Within the bamboo **, Long Xuechan lay sprawled on her back, the thin velvet quilt failing entirely to conceal the lush, graceful contours of her figure. A section of her long ** stretched out from beneath the quilt, perfectly rounded and exquisite, her skin, as pale and delicate as ice and snow, as smooth as satin, virtually poreless, dazzling the eye until it blurred.

Seemingly jolted awake by the violent slam of the door, Long Xuechan let out a soft, delicate moan from her throat. She shifted her body for a while before slowly sitting up. As the velvet covering slid down her chest, the two mounds of pure white fullness sprang forth, quivering, and in that instant, the entire room seemed to brighten several shades.

Leaning back against the headboard, Long Xuechan’s hair was disheveled, her cheeks lightly flushed, her languid demeanor radiating an extreme allure. Her beautiful eyes, half-open and half-closed, slanted toward the figure standing opposite her. Long Xuechan sighed with feigned helplessness, "My Fairy Mei, your little sister here had just drifted off to sleep, and you had to wake me up."

Hearing this, a faint blush rose over Long Meixian's ashen face. She gritted her teeth, "Long Xuechan, look at the trouble you've caused!"

Long Xuechan giggled sweetly, "I'm doing good deeds every day, Sister. Which one are you referring to?"

"Enough..."

Long Meixian grew flustered with shame, her eyes suddenly fixing on the foot of Long Xuechan’s bed where a white dress lay—its style exactly matching the one she usually favored. Long Meixian strode over, snatched up the white dress, and shook it out in the air: "Long Xuechan, what is this?"

Long Xuechan blinked her beautiful eyes, looking entirely innocent. "It’s a dress, isn't it?"

Seeing her sister's expression, Long Meixian lunged in front of her, exasperated, "Of course, I know it’s a dress! I'm asking you, what did you go out wearing this dress for last night and the night before?"

"Oh dear, you already know?" Long Xuechan gasped, covering her crimson lips in mock surprise.

"We’re at this stage, and you still want to hide it from me?" Seeing her admission, unconcealed anger surfaced on Long Meixian’s pretty face.

"Don't be so angry, Sister Mei. I only went to take a couple of naps," Long Xuechan said, suddenly shy, like a little girl caught doing something wrong.

"Stop pretending with me, be serious!"

Long Meixian was about to lose control. "You actually wore an identical outfit to sneak out and sleep with that stinking man, and you say just a couple of naps? Do you think two naps aren't enough? Should you sleep a few more times? Huh? And what was that nonsense you said to that bastard about borrowing seed? Borrowing a ghost's head..."

After Long Meixian unleashed her barrage of accusations, Long Xuechan finally straightened her voluptuous figure slightly and spoke calmly, "Mei, don't you want a child?"

"Hmph?"

Long Meixian, accustomed to Long Xuechan’s seductive wildness, was taken aback by this sudden seriousness. For a moment, she couldn't quite adjust.

Without waiting for a reply, Long Xuechan pressed on, "Do you know when the women of our Dragon Spirit Clan are most suited for conception?"

Long Meixian instinctively replied, "Between twenty-five and thirty-five years old."

Long Xuechan nodded. "It seems you do know. Then, let me ask you, how old are we now?"

"Twenty-nine!" Long Meixian answered.

Long Xuechan nodded gravely. "Then I have one final question for you: Besides Nie Kong, can we have children with any other man? Since you’re too embarrassed to answer, I’ll answer for you: the answer is 'No!' Now that Nie Kong has finally reached Dragon Island, who knows if he’ll ever come again. If we don't seize this rare opportunity, are you suggesting we spend our lives alone?"

"Spend..."

As Long Xuechan’s questions piled up, the anger accumulated in Long Meixian’s chest slowly diminished, and hesitation crept onto her fair face. Yet, thinking of what she had just experienced, Long Meixian felt an intense wave of shame and indignation. She bit her lip, "Stop saying 'we' so easily. That’s your idea, not mine. If you want to go borrow that seed from him, go ahead by yourself. But why did you twice wear my exact clothes? If I’m not mistaken, you probably didn't just wear my clothes; you mimicked me in every other aspect too, didn't you?"

Long Xuechan chuckled coyly. "Your little sister only had that one muddled time with him; it felt like nothing. Without any reason, how could I just run up to Brother Nie Kong and say such a thing? Telling him directly that I wanted to borrow seed—that’s too mortifying."

"You, you, you..." Long Meixian’s body trembled with rage. "You were embarrassed, you felt awkward, so you disguised yourself as me and went? Is that it?"

"Who told you that you were the elder sister?" Long Xuechan replied helplessly.

"Sister? You still remember I’m your older sister!" Long Meixian’s expression turned grim. "Do you have any idea? Because of your awkwardness, because you were too shy, when I went over today, that bastard..." Long Xuechan, why are you sitting up straight like that? Tell me, why are you laughing?"

"Not laughing, not laughing!" Long Xuechan quickly suppressed her grin and said, "Mei, you’ve already been with him three times. What does one more matter? Besides, don’t you think these kinds of things are enjoyable? I could tell; that last time, you were actually enjoying yourself immensely..."

Seeing Long Meixian’s face grow redder and redder, Long Xuechan quickly added with feigned concern, "Oh, right, Mei. It seems you ran back as soon as you were done. Why didn't you stay there for a good rest? That fellow is terrible at cherishing women; after resting for a long time, one’s whole body feels soft and pliable..."

"Shut up!"

Long Meixian’s cheeks burned. She had come back here intending to confront Long Xuechan and demand an explanation, but now not only had she failed to make her case, she felt as though she was the one being unreasonable. This left her feeling utterly deflated. Hearing Long Xuechan’s comment, she suddenly realized her legs were indeed trembling slightly.

Long Xuechan obediently held her tongue, looking at her sister with a pitiful expression.

"You..."

Long Meixian had intended to scold her daring younger sister, but she found that the righteous anger needed for the confrontation had completely evaporated. After squeezing out a single word, she felt strangely speechless. She shot a fierce glare at Long Xuechan, who was expertly playing the part of the pitiable and obedient sibling. "Long Xuechan, I can let the previous incidents go, but from this moment on, you are forbidden from using my identity to fool around with him again."

"I promise!" Long Xuechan nodded repeatedly.

Seeming unconvinced by the credibility of Long Xuechan's promise, Long Meixian added a vicious threat: "If you dare break this, don't blame me, Long Meixian, for never acknowledging you as my sister again."

"Ah?"

This statement was highly effective; Long Xuechan went utterly blank.

Seeing this, Long Meixian felt slightly reassured. She gave Long Xuechan one last warning look before turning and walking toward the door.