Sun Ningning purchased several expensive gifts in one go at the shops favored by noble young ladies in South Lane.
She had one package delivered to the General’s Manor for her handkerchief sister—her close friend Shangguan Ting.
The other smaller items were prepared for her biological sister, Sun Wanwan.
In high spirits, Sun Ningning hummed folk tunes all the way back to the Grand Secretary’s Manor.
Under the pavilion in the winding corridor,
Sun Wanwan was leaning limply against a marble stool.
Her long legs slightly pressed together in an extremely awkward posture that made her uncomfortable.
Yet under the watchful eyes of her maid behind her, she had no choice but to maintain it.
“Tap, tap, tap”—a graceful figure hurried toward her from afar, and Sun Wanwan immediately straightened up.
“Sister!”
In the original host’s memories, her elder sister had been taken as a closed-door disciple by a divine physician since childhood.
Because she often traveled, the two sisters met only once every year or two, each time for a month or two.
Though it had been two years since they last saw each other, Sun Ningning recalled how Sun Wanwan would always bring gifts for the original host from afar whenever she returned home.
Whether it was their home in Jinling or the mansion in Wangjing City, the sisters would sit cross-legged on the couch, enjoying sweets while the elder sister shared tales of mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas.
She also spoke of touching, bizarre, or amusing experiences from her two years of practicing medicine and saving lives.
There was not a trace of estrangement between the biological sisters due to time apart.
No matter how long they had been separated, they would always laugh and hug each other tightly.
They would even share a bed, chatting intimately through the night.
“Sister,”
Sun Ningning took a large bundle from the maid behind her and placed it on the stone table.
Panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the sixteen-year-old flower-like maiden already possessed a distinct fullness.
“I thought you wouldn’t arrive until evening, so I rushed to meet a friend first.”
“Look! Matching sister outfits!”
Sun Ningning felt great affection for this elegant, mature beauty.
This was exactly the kind of intimate, blood-deep sisterly bond she had always yearned for in her modern life.
No matter how fierce their arguments, they could always find a way to reconcile quickly.
Just like before, Sun Wanwan curved her willow-like brows into a smile and leaned halfway over.
Unwrapping the bundle, she revealed a set of plum blossom-hundred rivers meandering long skirts and a set of begonia mist-enveloped soft gauze midi skirts. She felt a twinge of regret inwardly.
But her words remained cheerful and warm as usual:
“Yes, so elegant and refined. Ningning has truly grown up, no longer insisting on wearing all shades of red. These colors suit Ningning better.”
Sun Ningning had been worried that her transmigrated soul changing the original host’s aesthetic preferences might seem too abrupt.
It seemed she had overthought it.
The original host’s features were bright and striking, yet she loved wearing every variation of red.
While an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl might look adorable in red, the original host kept wearing all shades—water red, tangerine red, apricot red, peach red—even at fourteen or fifteen.
Red robes, dark hair, graceful and charming, every smile and glance unconsciously exuding allure.
Sun Wanwan hadn’t expected Sun Ningning to change her preferences and regretted that the red dresses she had prepared could no longer be gifted.
Lowering her gaze to the outfits, she spoke gently:
“Then tomorrow we’ll wear these to show Grandfather. The old man will surely be delighted.”
Sun Ningning looked at this sister who was younger than her modern self had been, warmly linking arms and clinging to her.
“Oh, why wait until tomorrow? Let’s change into them now! We can surprise Grandfather during dinner.”
“Come on, sister!”
Sun Ningning saw nothing wrong with a psychological 21-year-old acting coy toward an 18-year-old girl.
Affectionately snuggling close.
She inhaled the sweet fragrance unique to women.
Huh? Where did Sister Wanwan buy this face powder?
Why is the scent so strong?
Is it just low quality? Or did she apply too much?
Sun Wanwan felt half her body go numb from Sun Ningning’s forceful, coquettish embrace, her ears turning pink.
Her heart was pounding wildly.
Seeing Sun Wanwan’s embarrassed expression, Sun Ningning hesitated – had she been too enthusiastic?
But after carefully recalling the plot from the book and the original host’s limited memories…
She confirmed: wasn’t this exactly how the original host interacted with her sister?
Could she actually be feeling shy?
Sun Ningning secretly smiled, rubbing her cheek against the other’s shoulder like modern best friends would.
Pressing half her body against her sister, she cooed:
“Come on, let’s go change together!”
Sun Wanwan felt the soft sensation against her arm, the sweet breath spraying by her ear…
Her breathing grew three times heavier, wishing she could jump three meters away immediately.
But she couldn’t.
It would give her away.
“I just got home and don’t feel like moving. You’ve been out playing wild too – let’s not bother today, how about tomorrow?”
She subtly withdrew her arm from Sun Ningning’s grasp and stretched lazily.
Sun Ningning reflected that she’d been too excited from seeing Xiao Ze, forgetting her sister had just returned home. She felt she’d been inconsiderate.
Quickly stepping forward again, she began massaging Sun Wanwan’s shoulders.
“Then we’ll wear them tomorrow. Let Ningning massage you.”
The eager Sun Ningning diligently kneaded Sun Wanwan’s shoulders.
Several maids watched the intimate sisters with smiling eyes, envying such closeness.
But Sun Wanwan’s heart was in turmoil, her body stiff and unable to relax.
Half an hour later
Back in her room, Sun Wanwan immediately dismissed the servants.
She changed out of the dress stained with Sun Ningning’s scent, unwrapping and discarding two large cotton pads.
Revealing flat, pale skin with two pink buds.
Slender waist and long legs, all clearly visible.
Finding a snow-white ruqun to change into, she rewrapped the cotton pads, adjusting their position.
After completely changing her clothes, “Sun Wanwan” washed her hands twice.
Only when she could no longer smell the overwhelming scent of Sun Ningning did she finally exhale deeply.
“I really shouldn’t have been so greedy to agree to impersonate her…”
“Women are terrifying.”
His undisguised voice was a clear young man’s tone.
Lying on the couch, “Sun Wanwan” raised a single arm to cover his eyes.
His mind filled with images of the girl’s sweet voice and bonelessly soft body hanging on his arm.
Having never been this close to a woman in over ten years of life, he sighed deeply.
“Money sure is hard to earn!”