The Cold Sister Is Too Flirtatious - Chapter 4

The sound of rushing water from the bathroom made Leng Yao’s heart pound with guilt. How could I be so shameless, deceiving my innocent and kind sister?

But the thought of getting close to Lin Tingxue soon filled her with excitement again. She clasped her hands together and prayed fervently, “Buddha, Bodhisattvas, Holy Mother Mary, I’m only being shameless with my sister. I promise to do good deeds in the future!”

“I’m done bathing,” Lin Tingxue announced.

Leng Yao opened her eyes, her clasped hands slowly parting and moving to her temples.

A goddess emerging from the water! Ahhh! I’m dead!

Water droplets trickled down Lin Tingxue’s hair, cascading onto her delicate collarbones before sliding into the snowy cleavage below. The thin straps of her dress seemed so fragile, as if they might snap at any moment. Despite the undeniably sensual scene, Lin Tingxue’s eyes remained cool and aloof, deterring any impropriety.

This striking contrast held Leng Yao’s gaze captive.

After staring for too long, Lin Tingxue spoke, snapping her out of her trance, “Aren’t you going to shower?”

“Right away! Immediately!”

Leng Yao dashed into the bathroom like a whirlwind, quickly washed up, and reached for her clothes. Only then did she realize her earlier panic had made her forget something crucial: No underwear!

She cracked the bathroom door open and, hiding behind it, said awkwardly, “Sister, could you grab my clothes? They’re on the drying rack outside on the balcony.”

Lin Tingxue rose, pushed open the balcony door, and saw a lone pair of panties hanging on the clothes rack. A strange pink blob was printed on them.

Leng Yao finally managed to retrieve her underwear, but she couldn’t help covering her face. Star Kirby is printed on my panties! My sister will definitely think I’m too childish.

Lingering hesitantly, Leng Yao eventually emerged, too embarrassed to dive straight into bed.

Lin Tingxue glanced up. Leng Yao’s cheeks were flushed from the steam, and she still carried the scent of her bath gel. A peach-scented little bunny, Lin Tingxue thought.

Though still sitting, Leng Yao’s long black hair cascaded across the bed. She felt a pang of regret. It’s already dry. I wanted to blow-dry my sister’s hair myself, but now I can’t.

“Sister, wait a minute. I’ll blow-dry my hair and turn off the light.”

Now that they were actually going to sleep together, Leng Yao suddenly shrank back, desperately searching for excuses to stall.

Lin Tingxue withdrew her spiritual energy and fixed Leng Yao with a concise gaze. “It’s dry. Come to bed.”

*******

The dormitory beds were designed for single occupancy, making it a tight squeeze even for two girls. Leng Yao found herself nestled against Lin Tingxue’s side.

What perfume is she wearing? It smells amazing. Wait, there’s no perfume in the Cultivation World. This must be her natural scent.

Lost in her thoughts all night, Leng Yao lay wide-eyed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

How can I possibly sleep with my idol lying right next to me?!

“Still awake?” Lin Tingxue’s voice drifted from beside her.

“Did I wake you, Sister?”

“No, I never sleep. I only cultivate.”

“Then you should continue cultivating. I won’t disturb you. I’ll go to sleep now.” Leng Yao quickly closed her eyes, trying to force herself to drift off.

But then she felt Lin Tingxue’s arms around her, gently patting her back and humming a lullaby: “Bright moon, gentle breeze, I promise to take you across the river…”

Sister is so gentle…

*******

The next morning, Leng Yao woke to find Lin Tingxue gone from the dorm room.

Panic surged through her. Had she returned to the Cultivation World? she cried out anxiously, “Sister!”

The balcony door slammed open, and Leng Yao’s heart instantly calmed. There stood Lin Tingxue, cross-legged in meditation, having changed out of her nightgown into the new clothes from yesterday. Even in this modern world, Lin Tingxue carried an aura of effortless grace and martial prowess from the Cultivation World.

But the two-piece outfit she’d hung up to dry last night still dangled above her head. Leng Yao grabbed a clothes rack and shifted the items slightly to make them less conspicuous.

Crouching beside Lin Tingxue, now aware that she shouldn’t touch her during cultivation, Leng Yao could only mutter to herself.

“Classes start tomorrow, and since you’re still enrolled at Shanwen University, you’ll have to go. But don’t worry, Sis, you’ll graduate in just two years. After that, you can do whatever you want—I’ll take care of you.”

Ignoring whether Lin Tingxue was listening, Leng Yao pulled out her newly purchased phone. “Sis, let me set up WeChat for you. This is my number. You can add new friends later too.”

Leng Yao skillfully entered her number into Lin Tingxue’s contacts, knowing her sister was unfamiliar with modern terminology.

Her ears flushed crimson as she changed her own contact name to “My Darling Wife.”

After registering WeChat, she added her own account.

Even after all that, Leng Yao felt something was missing.

Staring at the blank initial screen, she realized what it was.

She opened the camera app and switched to selfie mode. Leng Yao flashed a bright smile. “Sis, three, two, one!”

In that final second, Lin Tingxue, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, finished her cultivation. She opened her eyes and looked at Leng Yao, puzzled.

Sis is looking at me!

Overjoyed with the photo, Leng Yao quickly set it as her wallpaper and sent it to her WeChat. “Sis, don’t ever change it! But since I’m not telling you how to, you won’t know how anyway.”

Leng Yao grinned mischievously, forgetting that Lin Tingxue was the foremost figure in the Cultivation World, possessing unparalleled talent for learning. If she set her mind to it, nothing could stop her.

Lin Tingxue glanced down at the screen, her gaze lingering on the cheerful little bunny avatar.

No, I won’t change it. Too much trouble.

