Chapter 666: Shall I Take You as My Younger Brother?

"Can we eat now?"

Finally finishing the hand-touching process, Poseixi let out a long sigh of relief.

Even though she had already said she was waiting for him, when the actual contact came, she still found it hard to be that composed.

"Whoosh!"

In what felt like a blur before her eyes, Poseixi discovered that Qin Jian had already sat down at the table and raised his chopsticks: "I couldn't wait any longer!"

Poseixi: "..."

Qin Jian picked up a slice of fish as crystalline as jade; it could be seen trembling up and down on the chopsticks without any sign of breaking, and a fragrant aroma wafted over.

Just looking at it made his mouth water, and after he impatiently stuffed it into his mouth, the smooth, tender, and bouncy fish slice seemed to dance on his tongue, transmitting its wonderful flavor through his nervous system as he chewed.

"So delicious!"

Qin Jian's eyes were filled with amazement, not directed at Poseixi, but at the fish she had made.

Poseixi sat down slowly across from him, and like him, picked up a slice of fish, placed it in her mouth, and chewed gently.

As it turned out, the taste was the same; it wasn't much better than what she had made before...

The only difference was that now, there was someone accompanying her.

Even, he liked it very much...

Poseixi watched silently as Qin Jian ate the fish, watching him wield his chopsticks with such flair, watching him slowly sweep the fish soup away like the Wind Sweeps the Clouds until not a drop remained, and a sense of immense satisfaction suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart.

So, these things she had always thought were a waste of time really did have a meaning to their existence; the past time had not been squandered, and everything would eventually become a part of her—it was just a matter of time...

"Why aren't you eating?"

After Qin Jian licked his bowl clean, his gaze went straight to Poseixi's bowl, which she had only touched a few times.

"I only ate a little to taste it; as for the rest, if you don't mind..."

Poseixi smiled faintly and pushed her bowl over gently.

"Clatter."

Qin Jian snatched the bowl over in an instant and reached his chopsticks in: "I don't mind, I don't mind at all."

Seeing him rhythmically feeding the fish slices into his mouth, ensuring every chew was fully enjoyed while maintaining such Speed, Poseixi couldn't help but shake her head, suddenly feeling as if she were looking at a younger brother.

So, taking care of someone could also make her feel this satisfied...

She reached out to touch Qin Jian's temple hair, helping him tuck a stray lock behind his ear so it wouldn't fall into the soup.

Qin Jian looked up curiously, only to be completely enveloped by a pair of watery eyes.

That tenderness was like wine steeped for a hundred years, so rich it made one feel intoxicated.

"How about," Poseixi pursed her lips, her voice soft and gentle, "I take you as my younger brother, how does that sound?"

"Take me as your younger brother? You want to be my older sister?"

Qin Jian's tone was very strange: "You waited for me for all these years, and in the end, you only want to be my sister?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to pour the remaining fish slices and soup from the bowl into his mouth all at once, enjoying the final pleasure.

At this moment, a handkerchief appeared in Poseixi's hand, and she gently helped Qin Jian wipe the corners of his mouth clean.

"I just feel a bit awkward," she put the handkerchief away and looked elsewhere: "To me, you are both familiar and strange. If we were to develop that kind of relationship, it would feel too fast, but if I were your sister, it would feel much more natural."

Poseixi stood up, collected the bowls, washed them, and then put all the kitchen utensils and tableware into the cabinet she had just built.

Qin Jian watched her actions silently, then suddenly asked strangely: "You... why are you so practiced at this?"

Poseixi's movements paused slightly, then she said: "I just had nothing to do for these past ten years; in the decades before that, I did do some strange things."

"Strange things? What kind?" Qin Jian asked curiously.

Poseixi dried her hands and turned back with a smile: "That depends on what else you want to dig up; cooking is just one of them."

Qin Jian rested his head on his hand, his elbow propped on the stone table: "Building houses, carving furniture, constructing stoves, cooking and making soup..."

He smiled slightly, his voice filled with deliberately affected intimacy: "Sister Xi, what else can you do? Can you tell me?"

Poseixi shivered instantly: "Why are you calling me so strangely?"

"Then how else should I call you?" Qin Jian's tone remained unchanged, still cloying: "Should it be Sister Bo? Sister Sai?"

"Can't you just be normal and call me sister like a younger brother would?" Poseixi said, feeling a headache.

"You want me to really step into the role of a younger brother? That's not impossible..."

Qin Jian blinked: "However, are there any benefits?"

Poseixi was a bit dazed: "What benefits do you want?"

"How about..." Qin Jian drew out his voice: "How about you let me, your younger brother, give you a hug?"

Poseixi turned and walked away: "Forget it, call me whatever you want."

Qin Jian hurriedly jumped up and grabbed her hand: "Sister."

This time, he didn't deliberately tease her; it sounded quite normal.

Poseixi turned and patted his head: "That's more like it."

Qin Jian: "..."

Little by little, they tested each other's boundaries, then grew familiar and drew closer to one another.

In this, the two of them still had a bit of tacit understanding.

"Sister, can you sing?" Qin Jian suddenly asked.

Poseixi smiled slightly: "What would you like to hear?"

Qin Jian pulled her along, turned back to the eaves, and sat down on the clean floor.

"After a meal, it's time to enjoy a lazy afternoon..."

He kicked off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the wooden boards in his socks, and said to Poseixi: "Sister, do you play any musical instruments?"

"As for instruments," Poseixi pondered for a moment: "I have learned a few; what do you like?"

"Harp, I like the Harp," Qin Jian said without hesitation.

Setting aside the zither he brought to this world, the sound of the Harp was the most ethereal, perfectly matching his preferences.

"Bang."

The next moment, a massive Harp appeared before Poseixi.

"Ding ding dong..."

Her slender fingers swept across it, and in no time, she had checked all the tuning.

"What would you like to hear?" Poseixi asked, looking back.

Qin Jian thought for a moment, leaned forward, and asked, "Can it be customized?"

"Customized?"

Poseixi was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what he meant: "You have something you want to hear? Then hum it, I can do it after listening once."

Qin Jian then slowly hummed "Big Fish".

"It's a very beautiful song..."

Poseixi closed her eyes, immersed in the wonderful melody; when Qin Jian finished the first chorus and began the second, she opened her eyes and slowly plucked the strings of the Harp.

Except for a few moments of awkwardness at the beginning, she was able to perform it perfectly afterward.

When Qin Jian stopped singing, she began to hum it herself: "Watching you fly far away, watching you leave me, so it turns out you were born to belong to the sky..."

Under the slanted sunlight, the woman seemed to be shrouded in golden radiance, dreamlike and illusory.

"Every teardrop flows toward you, flowing back to our very first meeting..."

Qin Jian looked at her soft and beautiful profile, lost in a daze...

(End of chapter)