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Across the way, Qin Ruan noticed Wen Yixin standing still, not moving, and she couldn't help but jog over, concern evident in her voice: "Sister, why are you just standing here?"

Wen Yixin snapped out of her thoughts, shaking her head slightly: "It's nothing."

"I was just lost in thought."

Qin Ruan blinked: "What were you thinking about, Sister?"

Wen Yixin smiled: "I was thinking about you."

Surprised by the unexpected answer, Qin Ruan felt a bit shy: "But I'm right here beside you. How could you be thinking about me?"

Always trying to make her feel good.

"Even when you're beside me, I still think about you." Wen Yixin's voice was laced with amusement. "When I went to buy water earlier, I saw some flowers and thought about buying a bouquet for you."

"Then, when I got back and saw you, I started thinking about what to say when I give them to you. Even though I didn't come up with anything special, I still want to give you the flowers."

With those words, Wen Yixin smiled warmly as she offered the bouquet of pink roses to Qin Ruan: "Ruan Ruan, these flowers are for you."

Qin Ruan's lips curved into a wide smile, and she looked down at the bouquet being handed to her.

The pink roses were in full bloom, with fresh petals glistening with dew, vibrant and beautiful.

She happily accepted the flowers: "Thank you, Sister."

"I'm really happy to receive flowers from you today."

Wen Yixin took Qin Ruan's hand, guiding her forward as she spoke softly, her words drifting gently into Qin Ruan's ears: "I'm also very happy to have you by my side."

They intended to return to their original spot, but by the time they got there, someone else had already taken it.

Wen Yixin glanced around. Since the fountain show had started, more people had gathered, making the area more crowded than before.

With no other option, she led Qin Ruan to a corner on the other side, where the view wasn't as good but there were fewer people.

As soon as they settled in, the fountain show officially began. The previous bursts of water had just been a warm-up.

"It's starting." Wen Yixin smiled warmly at Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan's eyes curved as she responded with a soft "mm," tightening her grip on Wen Yixin's hand as they watched the performance together.

As the lights and music synchronized, numerous jets of water shot up from the river, with the central fountain reaching the highest point. As it gradually descended, a mist formed in the air, creating a semicircular rainbow above the river.

The fountains continued to rise and fall, occasionally intertwining, and swayed in time with the ever-changing lights and music, creating a dazzling display. At one point, even images appeared in the water, adding to the spectacle.

The show lasted about ten minutes before it gradually came to an end, and the surrounding crowd began to disperse.

Wen Yixin gently squeezed Qin Ruan's hand and turned to her: "Ruan Ruan, shall we head back too?"

Qin Ruan turned her head, her eyes smiling: "Okay."

Wen Yixin looked at her and suddenly laughed.

Qin Ruan was momentarily stunned, not understanding: "Sister, what are you laughing at?"

Wen Yixin didn't answer, simply reaching out to smooth down Qin Ruan's hair, feeling the fine mist that had settled on it.

She held out her hand to show Qin Ruan: "Your hair is covered in water droplets. It must have fallen when the fountain sprayed too high."

Qin Ruan touched her own hair and found her fingers damp: "You're right."

She rubbed her fingers together, then noticed the moisture on Wen Yixin's hand and quickly reached into her bag for a tissue.

"Sister, let me dry your hands." She took a tissue and gently wiped Wen Yixin's hand.

After drying her hands, she looked up at Wen Yixin, noticing that her hair was also slightly damp: "Sister, your hair got wet too."

Without hesitation, Qin Ruan pulled out another tissue and, standing on tiptoe, carefully wiped the moisture from Wen Yixin's hair.

Wen Yixin let her do as she pleased, her eyes filled with affection as she watched her.

When Qin Ruan finished and looked up, she found herself staring into a pair of eyes brimming with warmth, and for a moment, she was lost in them.

Wen Yixin raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, calling out to the dazed Qin Ruan: "All done?"

"Yes, all done." Qin Ruan mumbled, her voice quiet as she clenched the tissue in her hand.

Wen Yixin raised an eyebrow, asking: "Do you want to explore more, or should we head home?"

Qin Ruan shook her head: "No more exploring. Let's go home, Sister."

They had already browsed most of the shops around the area earlier. Even if there were some they hadn't visited, they were probably just more of the same, so there wasn't much point in continuing.

"Alright, let's go home then," Wen Yixin agreed with a smile.

On their way home, the two of them walked hand in hand, side by side, their shadows stretching long under the streetlights.

Qin Ruan walked along her shadow, occasionally glancing at Wen Yixin with a bright smile.

Wen Yixin couldn't help but laugh: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"Because you're beautiful, Sister. I want to look at you," Qin Ruan replied with a grin.

After speaking, she glanced around. The streets in their neighborhood were almost deserted at this hour, eerily quiet.

"Sister, it feels like it's just the two of us on this road," Qin Ruan remarked.

Wen Yixin looked around: "It's probably late, so everyone's staying inside."

"Are you scared?"

"I'm not scared at all," Qin Ruan said, her eyes crinkling. The environment had only reminded her of something else.

