I listened to my sister's words today.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight slanted into the room through the gap in the curtains, and the faint light drew a golden line in the air.

Lying in bed, Jiang Ling slowly opened her eyes, her face still lingering with a trace of the tranquility and defenseless beauty left by last night's exhaustion. Her skin, bathed in the sunlight, seemed to be shrouded in a gentle glow, appearing particularly captivating. However, as she glanced at the little creature in her arms, the bruises on his body filled Jiang Ling with regret and deep guilt.

Jiang Ling gazed down at Yun Yiruo, who slept soundly in his arms, and a complex emotion filled his heart, causing him to sigh softly. Last night's passion burned like fire, burning away his rationality and leaving only the ashes of desire. Now, facing Yun Yiruo's fragile figure, she felt filled with self-blame.

She was originally a calm and self-controlled person, but every time she faced Yun Yiru, she would involuntarily let down all her defenses and let the waves of emotions overwhelm her.

He glanced around the room, his eyes fixed on the messy clothes scattered on the floor, as if they still recorded the madness of last night. The two pools of red on the bed sheet made his heart tighten, as if they were silently blaming him.

He scratched his hair in frustration, his heart filled with regret and helplessness. Why did he lose control? Why did he always lose his mind when facing her? Jiang Ling kept blaming himself in his heart, as if trying to alleviate some of the guilt in his heart.

The little girl beside him was still sleeping soundly, breathing lightly, with a hint of uneasiness on her face, as if she was still recalling what happened last night in a dream. Jiang Ling looked at her with heartache, sighed softly, and then got up carefully, not wanting to disturb her sleep.

She picked up the scattered clothes one by one, folded them casually, and took off the bed sheet to look at it. Her fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly. She carefully folded the sheet neatly, put it in a transparent sealed bag, and carefully hid it at the bottom of her bag.

Then, Jiang Ling took out two bottles of ointment from her bag, her movements as gentle as if she was caring for a precious piece of porcelain.

She first applied one of the bottles to the purple bruises on Yun Yiruo's body, and every movement was filled with deep guilt and care.

Her skin trembled slightly under the touch of his fingertips, making Jiang Ling's heart ache even more. Then, she took out another bottle of ointment, her expression more solemn and focused, and applied it more carefully to a private part of her body.

After finishing all this, Jiang Ling gently pulled the quilt to cover Yun Yiruo's naked body, and then walked out of the room lightly.

She picked up her phone, called her assistant, and whispered to her to buy some breakfast ingredients. Although she rarely came here, the laboratory kitchen was still fully equipped, enough for her to prepare a warm breakfast for Yun Yiruo.

Soon after, the assistant brought in fresh ingredients. Jiang Ling began to prepare them carefully, her movements meticulous, as if this focused approach allowed her to temporarily forget the complex emotions within.

She carefully cut the preserved eggs and lean meat, gently put them into the pot, and cooked a pot of warm porridge. Although the kitchen was far away from the bedroom, she would still prick up her ears from time to time, trying to catch the movement in the room.

However, it was this concentration on the kitchen chores that made her ignore the low sobs that gradually began to sound in the bedroom.

When Yun Yiruo woke up, the aching in her body made her frown slightly. She opened her eyes and looked at the kiss marks left on her body last night and the bald tail. It was one of her nine most precious tails, and now it was destroyed like this.

A deep sense of helplessness and sadness welled up in her heart. Even more terrifying, she turned around and looked around, only to find that there was no one around her. Her sister, the one who had held her tightly in her arms last night, was gone.

Loneliness and fear instantly overwhelmed her heart. She felt as if she had been abandoned. Tears welled up in her eyes, and finally burst out like a flood. Yun Yiruo couldn't control her tears, and her sobs grew louder and louder, filled with the helplessness of a child.

Jiang Ling had just put the porridge into the pot and set the cooking time when he suddenly heard the familiar crying sound coming from the bedroom. His face changed, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart. He quickly put down what he was holding and ran to the bedroom.

When she opened the door, she saw her most cherished little one sitting on the bed, crying breathlessly while holding his tail. That tiny figure seemed to carry all the grievances and sadness, and Jiang Ling's heart suddenly sank.

"What's wrong, little one?" Jiang Ling asked softly, while gently holding her in her arms and coaxing her softly.

Yun Yiruo raised her tear-stained face and saw her sister. Her sobs only intensified. She sobbed and said aggrievedly, "I thought...my sister didn't want me anymore...wuwuwu..."

Jiang Ling's heart was about to break. He hugged Yun Yiru tightly in his arms, patted her back gently, and soothed her with a voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "Silly girl, how could I not want you? I will never leave you. I just went to prepare breakfast for you."

Jiang Ling gently patted her back. Yun Yiruo buried herself in her arms, her sobs soft but filled with suppressed grievance. Her snow-white, slightly bald tail clung tightly to Jiang Ling's arm, twitching as if silently expressing her pain. "Wuwuwu... Bad sister, it hurts down there..." Her voice was soft, wet with tears, and soft and helpless.

Jiang Ling frowned with heartache and quickly whispered to comfort her: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I will pay attention next time and won't hurt you again, okay?" She carefully embraced her and gently picked her up.

However, upon hearing that there would be a next time, Yun Yiruo's tears instantly welled up like a spring, and she cried even louder, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances in her heart. Jiang Ling hurriedly patted her back, coaxing her helplessly: "Oh, okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry, the computer we installed at the mall is still in the car. Didn't you say you wanted to be a little anchor? We'll go home later, okay?"

Her words were gentle and coaxing, trying to distract her with a familiar hobby and calm her emotions a little.

Jiang Ling coaxed the little one softly while picking up the folded clothes from the side, her movements gentle and skillful. She first took out a white long-sleeved top, made of soft material, the fabric was also top-grade and fit the delicate skin well. The neckline was slightly open, and it was carefully tied into a small bow with a black string.

The bow wasn't big, but it looked incredibly delicate. She then took a thick, pink trench coat from the hanger, and a pair of slightly longer workwear-style pants. The hems were slightly rolled up, revealing the child's tender little feet. She put on some step-on socks, flicked the small bell on her ankle, and smiled.

Every piece of clothing fits her perfectly as if it were tailor-made for her, and is both cute and playful.