The sky outside brightened.

　　The sunlight that was about to enter the room was blocked by the heavy curtains.

　　Only a faint line of golden light seeped through the shaking gaps, landing on Shiyu's sharp jawline.

　　With his movements, the light shimmered and danced.

　　Like a puppy, I wanted to rub against his cheeks, biting and nibbling.

　　At some moment, he closed his eyes and his voice almost pleaded: 'Relax, Yinyin.'...

　　'Brother,' I said, 'I still want to be your little sister.' 'It's like this now, sister.'...

　　Strangely, although it was an intense and pleasurable encounter, I did not recall the nightmares from the basement in my previous life.

　　Perhaps it was the clean and pure scent of wormwood emanating from Shiyu that made me think of a dense field of blooming spring grass and trees.