The intense scenes blared on from the TV screen. Someone slammed the remote control down on the sofa and cranked the volume all the way up.
Jiang Xiaoyi jumped in fright and lifted her hands right away. Between her gasps for breath, her mouth hung open unconsciously while her tongue was repeatedly teased and sucked. Saliva overflowed from the corners of her lips.
“…”
Jiang Xiaoyi tilted her neck back a little, parting her lips to get some air. She panted rapidly a few times before Meng Chuning cupped her cheeks and kissed her again.
Meng Chuning leaned down to trace her lips delicately, cracking her eyes open just enough to gaze at Jiang Xiaoyi’s face.
“It tickles,” Jiang Xiaoyi murmured, a tingling numbness prickling between her lips. Unable to take it anymore, she turned her head away. Then she scooted toward the edge of the sofa, grabbed a glass from the coffee table, and drained it.
Meng Chuning leaned back against the sofa to catch her breath. A heat stirred in her lower abdomen, and suddenly she wondered if she ought to take another shower.
The sweet romance drama on screen had reached the familiar lights-out scene. Jiang Xiaoyi didn’t dare look. She fumbled for the remote, turned down the volume, and switched channels.
“Xiaoyi.”
Meng Chuning called out to her suddenly. Jiang Xiaoyi clutched the empty glass and shot to her feet in a panic. “I’ll go refill this with water.”
She hurried out of the living room and poured herself another glass of ice water, downing it in one go. She felt like she was burning up.
As expected, there was no sound announcing the mission’s completion. Jiang Xiaoyi wasn’t surprised. She’d been completely swept along by Meng Chuning—kissed breathless with no chance to fight back.
She filled a fresh glass with warm water for Meng Chuning and only returned once her nerves had settled. “Sister, want some water?”
Meng Chuning took a sip and asked, “Did you get the hang of it?”
The sudden question made Jiang Xiaoyi’s whole body jolt. “I… I think I did.”
It seemed pretty straightforward, but how was she supposed to prove she’d learned it?
Meng Chuning set the glass aside and looked up at her. “Want to give it a try?”
“Hm?” Jiang Xiaoyi caught on to what she meant and felt the heat rise again. Were they going to keep kissing?
There didn’t seem to be any other way to complete the mission. Jiang Xiaoyi swallowed dryly. “Yeah, let’s try.”
Meng Chuning watched her quietly. Her lips were a little red—probably from where Jiang Xiaoyi had accidentally nipped her earlier.
“…”
Jiang Xiaoyi scooted over slowly. She brushed her fingertip lightly against Meng Chuning’s lip corner. “Sister, I’ll be careful.”
“Mm, good.” As soon as Meng Chuning finished speaking, warmth pressed against her lips. Fine, dense kisses rained down, leaving them slick and wet.
Jiang Xiaoyi leaned forward, her lips brushing close. “Sister, open your mouth.”
“Mm…” Meng Chuning parted her lips obediently. What followed was a deep, invading kiss full of aggressive intent. Her breaths grew shallow, red flushing up to her earlobes.
Jiang Xiaoyi tasted lightly at first, but it wasn’t enough. In the end, she plunged in like an army conquering territory, claiming every inch. Their breaths mingled in rhythm, but Jiang Xiaoyi’s mind gradually blanked out. Her body nearly pinned Meng Chuning down.
Meng Chuning pulled back slightly, and Jiang Xiaoyi chased after her.
Only when her lips went numb and she desperately needed air did a system prompt flash through Jiang Xiaoyi’s mind.
Ding-dong—
【Random Task completed. Host Account balance: 650,000 yuan.】
“…”
Jiang Xiaoyi pulled away just in time and slumped against the sofa, still catching her breath. Meng Chuning straddled her waist and leaned down, clearly aiming to continue.
“Wait, Sister.” Jiang Xiaoyi gripped her waist with both hands and pushed her back a bit. Her face burned crimson. “Don’t… don’t sit on me like this.”
Meng Chuning’s bath towel was on the verge of slipping off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and having her sit like that was way too erotic.
“Why not?” Meng Chuning’s lips were a bit swollen. Her snow-white legs folded on either side of Jiang Xiaoyi’s waist, her whole body melting into her embrace.
“No… no more kissing.” Jiang Xiaoyi pinched her waist and easily shifted her onto the sofa. “I’ve got it down now.”
If they kept going, something they weren’t ready for was bound to happen.
“Sister, you should turn in early. I’m heading to bed.” Jiang Xiaoyi mumbled as she retreated to her own room. She leaned back against the door with her eyes shut, quietly impressed by her own self-control.
That sleepless System was ridiculous. To think it could come up with a way to complete the mission like this.