For the entire morning, Leng Yao patiently taught Lin Tingxue how to use her phone. Watching her character get killed for the tenth time in the game, Leng Yao exclaimed, “Sister, if you were born in this era, you’d definitely be a gaming god!”

“Should we get that sweet tea we had yesterday?”

“Sister, you like fruit tea.”

Lin Tingxue nodded.

Lin Tingxue, once the leader of the Cultivation World’s foremost sect, now had eyes only for fruit tea. Leng Yao found it surreal, but it was precisely this endearing honesty that she loved about Lin Tingxue.

“You’ve been eliminated!”

The notification blared from Leng Yao’s phone again. A mischievous idea sparked in her mind—she hadn’t taught Lin Tingxue how to order takeout yet.

“Older Sister, order takeout yourself.”

“Alright.”

Lin Tingxue exited the game interface and began placing an order.

She agreed so easily? Wait, Older Sister, why are you going AFK mid-game? Oh no, as her duo partner, I’m going to get flamed by our teammates.

Three hours later, the takeout delivery arrived. Lin Tingxue was still meditating, so Leng Yao answered the call.

“Customer, your order has arrived. But you ordered quite a lot—I recommend getting a few more people to help carry it.”

The delivery guy was exaggerating, right? It was just two cups of fruit tea, like she’d told her Older Sister. Still, Leng Yao thanked him and went downstairs alone.

Then she saw the entire takeout rack filled with her fruit tea. Sixty delivery slots—all completely stuffed! No wonder it took three hours.

The delivery driver, seeing only Leng Yao, asked in disbelief, “Just you?” He’d already made two trips with the other drivers.

“I’ll help her carry them,” Lin Tingxue said, having overheard Leng Yao’s entire phone call while meditating. The person on the other end had said Leng Yao couldn’t manage it alone—which made sense; a little rabbit like her wouldn’t have the strength. So, as soon as she finished meditating, Lin Tingxue went downstairs to find Leng Yao.

“But…” the delivery driver hesitated. “Even with both of you, it’ll take several trips. How about this? I’ll talk to the security guard and see if he can help us carry them in.”

Leng Yao thanked him. “Thank you, sir. Wait… actually, we might not need your help after all.”

Under their astonished gazes, Lin Tingxue effortlessly lifted thirty cups of fruit tea in each hand and walked away.

The delivery driver silently gave her a thumbs-up. Goddess of Delivery! Today I witnessed Lin Daiyu uproot a willow tree with her bare hands!

Leng Yao hurried after her, apologizing. “Older Sister, are you having trouble ordering delivery? I shouldn’t have teased you.”

“I can order,” Lin Tingxue replied. “I used my spiritual sense to check the room next door and copied what the girl beside me ordered. I didn’t understand one strange symbol, so I just ordered exactly what she did, figuring it couldn’t go wrong.”

Strange symbols? But both the Cultivation World and the modern world use simplified Chinese characters.

Arriving at their dormitory, Leng Yao looked up at the door number: 511.

She suddenly realized what the strange symbols were: Arabic numerals! How could she have forgotten? The girl next door was the student council president. Right, she was buying milk tea for everyone today.

There’s no way the two of us can finish all this fruit tea.

“Older Sister, let’s go out.”

Lin Tingxue remembered Leng Yao’s aversion to heat. “Don’t you dislike going out?”

“To deliver the fruit tea!”

They walked onto the street. This time, they weren’t carrying thirty cups at a time; Lin Tingxue had stored them in her personal space.

“Older Sister, you have a personal space? Why did you carry the fruit tea upstairs earlier?”

Lin Tingxue replied earnestly, “The person who ordered the roast chicken said they’d come downstairs to pick it up. Shouldn’t I have done that?”

“No, you did perfectly.”

If Lin Tingxue had made sixty cups of fruit tea vanish into thin air in front of everyone, that would have been a real problem.

Holding a cup of fruit tea, Leng Yao approached an elderly man who was fanning himself with his sanitation worker’s hat. “Yao Yatou, I told you not to worry about me. Why are you out in this heat?”

“Grandpa, please take this. You need something cold to drink on such a hot day.”

“This must be expensive. Keep it for yourself.”

Leng Yao pointed to Lin Tingxue. “My older sister wants to open a bubble tea shop, so she’d like you to help taste-test her recipes. It’s homemade, so it’s not that expensive.”

“Right, Older Sister?” Leng Yao desperately signaled Lin Tingxue with her eyes.

Lin Tingxue nodded, reluctantly playing along with the little rabbit.

“What a lovely young lady! Grandpa wishes your bubble tea shop all the best—may it be a huge success and taste delicious!”

Facing this “youngster” in his sixties—who was actually 417 years old—Lin Tingxue felt a strange sense of unease. Grandpa?

Next, Leng Yao offered fruit tea to the one-fingered melon vendor, the loud-voiced auntie who worked tirelessly, and the security guard sweating profusely at the intersection.

Without exception, everyone recognized Leng Yao and called her “Yao Yatou.”

Watching this, Lin Tingxue awkwardly imitated Leng Yao’s actions, proactively handing a cup of fruit tea to someone.

On their way back, Lin Tingxue asked, “Why do you do these things?”

“Because everyone’s just trying to live their lives, you know? They just don’t know when they’ll finally reach their turning point,” Leng Yao paused, then said earnestly, “I can’t help them much, but I hope I can bring them a little joy when they’ve lost all hope.”

“And, Older Sister, you were amazing today.”

Leng Yao stood on tiptoe, reaching out to pat Lin Tingxue’s head. Remembering that Lin Tingxue in the novel disliked being touched, she quickly withdrew her hand.

But then a weight settled on her head. Lin Tingxue, mimicking Leng Yao’s unfinished gesture, gently ruffled the younger woman’s hair.

“You too.”

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