his death in his previous life.
“Want some?” Jiang Ning winked at him.
“Go get me another one from the fridge,” Jiang Huai said to her impatiently.
“It’s the last one,” Jiang Ning opened her mouth, her delicate pink tongue extending out. She scooped another spoonful of ice cream and placed it on her tongue, the tip gently swaying as she looked at him.
Jiang Huai gave her a look as if she were an idiot, picked up his clothes, and put them on. He reached out and tapped her head. “Idiot.”
Jiang Ning’s expression instantly turned aggrieved.
“Congratulations on getting first place again in resisting your sister’s seduction. Your reward is to help your sister wash her socks.”
“Wash them yourself, you bastard!” Jiang Huai walked out of the bathroom, looking at Jiang Ning, who was now sprawled on his bed. The girl’s figure was now quite slender. Her legs, exposed beneath her hot pants, were long and fair, her calf lifted and swinging gently. She was now holding his phone, looking through his browsing history from the previous night.
“Ew, Fesaki’s works… Loli-con is so perverted,” Jiang Ning taunted Jiang Huai’s taste without mercy. Jiang Huai leaned in, snatched his phone back, and retorted, “If I recall correctly, a few years ago you said that loli-cons were elegant, sophisticated, outstanding, and tasteful?”
“Because back then, I was still a loli.” Jiang Ning turned over, lying on his bed. “But now, I’m a young lady.”
“Shameless.”
“You’re the shameless one, you loli-con.” Jiang Ning puffed out her cheeks, then rolled over on his bed. She then lifted her white and tender legs. Her white and tender feet were still wearing spotless white socks, waiting for him to take them off. Jiang Huai shot her an annoyed look, but she simply raised her leg and looked at him. After a stalemate, Jiang Huai took off her socks and set them aside, even flicking his hand with disdain.
“What do you mean by that!?” Jiang Ning seemed particularly displeased with Jiang Huai’s flicking gesture. She lifted her white and tender foot and kicked his shoulder several times. “I smell nice, and so do my socks!”
Jiang Huai grabbed her ankle, pressing her leg against her shoulder. After a short while, Jiang Ning begged for mercy, “It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!”
Jiang Huai released his hand. Jiang Ning took the opportunity to kick his shoulder a few more times, then grabbed the air-conditioned quilt and wrapped herself completely inside, giving Jiang Huai no chance for retaliation. Her eyes stared at him unblinkingly. “Someone’s favorites list is full of foot-related tags, yet in reality, he pretends to be disgusted by his beautiful sister’s socks!”
“Stop it, I’m going to puke.” Jiang Huai put on a nauseated expression. Jiang Ning immediately went into a frenzy, rolling around on his bed. Jiang Huai sighed helplessly and sat down on the bedside.
Logically, at this time, he should be going out to deliver food soon. But at this moment, he knew he was in the illusion of the Tribulation of Inner Demon, so there was no need to deliver food. What should he do now?
“What are you going to do later?” Jiang Ning suddenly asked him.
“I don’t know. It’s so hot today, I’m not delivering food.”
“It’s rare to hear you say that,” Jiang Ning snorted lightly, tossed the quilt aside, and lightly patted her snow-white thighs beneath her hot pants. “Want to sleep some more?”
“I’d be eternally grateful if you’d get off my bed and sleep in your own room.”
“No, no. In the past, I always slept with my head on your lap. Now, I’m mercifully returning the favor.”
Fortunately, Jiang Huai’s bed was large enough. Even when he lay on his side, his head could just about rest on Jiang Ning’s soft thighs. He kept his eyes open, watching Jiang Ning reach out and gently touch his head as if giving a massage. It was soft, but lacked any real strength.
It was indeed soft.
After a short while, he couldn’t get used to sleeping on his back and rolled over, his cheek pressing against Jiang Ning’s thigh. Her body seemed to exude a faint fragrance, though he didn’t know what brand of perfume it was, or why it was on her legs.
