Chapter 10

Why was she looking at her like that?

Did Feng Jian also show such an expression?

So gloomy.

“Little Ke, come down.” Shen Yi’s magnetic voice came from beside her ear, carrying an undeniable tone.

Shen Ke’s eyelashes trembled. She patted Yue Lingqing’s shoulder, signaling Yue Lingqing to put her down.

She was really a bit afraid of Shen Yi.

At that moment, Feng Jian stepped forward. She said, “You don’t want to.”

“Come down.”

“I can carry you.”

Feng Jian’s facial features were fully revealed now—eyebrows and eyes similar to Shen Yi’s.

But because of her pale skin, Feng Jian had an added touch of sickly fragility compared to Shen Yi.

Her voice was low, her enunciation clear, her speech slow. Her gaze stayed fixed on Shen Ke, appearing exceptionally stubborn.

Shen Ke dodged that gaze. She felt Feng Jian was so strange; she didn’t want to face this version of Feng Jian.

Shen Ke ignored Feng Jian and said to Yue Lingqing, “Put me down quick.”

However, Yue Lingqing acted as if she were deaf and didn’t listen to her.

Since Yue Lingqing wouldn’t put her down, Shen Ke simply struggled on her own.

In the end, she successfully got down from Yue Lingqing’s back as she wished.

Yue Lingqing straightened up. Her gaze lingered on Shen Yi’s and Feng Jian’s faces.

Her eyes narrowed, then shifted to Shen Ke’s face. The thoughts in her mind connected into a line, and Yue Lingqing clicked her tongue.

Shen Ke had already woken up; there was no need for her to stay any longer.

So Yue Lingqing said, “Alright then, Shen Ke, Feng Jian, and Big Sis Shen—I’m off.” She deliberately called Shen Yi that way.

She had seen Shen Yi a few times before, but this was the first time facing such a Shen Yi. Her gaze was icy with scrutiny—definitely not friendly.

Shen Ke bit her lip. She was a little unwilling to see Yue Lingqing leave; she felt Shen Yi’s gaze was terrifying.

But it was just a thought. Shen Ke huffed awkwardly, “Thanks for today.” Her cheeks still carried the flush from sleep, making her tsundere look especially cute.

Yue Lingqing found it a bit amusing. It was the first time she had heard Shen Ke say thanks. She had thought someone like Shen Ke would never utter those two words in her lifetime. Today’s Shen Ke was too different.

“Mm, I’m off.”

After saying that, Yue Lingqing really left.

Shen Yi, the only adult present, showed no intention of exchanging pleasantries.

As Yue Lingqing’s back gradually shrank in the distance, Shen Ke pursed her lips. She didn’t want to face Shen Yi, nor did she want to face Feng Jian.

But Shen Yi’s voice already sounded, “Little Ke, why didn’t you answer the calls I made to you?”

Shen Ke turned her head and met Shen Yi’s pitch-black pupils. Lacking confidence, she said, “I had it on silent.” In truth, she had seen them and chosen not to pick up.

Shen Yi’s face showed no expression. She seemed unwilling to pursue it further and turned around. “Mm, get some rest.” No one could see the darkness in her eyes; she was very unhappy.

Shen Ke let out a breath of relief. Remembering that man from today, she asked, “Big Sis, does our family have any enemies?”

With her back to Shen Ke, Shen Yi’s light tone carried a hint of chill, “The Shen Family has many enemies.”

“Little Ke, did something happen?”

Shen Ke furrowed her brows and said fiercely, “Big Sis, I took the subway today and someone followed me.”

“You have to find that person.”

Hearing this, the black pupils behind Shen Yi’s glasses turned cold. “Mm, alright.”

Not particularly solemn words, but they allowed Shen Ke to slightly relax.

Shen Yi was scary, but she was also very capable.

Shen Yi seemed to have other matters to handle and left without saying more.

Leaving Shen Ke and Feng Jian behind.

With only Feng Jian there, Shen Ke’s demeanor toughened up. She looked Feng Jian up and down and snorted coldly, “Ugly as hell, like a pig’s head.”

Feng Jian said nothing and just kept staring at Shen Ke.

Her face was covered in bruises of blue and purple. The red marks from her own strangling on her neck hadn’t faded, making her entire appearance look utterly disheveled against her skin.

Shen Ke thought this Feng Jian resembled a dirty little stray dog that no one wanted.

The gaze that had initially terrified her now seemed like an illusion.

Yeah, an illusion. She must have seen wrong. How could someone like Feng Jian show such a gloomy expression? Like a pervert.

Shen Ke glared at Feng Jian, then bumped her shoulder as she brushed past.

After walking a few steps, she looked back and saw Feng Jian still standing in place, her back to Shen Ke, her figure exuding an inexplicable pitifulness.

