"Everyone loves beauty, and everyone likes a pretty girl when they see one. It's not ancient times anymore; society doesn't prevent you from having multiple wives or concubines." Liu Bingying's words somehow seemed to be making excuses for Ling Zhenfei.

"What are you trying to say, sister?" Ling Zhenfei felt that Liu Bingying's question couldn't possibly be that simple.

With some concern, Liu Bingying said, "I'm just worried that our kind of relationship could cause trouble if your girlfriend found out. If you do get a girlfriend, you have to tell me. Then I won't cling to you anymore."

Upon hearing this, Ling Zhenfei hurriedly said, "If you say that, sister, then I'll just never get a girlfriend."

"If you don't get a girlfriend, I'll hit you. What do you mean you're not going to get a girlfriend?" Liu Bingying scolded with a blameful face, the kind of reprimand a sister gives to her brother.

"Then I'll find someone just like sister, and if that doesn't work out, I'll just marry sister, how about that?" Ling Zhenfei said very earnestly.

Liu Bingying gently slapped Ling Zhenfei on the face and said, "If you talk like that again... I've already been married once, I don't deserve you."

"If sister doesn't deserve me, then nobody does. You know, I really like you a lot," Ling Zhenfei said as he grabbed Liu Bingying's hand, showing his sincerity.

Liu Bingying let Ling Zhenfei hold her hand but did not respond to his words. Instead, she asked, "Who are the girls around you, anyway? Tell your sister about them, let me give you some advice."

Perhaps because he had drunk too much, Ling Zhenfei actually started talking to Liu Bingying about the girls around him—he talked about his childhood sweetheart, He Lingxiu, about Zhuo Yue, and about Lin Yuluo, with whom he had been mistakenly thought to be in a relationship, and of course, there was Yang Zixuan, who was gradually changing.

After he finished speaking, Liu Bingying also didn't know how to choose anymore.

The two chatted as they spoke, having not seen each other for a few days felt like several years had passed. They talked more and more, and quickly finished a bottle of red wine. However, as they were both enjoying themselves, Liu Bingying opened another bottle to continue drinking.

The two of them chatted and drank, and before they knew it, two bottles were gone. Red wine may not seem to affect you at first, but once you're done drinking, it can hit you hard. Ling Zhenfei got up to use the bathroom, and when he came back, his steps felt light and airy, and his head was a bit warm. It's a difficult feeling to describe but even more intoxicating.

Many people drink because they love the sensation of alcohol; it's what's known as a drunken stupor. At that point, Ling Zhenfei started to feel it. He walked back to the living room and saw Liu Bingying sitting there, supporting her body with her arms.

"Sister, you're really beautiful," Ling Zhenfei said sincerely.

Liu Bingying was slightly startled and then a bit shy: "What are you talking about, brother? Your sister is old already."

"Sister is not old at all, sister is at her most charming age." Ling Zhenfei stared blankly at Liu Bingying, finding every smile and every frown enchanting.

"Sister is charming, am I? Then why haven't I seen you enchanted?" Liu Bingying also looked at Ling Zhenfei, their eyes meeting in a tender gaze as if reaching straight into the heart.

Ling Zhenfei looked down at the beauty in his arms and said earnestly, "Sister, my heart is already completely bewitched by you."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Who knows how much time passed, but finally, they stopped. The two, who had nearly been drunk, were now sober.

"Sister, I want to be responsible for you," said Ling Zhenfei.

Having heard Ling Zhenfei's words, Liu Bingying suddenly sat up: "Don't talk nonsense. I'm much older than you; your sister doesn't need you to be responsible. All I hope is that you won't forget me," she said.

"But I really feel it's unfair to my sister," Ling Zhenfei's heart was filled with guilt.

"There's nothing unfair, as long as you treat your sister well in the future, she will be happy."

"If my sister needs me to do anything, I will do everything I can to accomplish it."

Liu Bingying smiled faintly, pulled Ling Zhenfei to her, and said, "I don't need my little brother to do anything."

It was not until the next morning, when Liu Bingying's phone alarm rang, that Ling Zhenfei woke up.

Liu Bingying had to go on a business trip for training. They got up early for the morning train. After breakfast, Ling Zhenfei drove Liu Bingying to the train station. He watched Liu Bingying board the departing train before heading back.

At that moment, he suddenly received a text message from Liu Bingying, "There's no one at home now, if there is a girl who is willing, you can bring her home."

Ling Zhenfei was somewhat shocked—he really didn't know what kind of mentality Liu Bingying had. She truly worried about his affairs a lot.

Just then, Yang Zixuan called Ling Zhenfei, asking him where he was. After agreeing on a location, Ling Zhenfei drove straight to the place Yang Zixuan had mentioned.

The car belonged to Liu Bingying, a white Santana 2000. Ling Zhenfei had not expected Liu Bingying to like driving this style of car; she was indeed a pragmatist.

Arriving at the meeting place with Yang Zixuan, which was the entrance of a shopping mall, he did not wait long before Yang Zixuan came out, holding several bags in her hands.

Today, Yang Zixuan was wearing a tight-fitting dress with lace trim at the hem. It was not very long, barely reaching her knees including the lace. She wore a pair of white high heels—not too tall, but quite stylish.

Because the clothes were tight, Yang Zixuan's figure was very well displayed. She seemed more mature and confident than when she had just graduated and started working. What influenced Ling Zhenfei the most was that her figure had improved significantly.

"Big Brother Ling, this is the clothing I bought for you. Try it on, does it fit?" Yang Zixuan got into the car and handed the bag to Ling Zhenfei.

"You bought clothes for me?" Ling Zhenfei asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, you helped me so much; buying you clothes shouldn't be too much, and besides, if you look more handsome, isn't that a good thing for my image?" Yang Zixuan was very honest, expressing what was on her mind.

"So you intend for me to change into these clothes in the car?" Ling Zhenfei looked around the interior of the car—the space was indeed large enough to change without feeling cramped.

"Of course, come to the back to change. I promise I won't peek," Yang Zixuan's face turned red as she spoke, apparently having certain thoughts.

Ling Zhenfei didn't overthink it and went straight to the back seat, right next to Yang Zixuan.

"Aren't you going to move to the front seat?" Ling Zhenfei noticed Yang Zixuan didn't seem to have any intention of moving to the front seat by the door.

"You're just changing clothes; do you really need so much space? Or are you saying there's some physical flaw you're afraid I might see?" Yang Zixuan asked, looking puzzled.

"Then suit yourself," said Ling Zhenfei and began to remove his shirt.

"Wow, Big Brother Ling, do you work out? Your muscles are amazing!" Upon seeing Ling Zhenfei's muscles, Yang Zixuan couldn't help but exclaim.

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