Everything that had happened these past couple of days felt excessive. Before she knew it, she’d gotten so intimate with Meng Chuning in all sorts of ways. What was the System playing at? Every mission it issued just pushed her to get cozy with Meng Chuning over and over.
“…”
Jiang Xiaoyi felt lost all over again. How many more times would she have to get intimate with Meng Chuning before she could shake off the System?
The temperature in the bedroom seemed to climb higher.
Jiang Xiaoyi tugged at her collar, fanning herself lightly. Her clothes felt cool and damp.
She glanced down and dabbed a finger at it. When had she spilled water?
“…”
Jiang Xiaoyi clenched her fist tight, remembering how Meng Chuning had sat on her waist.
A knock sounded at the door. Jiang Xiaoyi rubbed her sticky fingers and flung it open, poking out her flushed face. “What’s up, Sister?”
Meng Chuning had changed into pajamas back in her room. Her lips still looked swollen. Jiang Xiaoyi asked softly, “Sister, does your mouth hurt?”
“No.” Meng Chuning’s gaze drifted down to the half-closed door. “Xiaoyi, are you hiding behind the door because you’re scared I’ll do something to you?”
Jiang Xiaoyi’s cheeks and neck flushed red. Meng Chuning thought she was just too innocent—shy for so long after a single kiss.
“I didn’t think that about you, Sister.” Jiang Xiaoyi pulled the door open wide. She’d only reacted that way on instinct because she’d been thinking illicit thoughts when the knock came.
“Why are your clothes wet?” Meng Chuning’s eyes dropped lower, noticing the dark patch on Jiang Xiaoyi’s light-colored hem. She started to suggest changing but caught herself and shut her mouth.
Jiang Xiaoyi followed her gaze downward and explained haltingly, “This seems like… yours, Sister…”
“Go to sleep. Good night.” Meng Chuning cut her off, turning back to her room with a huff.
“…”
Jiang Xiaoyi bit her lip. Had she messed up by explaining?
…
The next day, Jiang Xiaoyi dragged her suitcase out the door just as Meng Chuning emerged from her room.
Last night’s events had been mortifying for Meng Chuning. She’d gotten that worked up from a kiss, and Jiang Xiaoyi had explained it all so earnestly.
Their eyes met, and Meng Chuning’s lashes trembled. “Xiaoyi, you’re up.”
“Yeah. Sister, did you sleep okay last night?” Jiang Xiaoyi walked over and peered at her. “There’s some pretty bad redness in your eyes.”
“…” Meng Chuning blinked and thought that no, she hadn’t slept—but if she could have slept after that kiss, her stamina would have been superhuman. Still, last night had familiarized her with Jiang Xiaoyi, at least with her mouth.
“Xiaoyi, let me drive you to the airport. We’re running a bit late.” Meng Chuning reached for the suitcase, but Jiang Xiaoyi dodged. “I got it.”
The driver waited downstairs. Jiang Xiaoyi loaded her suitcase into the car. “Sister, the driver’s taking me. Why don’t you head back and catch some sleep?”
Rushing back and forth this early before work would tire her out. Jiang Xiaoyi wanted Meng Chuning to rest more—no need to see her off.
Meng Chuning climbed in first. “I can sleep on the way back.”
“Fine.” Jiang Xiaoyi bent down to get in. Her phone buzzed a few times. She picked up to Lu Xi’s voice.
Lu Xi stood at Jiang Xiaoyi’s home right then. “Xiaoyi, you haven’t made it back yet?”
“I’m on my way—should be there in about two hours. What’s up, Sister Lu Xi?”
“I was gonna swing by and pick you up to meet CV Pear Juice on the way. Oh well, if you’re not here.” Lu Xi shrugged it off.
“To meet Pear Juice?!” Jiang Xiaoyi’s voice lit up with excitement. “Sister Lu Xi, is CV Pear Juice the voice teacher you lined up for me?”
Lu Xi chuckled at how thrilled she sounded. “Director Zhou put in a good word with Pear Juice Teacher ahead of time. After all, he recommended you for the crew—if you don’t nail it, he loses face, right?”
“Yeah, yeah! I have to thank Director Zhou properly, and the boss too.” Jiang Xiaoyi hung up, buzzing with excitement.
Boss Ruan Feng must be tight with Director Zhou for him to snag CV Pear Juice as her voice coach. Jiang Xiaoyi felt incredibly lucky.
Meng Chuning turned her face slightly to look at her. “Something to be happy about?”
Jiang Xiaoyi leaned back in her seat, grinning ear to ear. “I get to meet CV Pear Juice Teacher today. I’m so excited.”
“Sister, did you know? Pear Juice Teacher’s never shown her face online or at events—she always wears a mask. Fans are dying to see what she looks like.”