Shen Ke gritted her teeth. She wouldn’t pity Feng Jian. When the day came for identities to be revealed, the one to pity would be her.

Shen Ke didn’t notice that as she climbed the stairs, Feng Jian turned around. Her gaze steadily fixed on Shen Ke’s figure. A sickly obsession gleamed in her pitch-black eyes, a storm of mad possessiveness brewing in those narrow, elongated pupils, ready to devour everything.

Shen Ke, I’ve become a bit greedy.

At seven-thirty that evening, the Shen Family gathered once more.

Because of Feng Jian, Shen Mother said everyone had to come home for dinner these days. However, Shen Yu had a racing competition today and was the only one absent.

Looking at Feng Jian’s disheveled state, Shen Mother said flatly, “I’ve already heard about the matter from Big Sis. No matter what Little Ke did wrong, you shouldn’t have bullied her.” Her gaze lingered pointedly on Feng Jian’s neck. “Also, you’re still a student. I hope your private life stays clean.”

There wasn’t much accusation in her tone; it was more like casual chat.

Feng Jian offered no rebuttal. She quietly lowered her head, just as she usually did.

Shen Mother shook her head. This child was too silent. She had been the first to receive news of the school incident today.

She had planned to send her assistant, but Shen Yi, who had come to draft a contract, said she would go.

Shen Mother hadn’t stopped her. Later, learning the cause from Shen Yi, Shen Mother wasn’t angry.

Kids always had their little squabbles.

Hearing Shen Mother notice the marks on Feng Jian’s neck, Shen Ke revealed a smug smile.

Listen to that—I hope your private life stays clean. Heh, her idea had worked.

Now, Feng Jian’s image in their minds was surely even worse.

This pleasant mood only faded a little when Shen Ke lay in bed.

She was a very bad person.

The villa had constant temperature systems, so the room was neither too cold nor too hot.

After finishing homework, it was already ten. After washing up, Shen Ke wore her favorite short white nightdress and lay on the soft bed.

Her curly black hair spread out. She picked up a strand of her black hair and twirled it. Her curls were permed, while Shen Yu’s were natural.

Shen Yi’s hair was straight and black, very smooth. Mm, Feng Jian’s too…

Feng Jian. Mm, next time have her do my homework…

Her mind wandered aimlessly with random thoughts until time approached eleven.

Shen Ke yawned and closed her eyes, ready to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door—gentle, unhurried, three times.

Shen Ke rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, mumbling grumpily, “Who is it? Knocking so late.”

As she spoke, Shen Ke reached the door and opened it.

Standing outside was Shen Yi’s tall figure.

Shen Ke’s breath hitched. Timidly, she called, “Big Sis, it’s so late. What do you need?”

These past few days, Shen Yi had been seeking her out unusually often. In the past, she might not knock on her door even once a year.

Shen Yi wore fitted white pajamas. Without the suit vest, this attire made her seem a bit softer. “We’ll talk inside.”

Shen Ke didn’t want a late-night heart-to-heart with Shen Yi, but she didn’t dare refuse. So she stepped back, let Shen Yi in, and closed the door.

Seeing Shen Yi head to the bedside, Shen Ke followed and asked, “Big Sis, what’s the matter?”

Shen Yi looked at Shen Ke. “Come here. Sit on the bed.”

Shen Ke felt baffled but obediently sat on the edge of the bed.

The short skirt ended midway on her thighs. When she sat, the hem rode up a bit, exposing more of her legs.

Shen Yi glanced impassively and said, “Have you showered?”

Shen Ke looked up at Shen Yi and nodded. “Yes.”

The room was lit with warm yellow light—bright but not harsh, illuminating the layout cozily.

It felt familiar. Last time, Shen Yi had stood like this too, then made her lift her foot and cried.

Shen Ke curled her toes slightly. Her hands on the bedsheet unconsciously clenched.

Because she was sitting, her skirt seemed too short. Her two fair, slender legs were boldly exposed.

The outfit wasn’t improper normally, but under Shen Yi’s gaze now, Shen Ke felt uneasy. She pressed her legs together and lowered her eyes.

Unbeknownst to her, Shen Ke’s current posture looked like an invitation to savor.

Shen Yi’s eyes were very dark. She said faintly, “Wait here for me.”

Shen Ke obediently replied, “Okay.” Then she watched Shen Yi head to the bathroom.

When she emerged, she held a dampened towel.

Every room’s bathroom had spare towels, so it wasn’t odd for Shen Yi to take one.

What Shen Ke didn’t expect was what Shen Yi said next.

Shen Yi came before Shen Ke and said lowly, “Lift the hair at the back of your neck.”

Shen Ke froze. Stammering, she said, “W-what?”

Shen Yi didn’t speak again. She reached out, parted Shen Ke’s hair, exposing her fair nape and the faint pink bite mark.

