Ming Ming, being kindhearted (and weak to pretty boys), crouched down in front of him.
“Hey… estimated scores aren’t always right.”
She paused, watching him.
(He still cried really nicely…)
“College Isn’t the Only Path in Life.”
…You also cry very beautifully.
…Wait, why did you stop crying?
Oh, I comforted you.
Alright then.
Hope you’re still sad next time I see you.
Cry more. I like watching.
They exchanged contact information and quickly became familiar with each other.
This time, Ming Ming didn’t hide anything from Xiao Yunmu.
She was in college now — dating was normal, right?
And as her “brother,” he had no proper standing to object.
Even when Xiao Yunmu saw them being affectionate during video calls, he no longer reacted the way he used to. He simply asked casually:
“So, who are you into this time?”
Ming Ming said shyly,
“He’s a year younger than me. He just finished the college entrance exam.”
Xiao Yunmu stared at her in silence, his expression practically saying:
You really have no shame…
“Well, you see, quality younger guys aren’t something you joke about,” she thought smugly.
He asked, as if casually,
“You like younger guys?”
“Who doesn’t?” she said lightly.
Younger boys are sweet.
Younger boys are cute.
Younger boys cry beautifully.
Looking at him, Ming Ming had the strange urge to grow an organ she definitely did not have.
“I heard in ABO worlds, female Alphas have one,” she told the system in her head.
“I want to go to an ABO world.”
The system rolled its eyes internally.
“Dream on. Even if you went, you’d be a weak little Omega.”
“What about switching genders? Male Omega is fine too — as long as I have one,” Ming Ming fantasized.
“I could try an OO relationship, and if I’m brave enough, maybe even OA or OB—”
The system was horrified.
“AO is not reversible!”
“Tch, you have no vision. If an Omega wants power, anything is possible.”
“I will never let you ruin an ABO world! That setting exists for chaos already!”
The system went silent, mentally exhausted.
While she was chatting nonsense with the system, Xiao Yunmu suddenly asked:
“…Do you have a problem with older men?”
Ming Ming blinked.
“Huh?”
“…Nothing.” He looked away.
Outwardly calm.
Inside? A storm.
He forced himself to act indifferent — while secretly following her in his car every day, watching her happily talk to that just-graduated pretty boy.
One night, she waited for the part-time worker to finish his shift.
It was almost midnight.
The two of them walked hand in hand down the street.
From far away, Xiao Yunmu saw the boy steal a quick, shy kiss to her cheek.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel.
At least… she went home properly after.
When Ming Ming got home, she assumed he’d already gone to sleep.
She quietly went to shower.
She was exhausted.
The moment the water was running, the bathroom door opened.
Xiao Yunmu walked in, cold air clinging to him as he’d just walked out of a storm.
She froze.
She had no clothes nearby. No towel within reach.
She could only awkwardly shield herself.
“B-brother, why are you—”
“Don’t call me that.”
His voice was low, rough.
He stepped forward and pulled her into a tight embrace.
She instinctively stepped back.
They ended up under the shower spray — water soaking his clothes and her hair.
The contrast was stark:
him fully dressed, her completely unprepared.
He lifted her carefully and carried her out of the steam-filled room, step by step, to the bedroom.
He set her down gently.
A drop of water slid from his fringe.
He lifted a hand and softly touched the side of her face that had been kissed earlier.
His gaze was dark.
She whispered,
“What’s wrong…?”
Did he change his mind again?
“I want to be with you,” he said.
“I can’t stand seeing you with someone else.”
He hesitated, then added quietly:
“There are no real rules binding us. Choose me.”
“Let me take care of you.”
His voice softened.
His eyes… almost pleaded.
Ming Ming looked at him.
Then her eyes curved into a slow smile.
“…Okay.”
His eyes trembled slightly.
He leaned down, and the moment blurred into silence.
Afterward, Ming Ming felt like she’d been through a storm — even though he’d actually been restrained.
He ran a bath and carried her there.
“No… don’t wash my hair…” she mumbled sleepily.
“Be good. Your hair’s wet. I’ll dry it for you later.”
“…Get out…” she complained weakly, even though she couldn’t lift a finger.
Completely at his mercy.
He looked utterly serious, gently washing her hair with calm care — as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Whenever she got too sleepy, he’d whisper to her to stay awake.
For some reason, he seemed very fond of the soft sounds she made when half-asleep.
She even suspected he was doing it on purpose — resetting himself by listening to her.
A devious older man.
Absolutely shameless.
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