As they passed under another streetlight, Qin Ruan suddenly tightened her grip on Wen Yixin's hand, stopping her in her tracks.

"Sister."

"Mm?" Wen Yixin turned around at the sound of her voice. The warm light cast a soft glow on her face, adding a touch of tenderness and mystery.

Qin Ruan gazed at her for a moment before standing on tiptoe to kiss her. Their lips met, the bouquet of pink roses pressed between them, releasing a rich, sweet fragrance.

The sudden kiss was brief and light, ending before Wen Yixin had time to fully respond. The lingering scent of roses was all that remained.

Wen Yixin touched her lips and chuckled.

She looked at Qin Ruan, who was now tugging on her hand, urging her: "Sister, let's hurry home."

Wen Yixin raised an eyebrow, smiling softly: "What's the rush?"

"We're almost there anyway, even if we walk slowly."

Qin Ruan's eyes sparkled as she looked at Wen Yixin: "I just want to get home."

Once they got home, she could do what she really wanted to do with Sister.

Wen Yixin chuckled, bowing her head slightly: "Alright, let's walk a bit faster."

Qin Ruan's smile brightened instantly.

By the time they reached home, as soon as the door was locked, Qin Ruan couldn't resist wrapping her arms around Wen Yixin's graceful neck, pulling her into a kiss.

The bouquet of pink roses she had been holding was still in her hand, and as the kiss deepened, a few petals fell onto Wen Yixin's neck.

Along with the petals, a few droplets of water slid down, the cool sensation making Wen Yixin open her eyes and gently push Qin Ruan back.

"Ruan Ruan, put the flowers away first." Wen Yixin said, her gaze falling on the pink petals on her neck and the water droplets slowly trailing down to her collarbone.

A smile of helplessness spread across her face as she lifted her hand to brush away the petals and water, but before she could, her hand was caught by Qin Ruan.

Wen Yixin looked at her, only to meet a pair of dark, intense eyes.

"Sister, let me."

Qin Ruan held Wen Yixin's hand, her gaze fixed on the delicate petals on her neck.

As for the bouquet, she had already placed it on the nearby shelf when Wen Yixin spoke.

Now, both of her hands were free to hold Wen Yixin's, her head bowing as she slowly leaned in towards the delicate color on Wen Yixin's neck.

Her wet tongue touched the hollow of Wen Yixin's collarbone, circling slowly to lick away the water droplets. Once it was clean, she continued up along the collarbone, leaving behind a trail of cool, moist kisses.

"Ruan Ruan," Wen Yixin's neck arched as the soft, cool tongue traced patterns on her skin, making her involuntarily tilt her head back, revealing the graceful curve of her neck.

She wanted to tell Qin Ruan to stop, but the words got caught in her throat after just a few syllables.

Because…

Qin Ruan took the pink petal between her lips, and with a light press, brought it to Wen Yixin's lips.

The floral fragrance spread in their mouths.

After a long while, a drop of pink flower juice slowly trickled down Wen Yixin's chin, almost ready to drip when Qin Ruan's soft tongue swept it away just in time. Her tongue traced a path from Wen Yixin's lips down to her chin, meticulously licking away every bit of the pink flower juice until it was completely clean.

Qin Ruan then kissed and licked Wen Yixin's chin, occasionally nibbling lightly, and when she noticed the faint bite marks she had left, she couldn't resist going back to soothe them with gentle licks, as if trying to comfort Wen Yixin.

She trailed kisses along Wen Yixin's jawline, and when she reached her throat, Wen Yixin instinctively tilted her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Qin Ruan smiled at the sound, her voice soft as she called out, "Sister."

Wen Yixin instinctively tightened her grip, but she had forgotten that her hands were still intertwined with Qin Ruan's. As she tightened her hold, their fingers locked together even more firmly.

Feeling the increasing pressure of their interlocked hands, Qin Ruan's smile deepened. She lowered her gaze, her eyes drifting past Wen Yixin's collarbone and moving downward, her expression growing darker with desire.

She lifted her head and captured Wen Yixin's lips again, gently nibbling on her lower lip, her tongue teasingly tracing over it.

Somewhere in the midst of their kiss, Wen Yixin heard a faint sound in Qin Ruan's throat as she swallowed.

Qin Ruan pressed her lips to Wen Yixin's, her voice husky as she murmured, "Sister, can I kiss you somewhere else too?"

"We're already kissing," Wen Yixin whispered, her throat constricting as she swallowed a bit of Qin Ruan's saliva.

Qin Ruan pecked her lips again, "I don't mean here."

"I mean here." She guided Wen Yixin's hand to a particular spot, her voice lowering into a plea, "Please, Sister?"

Wen Yixin's heart tightened slightly, and she hesitated, not immediately answering.

But Qin Ruan was relentless, her lips brushing against Wen Yixin's, her tone soft and imploring, "Sister, I just want to kiss you there, just once. I promise I won't do anything else."

"Please?"

Wen Yixin's throat bobbed as she swallowed, and after what felt like an eternity, she finally whispered a single word:

"Alright."