Jiang Ning’s hand gently covered his cheek, her voice becoming very soft. “Sleep, sleep.”
However, Jiang Huai only lay there for a short while before getting up and sleeping beside Jiang Ning. He poked her face with his finger. “Go back to sleep, okay?”
“You dislike me?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll cling to you even more.” The next moment, Jiang Ning pounced, embracing him tightly. Her long legs pinned him down securely, her forehead pressed firmly against his. Jiang Huai looked at her with utter disdain, finding it difficult to push her away.
“You’re so hot, so hot, just because you dislike me,” Jiang Ning puffed out her cheeks and mumbled softly.
Jiang Huai simply closed his eyes. After a long while, Jiang Ning finally relaxed her embrace slightly, her cheek resting against his chest. She then drifted off into a hazy sleep.
When Jiang Huai opened his eyes again, he was still looking at the familiar ceiling, but Jiang Ning was nowhere to be seen.
He vaguely heard humming from the bathroom. When he sat up, Jiang Ning emerged, wrapped in a bath towel. The towel was very short, just barely covering her chest and her soft buttocks. Water droplets flowed slowly down her collarbone.
They looked at each other for a moment. Jiang Huai didn’t blush, but surprisingly, Jiang Ning’s face turned red first. She guiltily averted her gaze. “Why are you awake already?”
“I just woke up naturally…”
“Oh… you were so hot earlier, I was sweating a lot holding you, so I went to take a shower.” Jiang Ning hugged her chest tightly, wrapped in the bath towel. She went to the wardrobe, took out her clothes, and mumbled, “I’m going to get dressed. Close your eyes, no peeking.”
Jiang Huai pulled the quilt over his head, covering it completely. Jiang Ning looked at the big fool wrapped in the quilt and carefully fastened her bra. She said resentfully, “Yeah, even if I didn’t say it, you’d want to shut your eyes tight. Why don’t you take a peek?”
Jiang Huai ignored her.
After a while, seeing that there was no more movement, Jiang Huai thought she must have finished changing. He cautiously removed the quilt and opened his eyes. In front of him, Jiang Ning was sitting on a chair, wearing a white lace-trimmed bra. She sat with her legs crossed, staring at him with unblinking eyes.
Jiang Huai immediately retreated like a turtle into its shell, pulling his head back inside. “Why aren’t you done changing yet?”
“There’s still water on my body that I haven’t wiped off. I’ll get dressed later. Do I have a good figure?” Her voice now carried a hint of playfulness.
“Do you have a figure?”
“Hey, hey, don’t hold onto your old stereotypes about me, okay? I have breasts and legs now. I’m a super beautiful girl. Have some taste, okay?”
“It’s just a washboard you squeezed out.”
Jiang Ning instantly raised her white and tender foot indignantly and stomped on his stomach several times through the quilt. “It’s not a washboard! Humph, you’re too scared to look, you can only secretly slander me.”
Jiang Huai paid her no mind. After a while longer, when Jiang Ning had put on her dress, Jiang Huai finally let out a long sigh of relief and emerged from the covers. He looked at Jiang Ning, who was now sitting carelessly on the chair with her legs stretched out. Her white and tender feet were placed beside Jiang Huai’s hands, within easy reach.
Seeing him finally emerge from his shell, Jiang Ning straightened up, lightly grasping her skirt at the waist and pulling it back to reveal the full, round curves of her chest. While not excessively voluptuous, they were firm and delicate, just the right amount of softness.
“Open your eyes and look carefully,” she pouted slightly, then poked her chest with her finger, feeling it spring back instinctively. She let out a proud snort. But when she looked back at Jiang Huai, she found him holding his phone, turned to the side, watching videos, and completely ignoring her.
“Bastard!” Jiang Ning couldn’t help but pounce again, grabbing his face and kneading it fiercely. Then, Jiang Huai subdued her in turn, holding her white and tender face in his hand, contorting it into various comical shapes.
