I listened to my sister's words today.

When everything was ready, Jiang Ling carefully picked up Yun Yiruo's light body, as if she was holding an inestimably precious treasure.

With gentle steps, she walked through the door and came to the next room. After entering the room, she gently placed Yun Yiruo on the soft bed, her movements slow and gentle.

Then, she carefully hung the IV bottle on the bedside shelf. She then turned around, picked up a blanket, and gently covered Yun Yiru with it.

However, at this moment, Yun Yiruo's brows knitted slightly, as if she was not feeling well in her sleep. She seemed to be in a mysterious scene, sitting in a position that towered into the clouds.

Below, a group of blurry figures tirelessly sang a song that was both familiar and unfamiliar. Yun Yiruo tried to concentrate on the content of the song, but no matter how hard she tried, the sound remained shrouded in fog.

Jiang Ling found a chair and sat beside the little guy's bed, gazing at the delicate and cute little figure in front of her, who looked like a porcelain doll, with soft and focused eyes.

I saw a few faint traces of tears on her cheeks as pink as petals, which made people feel pity and love. I said to myself, what should I do? I seem to be becoming more and more dependent on you.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but reach out her hand, and her movements were so gentle as if she was afraid of disturbing the most precious treasure in the world. She carefully wiped away the tears one by one.

At this moment, Yun Yiruo, who was originally sleeping quietly, suddenly trembled her eyebrows slightly. Then, her unique and extremely charming pair of eyes, one as blue as a gem and the other as red as a flame, slowly opened.

Jiang Ling gently stretched out her hand, slowly stroked the little guy's soft hair, and asked softly: "How is it? Does it still hurt? Do you need to rest for a while?" Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, making people feel extremely warm and at ease.

Yun Yiruo had just woken up from her dream, her head still a little groggy, as if she hadn't fully come to her senses yet. She closed her eyes tightly and tried hard to recall the song in her dream, but no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't clearly recall the melody and lyrics.

Jiang Ling, who was standing by, noticed the subtle change on the little guy's face and couldn't help but frowned slightly. He asked softly, "What's wrong? Do you have a headache?

Hearing Jiang Ling's caring words, Yun Yiruo slowly opened her eyes, shook her head, and replied in a baby voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore, sister."

Seeing this, Jiang Ling felt a little relieved and smiled, saying, "That's good! But don't eat anything carelessly in the future, okay? Otherwise, you will have a stomachache again!" After saying that, she gently pinched the little guy's cute face as a warning.

"Thank you, sister..." Yun Yiruo's voice trembled slightly, and seemed to carry a hint of indescribable emotion and excitement.

Her clear eyes gazed at the woman before her, as if she wanted to carve this gratitude deep into her heart. At this moment, she truly felt an unprecedented warmth - the comfort and strength brought by the sincere care of others.

Her sister didn't dislike her at all, not because of her status or any other reasons. This pure and sincere emotion filled Yun Yiru's heart with endless gratitude. However, faced with such deep affection, she was momentarily at a loss, not knowing how to repay this kind and gentle sister.

At this moment, a surprising move occurred! Without any warning, Yun Yiru suddenly sat up from the bed, as if mustering up all her courage, and rushed straight towards Jiang Ling, kissing her lips without hesitation.

Although she was new to love and was still unfamiliar with kissing skills, her passionate heart drove her forward courageously.

The little tongue was stirring around in Jiang Ling's mouth like a lost deer.

Perhaps it was due to nervousness, or perhaps it was instinct, but at this moment Yun Yiruo completely lost her usual reserve and shyness.

Jiang Ling, who was initially a bit stunned, quickly came to her senses. She couldn't help but think to herself: This seemingly innocent little guy actually knows how to respond to my love! She thought to herself: This seemingly innocent little guy actually knows how to respond to my love!

Jiang Ling gradually regained control, her enthusiasm rising. Her gentle voice brushed past the little guy's ears like a breeze: "So, can you be a little more unrestrained this time?"

Yun Yiruo's cheeks flushed instantly, and she stammered in response: "No... No."

Huh? Are you only responsible for starting the fire, but not putting it out? How can this be allowed? Jiang Ling quickly took off the little thing's clothes without hesitation, gently caressing her chest, which was as flat as an airport, and then exploring her body curves all the way down.

"Ah!! Sister, don't go on!" The little Loli screamed and subconsciously clamped her legs tightly together.

Jiang Ling seemed not to hear the little Lolita's determined voice, and continued to move forward unwaveringly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and half an hour passed in a flash...

"Wuwuwu..." Yun Yiruo's sobs seemed to burst forth from the depths of her heart, as if every syllable carried with it a tearing pain and helplessness. Her face, once as rosy as a flower petal, was now a mess of tears and snot.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying for so long, and tears were like beads that had broken off the string, constantly sliding down her trembling face, crystal clear yet stained with the weight of sadness. Her hands helplessly covered her cheeks, trying to use her meager strength to block out those ruthless tears, as if this could stop what was happening before her eyes.

"Sister, please stop. It really hurts..." Yun Yiruo's voice was already hoarse, trembling with fear. Every word she spoke seemed to be squeezed out from her throat with difficulty, begging for a moment's rest.

Jiang Ling slowly pulled away Yun Yiru's hands that were covering her face. Her eyes were gentle and firm, as if guiding, yet also commanding. She leaned down slightly, her voice as gentle as if coaxing a baby to sleep: "Be good, be obedient. You haven't helped me yet. Everything I have is yours."

Yun Yiruo shuddered involuntarily, her heartbeat reverberating like thunder in her chest. Though her body was exhausted and her consciousness was gradually fading, the gentle, shuddering voice beside her was still clear, like a gentle knife, gently cutting through her last line of defense. Tears blurred her vision once again, and the despair in her heart surged like a tide, but she could only let Jiang Ling hold her hand, unable to resist.

(I know you don’t like reading this so I won’t write any more)