Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 25

Ji Weining quickly carried her to the room and sat her down on the edge of the bed. As she raised her hand, she noticed bloodstains on her sleeve her junior sister had started her menstrual cycle.

Seeing this, she actually felt a wave of relief. It wasn’t so bad after all; perhaps the situation wasn’t as serious as she had feared.

But then she reconsidered, ordinary people wouldn’t experience their menstrual cycle like this. She knew very well that the abnormality in her junior sister’s condition might not be solely due to her period, though it was likely related in some way.

At this thought, her brow furrowed again. Her junior sister’s health was truly a thorny problem.

“It’s dirty,” Su Jin’an said, her face flushed red as she pointed to Ji Weining’s sleeve, aware of what had happened.

It was just a small spot. Ji Weining didn’t mind. In the past, she had stained her clothes far worse than this. Though she preferred cleanliness, there were times when things got messy.

“You must be dirty too, junior sister. Let me help you change,” Ji Weining said, tugging at Su Jin’an’s outer garment to undress her.

Su Jin’an pressed her hand down. “No, I’ll change myself.”

“Weren’t you the one saying earlier that your senior sister didn’t dare to look? Now it’s you who’s shy?”

“Fine, you change me,” Su Jin’an retorted, provoked into giving up the struggle. It wasn’t the first time she’d been seen anyway. She lay back down, incidentally staining the blanket with blood as well.

Ji Weining sensed Su Jin’an’s lingering discomfort. “We’ll switch rooms to sleep in later.”

“Mm.” The fiery, cramping pain in her abdomen persisted. Su Jin’an hugged her stomach and pulled a corner of the blanket over herself.

Ji Weining rummaged through the clothes she had prepared for her and began to undress her completely. She first helped her into fresh undergarments, then fastened a menstrual belt and a breast wrap.

“My body feels sticky and uncomfortable,” Su Jin’an murmured, her back damp with sweat. She felt weak all over, and even the spiritual power in her golden core was compressed to half its usual strength. Her menstrual cycle, which should have ceased upon reaching the golden core stage, persisted as usual.

Her body truly was different from others’.

Su Jin’an said weakly, “I want to wipe myself with water.”

“Alright, senior sister will wipe you down,” Ji Weining agreed without hesitation. Such a small task was effortless for her.

Su Jin’an lay on the bed, clutching her stomach with a pained frown, looking utterly drained.

Ji Weining brought over a basin of warm water and a towel. She pulled Su Jin’an up, sat beside her, and began to wipe her body. She dipped the towel in the water, wrung it out, and then spread it over Su Jin’an’s skin.

The warm water washed away the sticky sweat, and the discomfort on her back gradually faded.

“If this keeps up, will I not be able to participate in the competition?” Su Jin’an suddenly thought of this and grew despondent.

Ji Weining used her spiritual power to fetch another basin of water. Seemingly with nothing better to do, she rinsed the towel in the water again. “No, the tournament won’t coincide with this.”

“Mm.”

“Come on, let’s change rooms,” Ji Weining suggested, using her spiritual power to tidy up the items nearby. She then leaned down close to Su Jin’an’s ear and asked, “Can you stand?”

Su Jin’an shook her head slightly. “It hurts.”

“Then let senior sister warm you up.” Ji Weining gathered a gentle flow of spiritual energy in her palm and placed it over Su Jin’an’s abdomen. “Does that feel better?”

“Mm.” As the spiritual energy gradually numbed the pain in her abdomen, she began to feel the discomfort fade away.

“Sleep,” Su Jin’an replied.

Then she naturally wrapped her arms around Ji Weining’s neck as she bent down. Ji Weining reached out, cradled the back of her head in the crook of her arm, and lifted her up.

Su Jin’an was enveloped in the scent of peach blossom wine, she shouldn’t have given her any today.

Ji Weining calculated the date again; in two more days, it would be the fifteenth of June, the time when yang energy is at its peak.

Having cultivated for many years, she hadn’t needed such things in a long time, but she managed to dig one out from some forgotten corner.

However, items from the cultivation realm were durable, so it probably wasn’t a big deal.

With that, Ji Weining walked to another building, the Moon-Viewing Pavilion, and climbed to the highest point, which offered a view of the entire town.

This pavilion must have been built by Zhuang Shulan for stargazing. She remembered Arou mentioning, “Standing here and looking around, the scenery is absolutely stunning.”

After renovations, the Moon-Viewing Pavilion had become an excellent residence for enjoying the views.

Looking down, she saw Su Jin’an already fast asleep in her arms.

How did she fall asleep so quickly?

Lately, Su Jin’an seemed to be sleeping more than usual.

Ji Weining pressed her fingers to Su Jin’an’s pulse by human standards, it was normal. She then channeled spiritual energy into her palm.

Ji Weining’s spiritual energy transformed and traveled throughout Su Jin’an’s body.

It wasn’t until she reached the heart meridian that Ji Weining discovered the problem.

It was the scar she had seen on Su Jin’an’s chest. She hadn’t asked about it, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed.

Ji Weining removed the outer robe she had just put on Su Jin’an, leaving only her inner garments.

She felt Su Jin’an’s forehead again, no fever. Could it be that the spiritual energy in her body was the issue?

Faced with such an uncooperative patient, Ji Weining studied her for a long time before finally lying down beside her and holding her close.

She used her spiritual energy to create an observation array around them, with threads of energy connecting to Su Jin’an’s limbs. This was a formation Ji Weining had devised in the past to monitor plague symptoms.

The other end of the threads linked to her palm; if anything unusual happened to her shimei’s body, she would wake immediately.