Jiang Xiaoyi trailed off, sensing Meng Chuning wasn’t all that interested.
Meng Chuning watched Jiang Xiaoyi’s face glow with enthusiasm and narrowed her eyes slightly. “Are you curious about what Pear Juice looks like too?”
Jiang Xiaoyi nodded.
The car sped along, the airport drawing nearer, but the atmosphere inside grew quiet all of a sudden.
Meng Chuning said, a touch forlorn, “Are you that happy to be apart from me?”
“Huh?” Jiang Xiaoyi blinked, caught off guard. Why would Sister ask that?
“Sister, you’ll be back in A City tomorrow. We’re not really separating.” Jiang Xiaoyi smiled. “What time do you land? I can pick you up at the airport.”
“…” Meng Chuning felt she’d come off too needy. “I get in late. No need—I have a driver.”
Right—Sister had a driver. She didn’t need her.
The car pulled up at the airport drop-off. Jiang Xiaoyi noticed Meng Chuning seemed unhappy, her smile dimmed. But she hadn’t said anything to upset her, had she?
Jiang Xiaoyi got out, then climbed right back in and shut the door tight. The driver stepped out to wait.
Meng Chuning found herself boxed back into her seat. Jiang Xiaoyi leaned in close. “Sister, are you upset?”
Meng Chuning had been a little bummed, but hearing that chased it away.
She shook her head. “No.”
A faint blush colored Meng Chuning’s cheeks, her face puffing out slightly as she spoke. Today she wore a pink pleated skirt that bared her long, snow-white legs—sweet and alluring in a whole new style.
Jiang Xiaoyi wasn’t convinced. “Sister, do you know what you look like right now?”
Meng Chuning furrowed her brow lightly. “What?”
“Like a sulky little cake.” Jiang Xiaoyi mimicked her frown. “Sister, you have to smile to be sweet.”
“…” Meng Chuning’s lips curved down. Was her unhappiness that obvious?
Had Sister just smiled?
Jiang Xiaoyi kept praising her. “You look even prettier when you smile, Sister.”
Meng Chuning couldn’t help laughing. “Such a sweet mouth.”
The words slipped out before she could stop them. Jiang Xiaoyi leaned in. “Want a taste, then, Sister?”
“…” Meng Chuning stared at her lips. Jiang Xiaoyi was teasing her again.
Jiang Xiaoyi retreated slowly. Why had she followed up like that?
“Sister, pretend I didn’t say that.” She reached to push the door open. Meng Chuning caught her wrist.
Darkness fell over her vision. Jiang Xiaoyi looked up to find softness on her lips. She froze in a daze for a moment before her lips were pried apart.
Meng Chuning cupped her face. “How can I taste if you don’t open up?”
“…”
Jiang Xiaoyi’s breaths turned erratic. Blushing, she parted her lips obediently and let herself be tasted—for a full ten minutes.
It wasn’t until after boarding the plane that Jiang Xiaoyi realized: it clearly wasn’t a mission, so why had she kissed her older sister again? Was it just because she’d responded with that one sentence that her older sister kissed her, or because her older sister hadn’t gotten enough kisses last night?
The kissing lasted even longer than yesterday. Will sis have to shower and change clothes again when she gets back?
?!
Jiang Xiaoyi immediately patted her cheeks to snap out of it—what on earth was she thinking?
Before shutting down, Jiang Xiaoyi received a message from Meng Chuning.
M: [Gotta change clothes when I get back.]
M: [Aggrieved kitty.jpg]
Jiang Xiaoyi’s fingers trembled. No way.
Xiao Yi: [Why…?]
M: [Wet.]
Jiang Xiaoyi: “?!”
Explanation
The reasoning process follows these steps to ensure an accurate and concise translation:
1. Identify the source text components: The input “：“？！”” consists of a character name followed by dialogue. “” is the full name of the character, and “？！” represents a non-verbal exclamation of surprise or confusion.
2. Map to English equivalents using provided context: From the character list, “” translates to “Jiang Xiaoyi” (She/Her, Protagonist). The dialogue “？！” is a universal punctuation-based expression, directly rendered as “?!” in English to preserve its emotional impact without adding words.
3. Maintain original format and style: The structure (Character name: “Dialogue”) is retained for fidelity to the source, using standard English quotes. No additional text is inserted, as the instruction specifies outputting only the translation.
4. Adhere to output constraints: The response contains solely the translated text, excluding any explanatory notes or extras, to comply with “Output only translation.”
Sister, you don’t have to be so direct.
M: [Image]
Jiang Xiaoyi hurriedly turned off her phone, not daring to look at what picture Meng Chuning had sent.
