Defection 844

willingly is far more terrifying than compulsion by spells.Can they communicate with these undead creatures"Don't be afraid, as long as you don't make any aggressive moves, he won't randomly attack g..."Oh my gosh, last time I felt like a light bulb! I think you guys were about to hug each other if I hadn't suddenly walked in!" My sister said with exaggerated eyes covering her face.

"What do you want to see What are you imagining!" I laughed and playfully swatted her.

My sister whispered, "Wow, I didn't expect you to like men with such a domineering aura. It feels like they could eat you alive at any moment! I'm actually scared that if I open the door and see something rated R, I'll have nightmares."

How come I feel like my sister has a little bit of schadenfreude expectation If she saw that scene, I guess she could laugh at me for life.

"Humph... I already confessed to Senior Brother Jun, and he didn't punish me for kneeling on the durian. Don't say these things in front of him! So as not to upset him..." I whispered.

My sister rolled her eyes and said, "Your senior brother only knows how to make trouble for you. He's truly a typical doting elder brother."

“This is what they call a crying child gets milk, who would have thought I'm born to cause trouble. You're so well-behaved and quiet, my fellow disciples feel at ease when they see you, but when they see me, they get upset.” I took off my hair band and tousled my messy hair.

"What should I bring when I go out of town I'm afraid I've missed something…" My sister brushed against me and whispered to me in a low voice.

I know her mind; she always wants to handle everything perfectly, hoping for a word of praise or a smile from Shizun.

As her best friend since the womb, of course I had to help! My sister and I carefully checked her suitcase and even thought through every possible accident that could happen, wishing we could turn it into a magic pocket.

Anyway, even if it sinks further, I won't need my sister to carry it. At most, I'll just drag the box a bit.

The next morning, my front door was bustling with activity. My senior brothers and sisters had all come to see me off. Junior brother Jun and his group of four were taking the earliest flight to Hong Kong today.

Junior Brother had already instructed everyone at home, so when we were at the door, he was almost entirely instructing me.

He loves me more than my own father, no matter how small the matter is.

"If you dare to run around, I'll break your legs."

"You've been saying this for eighteen years, senior brother! Don't talk about my legs, I haven't even lost a single hair on my head!" I chuckled, hiding behind second senior brother.

"My dear brother, just keep yourself in check. If I find out you've done something you shouldn't have, just wait and see."

He threatened me coldly.

I rolled my eyes. Eighteen years old and they're still so controlling... My father didn't even care this much about raising his daughter.

Although my brother's words are worth listening to, after all, he has had a profound impact on my life, and I don't want to have a conflict with him.

I think he's a bit too worried. Mu Wanchen, that guy, looks like walking hormones, but he's quite restrained and polite!

Occasionally, some pink bubbles pop up, but they are quickly nipped in the bud.

My senior brothers have left. Second brother Qiu Zixing is in charge temporarily. He turned to me, arms akimbo, and said: "Little ancestor, we can't keep watching over you 24/7. You need to be good. A gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall, do you understand When things get complicated and dangerous, just stay away. When nothing's happening, stay home and read more books, study hard."

“...I'm starting school again.” I mumbled.

"That's good then, so you won't be idle and causing trouble everywhere..." Brother Qiu sighed.

I think he's not afraid to take over the family business, but rather afraid to be responsible for taking care of me.

Twins have one drawback: they always study together from a young age, and their best friend is each other. It's hard for anyone else to get involved.

So I didn't have any particularly close friends at school. For anything, I just looked at the class WeChat group announcements, and no one would call me specifically.

The group leader reminded me about homework in the WeChat group, and I was suddenly struck by the fact that I had completely forgotten about it all summer.

College still has homework, right

My sister and I were admitted to the same university, but different majors. The gender ratio around her was balanced, while all I had around me were rough guys and tomboys.

I'm even embarrassed to say that I studied design.

Initially, I just filled out the application randomly. I wanted to study a major that was completely unrelated to my family's field. The more niche and unconventional, the better.

I randomly clicked on several majors, which made Master Jun, my senior brother, so angry that he couldn't even eat his meal.

Finally, I chose this jewelry design. Jun, my senior brother, suddenly nodded and said it was possible, suitable for a girl.

However, I work three days fishing and two days mending nets. The first year was all basic courses and not many specialized ones. To this day, I can't even recite the standard data table for the Mohs hardness scale.

I think the first year was mainly spent learning to use computer drawing, and I was only a little interested in it.

The class monitor asked us to bring in animals, plants, still lifes, and jewelry we designed ourselves.

Jewelry... I looked up at the jade bracelet on my wrist, should I draw this

Now drawing is almost entirely done on computers. I've drawn bracelets, screens, and potted plants; all that's left are animals.

To catch up on my work, I neglected to eat and sleep. The lunch that Fifth Sister had brought me was left untouched until Mu Wanchen appeared behind the screen. Only then did I turn my head and stand up to stretch.

I found that every time he appeared in my room, he was outside the screen, not coming directly inside. This fellow is really quite polite.

"Have you eaten" I looked up and asked, "If not, let's eat together"

He glanced at the lunch boxes on the Eight Immortals table and asked in disbelief, "Can you eat so much"

I'm speechless. My fifth senior sister is the most virtuous one in our family. She only worries about not having enough to eat and never forgets to make extra.

Because my sister and older brother aren't home, I can't possibly eat a whole table of dishes by myself. She packed me some in a lunchbox, four layers of wood, and I carried two.

There are five dishes in total, two meat and three vegetarian. The fried shrimp is served in a bamboo dish with about ten pieces. There is one bowl of soup and one plate of fruit. Two large bowls of rice are also provided, I think at least half a jin per bowl.

...being told by a member of the opposite sex that you're a "good eater" feels kind of embarrassing...

"I don't usually eat much," I explained. "But Fifth Senior Sister always worries that I won't have enough... How about we eat together Two people would have more than enough."

Mú Wǎn Chén nodded, saying softly, "Having family is really good. No matter big or small matters, there's always someone who cares for you."

He doesn't seem to have any close relatives.

I lowered my head slightly, not daring to respond. I passed the chopsticks to him and ate with a spoon myself.

He eats very elegantly, in contrast to me, who just reaches out and pinches the tail of a fried shrimp and puts it straight in my mouth.

Eat without speaking, sleep without talking.

But facing a person of the opposite sex with a special relationship, this kind of silent meal created an inexplicable awkward atmosphere.

Mu Wanchen suddenly spoke, "Siyun has defected."

"Huh Mmm—" I had just raised my head, and he shoved a fried shrimp into my mouth.

He continued to elegantly use his chopsticks to pick up dishes, while slowly asking, "...You don't know who Si Yun is"

I shook my head.

"It's...the man who drugged you." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!track her whereabouts.She often went in and out of government courtyards, where the families of high-ranking officials lived. These families were usually quite low-key and rarely left their homes.But...