Ji Weining didn’t disturb her further, letting her sleep peacefully while she searched through the medical texts hidden in her qiankun pouch.

Things she should have memorized by heart now seemed useless when it came to Su Jin’an.

Su Jin’an was like an unsolvable puzzle to her, a porcelain doll that might shatter at the slightest touch, someone who made her question her own heart.

She had never felt so anxious before not when she had fought her way through hordes of demons, nor when she had been deceived or used. Nothing compared to this.

It was as if she no longer knew how to protect her.

Ji Weining couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning for a while before clasping Su Jin’an’s hand. She remembered reading in a medical text that each finger is connected to the heart through meridians. In this moment, holding her hand tightly, could she also hold her heart?

[Please court your shimei.]

The voice of the divine oracle emerged unpredictably once more.

Why?

This was something she had never understood.

The divine oracle didn’t answer her question and vanished again.

Ji Weining played with Su Jin’an’s fingers in her palm, gently pinching the pads so different from her own rough hands.

Her shimei must have been a young lady from a wealthy family; otherwise, how could her skin be so delicate?

The night passed the hour of the rat, and everyone was asleep.

But Ji Weining remained awake all night.

By the time Su Jin’an woke in the early morning, Ji Weining was no longer by her side.

She instinctively searched for her direction but didn’t see her, only noticing that her clothes had been changed again.

She knew exactly who had changed them for her, but she hadn’t expected the pain this time to render her so completely unaware.

Lifting a corner of the quilt, she covered her face, feeling somewhat unsure of how to face Ji Weining.

“Why are you suffocating yourself like this?”

“Senior Sister.” Su Jin’an revealed a pair of eyes.

Ji Weining had rarely seen her in such a shy state these past few days. She had thought Su Jin’an was as experienced as she was, but it turned out she was still like this when it came down to it.

“Are you feeling better?” Ji Weining asked, holding a cup of freshly made brown sugar ginger tea as she sat down beside Su Jin’an.

“Does it still hurt anywhere?” She set the medicine aside on the low table, reached out to help Su Jin’an sit up, and placed a pillow behind her waist so she could lean against the bed.

Su Jin’an felt that her current condition was much better than yesterday. Only the pain in her abdomen remained, but compared to the previous agony, this slight discomfort was almost negligible and no longer mattered.

“No, it doesn’t.”

Ji Weining casually fetched water to help her wash up before handing her the brown sugar ginger tea. She leaned closer to Su Jin’an’s waist and said, “You really scared me, Junior Sister.”

On the table beside the teacup and saucer were a few pieces of candy that Ji Weining had prepared for her. Su Jin’an spotted them at a glance.

“Do you want some?”

Su Jin’an nodded in response.

“After you finish the ginger tea, I’ll give you some, alright?” Ji Weining hesitated slightly before asking.

“Okay.” Su Jin’an reached out for the brown sugar ginger tea and drank it down without hesitation, feeling a comforting warmth spread through her abdomen.

Ji Weining watched her drink the pungent and spicy brew and remarked, “Junior Sister, you’re so easy to take care of, you never complain about anything.”

“Hmm?” Su Jin’an raised an eyebrow and looked at her.

“To be honest, Senior Sister really dislikes this brown sugar ginger tea. If it weren’t for its benefits, I would never touch it.” Ji Weining unwrapped a piece of candy and brought it to Su Jin’an’s lips.

Su Jin’an opened her mouth and took the candy, her lips inadvertently brushing against Ji Weining’s fingertips as she did so. Her tongue swept the candy into her mouth, moistening Ji Weining’s fingers in the process.

Ji Weining bit her own lip, trying to suppress the emotions she didn’t want Su Jin’an to notice.

“Junior Sister,” Ji Weining called out softly, her gaze fixed on her thumb that had been caught between Su Jin’an’s lips. The words on the tip of her tongue changed to, “Is the candy tasty?”

Su Jin’an released Ji Weining’s finger from her lips.

“Senior Sister, why don’t you try it yourself?”

Ji Weining pulled Su Jin’an’s hand toward herself and murmured softly, “Alright.”

Ji Weining let herself go, parting her lips slightly as she explored Su Jin’an’s mouth. She could taste the ginger tea she had fed Su Jin’an earlier, a flavor she usually detested, but here, it made her want to continue.

She pressed on, her tongue meeting Su Jin’an’s and then finding the candy she had given her.

The candy mingled with her breath, sweet at first, then turning sticky.

Su Jin’an reached out and grasped Ji Weining’s arm to steady herself.

“Junior Sister, breathe in.”

Su Jin’an heard Ji Weining’s words echoing in her mind and took a sharp breath, her tongue lifting slightly.

Ji Weining delved deeper, touching the underside of Su Jin’an’s tongue. It was sweet, the lingering sweetness of the candy on Su Jin’an’s tongue.

Junior Sister was filled with the taste of candy.

Ji Weining began to savor the candy inside and out, but before she could feel fully satisfied, she noticed Su Jin’an’s breathing had become erratic again. She immediately released Su Jin’an.

Su Jin’an’s tongue root was completely numb, yet she adored this sensation intensely. She understood why her senior sister had let go and knew she truly couldn’t continue any further.

Otherwise, she might never get to experience this with her senior sister again.

Su Jin’an braced herself with her hands behind her, spat out the nearly melted candy from her mouth, and then started to catch her breath.

In that moment, she despised her own body so utterly powerless.

“I… I can’t go on,” Su Jin’an panted softly, her expression tinged with frustration.

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