Shen Ke went rigid all over. Her voice began to tremble. “B-Big Sis, what are you doing?”

Shen Yi lowered her head and began wiping with the wet towel. Her words were simple and direct: “Dirty.” She found it very dirty, very irritating.

Shen Yi’s touch wasn’t heavy, but Shen Ke found it terrifying. Shen Yi was becoming more abnormal.

Gradually, Shen Ke’s eyes reddened—a sign she was about to cry.

She was very afraid of Shen Yi, very afraid of this strange Shen Yi. She had been wiping for so long.

“It’s not dirty. I showered.” Shen Ke’s voice carried a sob.

She had no temper before Shen Yi. The only way she expressed displeasure was by crying.

Tears silently trailed from the corners of her eyes onto the hem of her skirt, dripping and spreading into dark little spots.

Shen Yi stopped her movements.

Shen Ke thought it was over, but then Shen Yi bent down and reached for her thigh.

The instant those cold fingers touched her, Shen Ke trembled all over.

Shen Yi lowered her eyes and could see the pale thigh flesh quivering, sending faint ripples.

This place had been gripped by that Yue Family kid’s hands. Dirty.

Shen Yi gripped firmly, lifted Shen Ke’s thigh, and began wiping it with the towel.

This motion forced Shen Ke’s upper body to lean back. She raised one hand and bit her index finger. Tears flowed nonstop, while her face flushed deep red.

It would be seen in this position.

Her skirt was already short. With her legs parted, the hem would ride up.

Though not blood-related and their relationship not close, she had always seen Shen Yi as Big Sis.

This was too shameful.

“Don’t—”

“Don’t wipe anymore.”

Shen Ke’s voice was somewhat delicate, mixed with sobs, sounding sticky and soft.

Shen Yi looked up at her, taking in Shen Ke’s reddened brows and eyes, the glistening tears. The darkness in her eyes was thick and unmelting.

Crying like this was too beautiful, Shen Ke.

Shen Yi lowered her head again, switched to the other leg, and wiped meticulously. Her gaze easily caught the usually hidden spot, shielded by pale yellow fabric but outlined clearly from the sitting position.

Too beautiful, Shen Ke.

Shen Yi’s expression remained neutral, but her gaze was exceptionally deep, an unnamed emotion spreading.

Shen Ke couldn’t see it. She only felt the wiping on her thighs growing heavier.

So strange, too strange.

Shen Ke kept crying. The wiped areas itched. She wanted to evade, but how could she?

Each touch from Shen Yi filled her with fear.

Shen Ke’s toes curled tightly. She pressed Shen Yi’s shoulders and, for the first time, mustered courage to yell at her, “I told you to stop wiping!”

Her fair arms crossed her cheeks. The sweet scent from Shen Ke wafted into her nose, and Shen Yi halted.

Shen Ke sensed it. Tears still clung to her face. Looking at Shen Yi, she met those narrow eyes.

Shen Ke realized she had just yelled at Shen Yi.

She swallowed timidly. This wasn’t her fault; it was because Shen Yi kept wiping her thighs.

Shen Ke pursed her lips and silently withdrew her hand. However, in the next second, her cheeks were pinched, forcing her lips apart.

Shen Ke widened her eyes and stared blankly at Shen Yi.

Shen Yi’s expression remained cold, as if she hadn’t noticed Shen Ke’s surprised and frightened look.

She reached out and pressed against Shen Ke’s lips, then slipped two fingers inside, pressing down on Shen Ke’s soft tongue.

Her mouth invaded by the foreign object, Shen Ke broke out in cold sweat all over her body. She had no idea what Shen Yi intended to do, but at that moment, Shen Yi’s gaze was terrifying—like she wanted to devour her.

Shen Ke’s lips were soft, her mouth warm and wet. The fingers sank into it with a strange sensation.

Shen Yi pinched Shen Ke’s cheeks, forcing her to tilt her head up. With her lips unable to close, saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

Shen Yi said lowly, “I always thought people’s mouths were disgusting.”

Shen Ke sniffled. With Shen Yi’s hand in her mouth, she didn’t dare speak.

Shen Yi pulled her hand out. Her fingers were slick and glistening, coated in Shen Ke’s saliva. Disgusting? No, this wasn’t disgusting.

Before Shen Ke could catch her breath, Shen Yi’s face suddenly loomed larger in front of her.

Shen Yi said lowly, “Shen Ke, I’ve lost control.”

Shen Ke had no time to ponder those words as another pair of lips suddenly covered hers.

Soft, cool, carrying a cold fragrance.

They belonged to Shen Yi.

Shen Ke’s pupils contracted sharply, and she began to whimper. She was crazy—Shen Yi was crazy! How could she, how could she kiss her? She was Shen Yi’s little sister—