I listened to my sister's words today.

Yun Yiruo turned around stiffly, her eyes fixed on her sister in the corner and the bamboo stick in her hand. She climbed onto the tables and chairs without hesitation, wanting to jump into the ventilation duct again.

Just as she jumped into the pipe, a strong hand grabbed her tail and pulled her down.

With a dull thud, he changed back into human form and fell heavily to the ground.

The pain came instantly. Yun Yiruo covered her hurt butt and tried hard to get up.

Thinking about what might happen next, he ignored the pain in his body and rushed to his sister's legs, hoping to awaken his remaining patience.

Jiang Ling coldly grabbed the little guy by the back of his collar and raised the bamboo stick high in his hand.

Just when it was about to fall, it seemed to pause, wondering whether all this could cure the little guy's naughty problem. If he didn't teach him a lesson today, he would definitely do it again in the future.

Yun Yiruo closed her eyes tightly, her little head hunched low, like a timid little animal, but time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the imagined pain never came.

He slowly opened his eyes, caught a glimpse of the bamboo stick hanging in the air, threw it aside casually, and left without looking back.

It took her a moment of stunned silence to realize that her sister was about to leave, so she shouted in panic: "Sister! Wait for me!" However, when she ran to the door, she remembered what her sister had just said, and involuntarily changed back into a little fox form so that she could catch up faster.

It followed its sister all the way, making the fox-like whimpering sounds. When it reached the elevator, it put its little paws on its sister's trouser legs, but was ruthlessly shaken off.

"Sister! I know I was wrong. I will be a good boy next time and never run around again!"

Unfortunately, Jiang Ling had no reaction to this.

When the elevator stopped at the parking lot, she opened the door and a small white shadow quickly rushed into the car. It was Yun Yiruo, who was full of anticipation and a little fear.

Jiang Ling looked at the little guy's expression of fear of being abandoned and couldn't help but feel a little funny, but she forced herself not to show it.

"Sister, please pay attention to me. I really know I was wrong."

In the end, time seemed to freeze in that long and suffocating silence.

Every second felt like a century. The little fox curled up quietly in the corner, staring at the scenery receding outside the car window, his heart filled with uneasiness and anxiety.

As time passed, the little fox's inner defenses were finally completely broken. She could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes, and they burst out like a flood.

Crystal clear tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her snow-white fox fur, forming faint tear marks.

A ray of light flashed, and the little fox transformed into a human form.

I rushed to my sister and hugged her arms tightly, as if I had grabbed the last straw.

At this point, she was already sobbing uncontrollably. While crying, she admitted her mistakes intermittently: "Sister... it's all my fault... I'm sorry..."

Along the way, there was no other sound in the car except the little fox's sad cry.

The crying came one after another, sometimes low and sobbing, sometimes high and sharp, as if trying to vent all the grievances and regrets through crying.

The car kept driving like this, and I didn't know how long it had been.

Just as they were about to reach the manor, Jiang Ling, who had remained silent until then, finally spoke coldly, "Do you know you're wrong?"

Hearing her sister's question, Yun Yiru quickly stopped crying, raised her head, looked at her sister with tearful eyes, nodded desperately, and kept muttering: "I know, I know! Sister, don't ignore me... Wuuwuwu..."

Before she finished speaking, she immediately crawled into her sister's arms like a frightened little rabbit, hugged her sister tightly with her hands, buried her head deep in her sister's arms, and continued to cry loudly.

Jiang Ling then hugged the little guy, feeling his slightly trembling body, like a fragile leaf swaying in the wind. She gently wiped the tears from the little guy's cheeks with her hands, and those crystal tears sparkled in the dim light.

She whispered, "Okay, stop crying. Do you know you're wrong?" Her voice was gentle, but with a hint of preaching.

Just when I was about to continue speaking, I suddenly realized that the little one in my arms had fallen asleep, with his little hands tightly grasping my clothes.

Jiang Ling looked at his innocent yet tired little face, a complex emotion welling up in her heart, and she gently adjusted her posture.

The world outside the car was still noisy, but at this moment, they seemed to be isolated from all troubles.

Jiang Ling stared quietly at the sleeping little guy. The pink face looked as if kissed by the morning light, peaceful and defenseless.

The little nose twitched slightly, as if chasing some beautiful illusion in a dream.

This scene deeply touched Jiang Ling's heartstrings, causing her to feel an almost crazy possessive desire, like a blooming flower that couldn't be restrained from blooming outwards.

The little guy has finally become completely dependent, as if he has placed all his trust in this warm embrace.

At this moment, Jiang Ling felt a strong and complex emotion intertwined in her heart, a mixture of joy and indescribable tension.

She didn't know what this dependence meant, but she was unable to extricate herself from it.

More than twenty minutes passed quietly, and the vehicle slowly drove into the gate of the manor.

A spacious and tranquil courtyard comes into view, shaded by green trees and blooming flowers. Everything looks so peaceful and elegant.

When the car stopped, the driver got out quickly and decisively, then turned and left.

Carrying the little one out of the car, Jiang Ling walked gently into the quiet villa. The wooden stairs creaked slightly under her feet.

The room was filled with a light fragrance, and on the wall hung photos of the little ones playing, each one recording a happy moment.

He gently put the little one on the bed, but held her clothes tightly, as if afraid of losing this sense of security.

Her eyes were still closed, but her lips moved slightly, and she said vaguely, "Sister, I'll be obedient. Don't leave."

"Be good, I won't leave. I'll just cover you with a blanket." Jiang Ling whispered to comfort her, leaning over and carefully pulling the blanket over her. Her fingers gently stroked the little girl's forehead. The warmth seemed to dispel all the anxiety and fear.

As if feeling a sense of relief, she curled up into a small ball again, a peaceful smile on her face.

Jiang Ling watched this scene, and her anxiety eased slightly. She didn't rush to take a shower, but took off her coat and threw it casually on the sofa. Then she sat by the bed and watched the little guy slowly fall asleep.

As the night deepened, the stars twinkled outside the window, like countless pairs of warm and bright eyes watching them.