9When Yin Xiamo and Zhen En pushed the door open, Yin Cheng, alerted by Ouchen, had already quickly hidden his drawing board. Yin Xiamo carried a bag of fruit, a fine sheen of perspiration on her brow.

Seeing Ouchen, she paused briefly before smiling, "You're here. I thought you had a meeting this afternoon?" "The meeting is over." Ouchen rose to take the fruit from her hand, then produced a handkerchief and offered it to her, saying, "Next time you need to buy anything, you can tell me." "Thank you," Yin Xiamo accepted the handkerchief and murmured softly.

Yin Cheng stared intently at the two of them, wanting to get a better look. Just then, Zhen En poked her head in, sniffing around.

She spotted the drawing board hidden beside the sickbed, picked it up, and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh? What are you drawing?" Yin Cheng's face instantly flushed scarlet, and he reached out, trying to snatch it back, but Zhen En wouldn't yield, still scrutinizing the object on the paper with intense curiosity.

"Sister Zhen En..." He could only gaze pleadingly at Zhen En, begging her not to reveal the contents of the sketch. Zhen En stuck out her tongue, then playfully shook the drawing board a few more times before returning it.

Since he wanted secrecy, she would grant him that. "Drawing again," Yin Xiamo washed a few apples, beginning to peel them with a paring knife.

"Didn't we agree you would rest properly?" "I haven't drawn for several days; lying in the sickbed made my arm feel stiff. I only drew a little to get the body moving slightly," Yin Cheng said cautiously, afraid of upsetting his sister.

"As long as you don't draw constantly, it's fine." Ouchen interjected, seemingly casually. Yin Xiamo, however, was momentarily stunned.

Ouchen was always indifferent to those around her, even disliking her closeness with family, yet now he was defending Xiao Cheng. Beside them, Zhen En was still teasing and playing with Xiao Cheng, filling the room with warmth.

In her reverie, she had a strange sense of illusion, as if everyone present were a long-established family. "Have an apple." Yin Xiamo handed the peeled apple to Xiao Cheng.

As he ate, praising how sweet it was, Xiao Cheng secretly tucked the drawing board away, ensuring his sister wouldn't see it. She peeled another for Zhen En, then prepared one more before walking over to Ouchen.

Ouchen was deeply focused on his laptop; the screen was filled with dense columns of financial reports from various companies. Sensing someone approach, he looked up, meeting her gaze, then glanced at the peeled apple in her hand.

A flicker of emotion crossed his eyes. "You..." Yin Xiamo hesitated, looking at the official documents he was handling.

She decided against handing him the apple directly, instead offering a gentle smile and saying, "Please attend to your work first." Then, she turned back, retrieved a plate from the cupboard, carefully sliced the apple she held into neat segments, placed a small fork atop them, and only then turned back to present it, setting it down softly beside Ouchen's hand. "Wow!

Xiamo, you are being so biased!" Zhen En gasped, unable to help but call out half in jest and half in teasing, "So biased, so biased! The apples for me and Xiao Cheng are so simple, but the one for Ouchen is so thoughtful!

Honestly, even if you’re about to get married, you should tone down the sweetness; some of us don't have boyfriends and might get provoked..." Yin Xiamo blushed slightly. Ouchen gazed at her with darkened eyes, a deep, fixed regard.

She met his gaze in return; her eyes were like still water, her lips curved in a gentle smile—an inexpressible, unfolding emotion slowly rippled between the two... "Sister Zhen En..." The door to the sickroom closed, leaving only Yin Cheng and Zhen En in the room.

After a long, silent contemplation, the pure, seemingly worry-free smile vanished from Yin Cheng's face. Although he had witnessed many intimate moments between his sister and Ouchen recently, he always held a certain feeling...

Summer of Foam III