TFRLTOP Chapter 109 Part 1

Chapter 109 – The Young Master’s “Fake” Little Sister 

A Silly-Sweet, Clingy Chapter

Xiao Yunmu pulled Ming Ming back onto the bed and held her face-to-face, letting her rest against his shoulder while he carefully dried her hair.

Neither of them moved apart even once.

With barely any strength left, she muttered,
“Can we… go out now?”

Between the roar of the hair dryer, she only vaguely heard his lazy, almost distracted,
“Hm?”

“You don’t think this shower was… completely pointless?”

He asked slowly,
“What did you say?”

That calm, indifferent tone made her feel like she’d punched a pillow.

What a jerk.

He was definitely pretending not to hear her because of the noise.

Bullying.

She got annoyed and secretly tried to shift.

Sure enough, he stopped moving.

The hair dryer turned off.

The room went quiet.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her seriously.
She stared back innocently.

That innocence lasted exactly one second.

Then she looked terrified.

He chuckled lightly and casually tossed the hair dryer aside.
The way he looked at her was… honestly a little scary.

In a last-ditch effort, she pleaded:
“Wait, wait — I was wrong! I’m sleepy! I really want to sleep…”

The more pitiful she sounded, the darker his gaze became.

The world seemed to spin.

His voice dropped — low, gentle, and dangerous.

“It’s fine. You sleep.”

Liar.

How was she supposed to sleep?!

He finally stopped holding himself back.

“Relax… you like this, don’t you?”

He murmured to tease her.

All she could do was make breathless, incoherent sounds in response.

He pressed a soft kiss against her forehead.

He had never felt this full, this content.

Half-asleep, Ming Ming vaguely heard him say:

“We’ve known each other for so long… but right now, it feels like I’m only just meeting you.
I can’t take back the years we lost… so let me have your future.”

Way too sentimental.
What was he even talking about…

She was too tired to care.

Her last thought before falling asleep was:

Starting tomorrow, I’m going to rule over Xiao Yunmu like a queen.

When she woke up the next day, she felt like her pillow was… different.

Less soft.

Warm.

Weirdly close.

Still half-asleep, she reached out and squeezed it.

It felt… wrong.

She shot her eyes open.

And met Xiao Yunmu’s calm, lazy gaze.

…?!

Her brain was still lagging.

She instinctively tried to roll away—

—and then realized something.

“Why are you—”

He smiled lazily and wrapped an arm around her from behind, pulling her back.

“What is it this time?” he asked innocently.

Her only response was a muffled sound of protest.

“Lazy little cat,” he teased.
“The sun’s already out. Still sleepy?”

What kind of person wakes someone up like this?!

On the verge of tears, Ming Ming weakly bit his shoulder.
With no strength, it felt more like a kitten chewing.

Which only made him hold her tighter.

Aside from cooking and bringing her meals, Xiao Yunmu barely left the bed.

Ming Ming finally couldn’t take it and started flailing:

“I don’t want to stay in bed anymore! I want to get up! I’m about to fuse with the mattress!”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? You don’t want the bed?”

“That’s easy.”

For one beautiful second, she thought:
Is this the benefit of dating? Is he not acting like a dad anymore?

Then she saw the look in his eyes.

…Bad feeling.

“Wait! I said I don’t want to stay in bed!
Who said anything about… kitchen/living room/balcony/garden situations?!”

He leaned close to her ear and said soothingly:

“It’s fine. I gave all the staff the day off.”

“No one can see. You don’t have to be shy.”

Devil.

Absolute devil.

She burst into tears in his arms.

“You’re a bad person. You bully me.”

“I’m just taking good care of you.”

“Go away!” she cried.

When he cooked, he wrapped her up securely in a blanket and had her sit on the couch to watch TV.

She tried to resist.

She failed.

He clearly found it very amusing.

The choice was simple:

Blanket burrito — or nothing at all.

“Do you have no shame at all?” she asked.

“You barely ate.”
He happily fed her like she was a small animal.

“I don’t want greens, I want ribs… also, has your shame died?”

“Be good. One more bite.”

“…We are not having the same conversation.”

After eating, they finally sat properly on the couch to watch TV.

He, of course, intentionally picked movies that were way too suggestive.

And his hand was definitely not behaving.

Eventually, she forcibly switched the channel to a children’s cartoon.

Peace was restored.

She ordered him to bring her a popsicle, which she slowly ate while watching cartoons.

She felt her brain — and her whole soul — finally relax.

He just… stared at her.

Watching very carefully.

She felt her face heat up under his gaze.

She turned to look at him.

The look in his eyes startled her.

She looked down at the popsicle.

And suddenly understood.

So, while staring straight at him, she deliberately took a big, loud bite.

Crunch.

Extra crunchy.

Just to make sure he heard it.