You are all bad women! Don't come over!

Shen Mochen pedaled his bicycle in a rush to get home. At first, he wasn't going too fast, but in less than half a minute, he sped off like the wind. The greenery and shops by the roadside all seemed to retreat in unison, and both vehicles and pedestrians were left behind.

The evening breeze whooshed through his body scattering his fringe and ruffling his collar, and his speed just kept increasing.

It took less than five minutes for the bicycle to stop underneath an old apartment building.

The residential area had seen better days, its walls under the shade of trees had glazed bricks covered in greasy black stains, and the iron door of the building, painted in green, was peeling, revealing rusty patches beneath.

Despite the age of the neighborhood, it was close to the city center and located in a school district, so neither the rent nor the property prices were considered cheap.

Shen Mochen's hand rested on the handlebar, one foot on the pedal and the other supporting himself on the ground, he gasped for air. The speedy ride had made his legs feel somewhat sore and weak. Once stopped, he instantly began to sweat profusely, his clothes dampened swiftly, and sweat drops the size of beans dripped down his hair and cheeks.

"Huff..."

The sky was deepening, stars twinkling. Shen Mochen took a short break, casually wiping the sweat off his face, heaved a long sigh, locked the bike, straightened his clothes, and tiptoed upstairs.

He opened the door to the apartment; it was dark inside, save for the sound of shower water coming from the bathroom and the faint light shining through the glass door, illuminating the floor and walls.

"Really loves to save electricity..."

Shen Mochen muttered under his breath. If he had known the other person was showering, he could have just come straight up earlier, or there was no need to ride so fast.

He flicked the switch by the door and the whole room was instantly lit up. The floor in front of him was scattered with clothes that had been taken off.

"Always leaving things scattered everywhere!"

Shen Mochen complained aloud, but his tone held no real dissatisfaction as he efficiently picked up each garment.

Jeans, T-shirt, jacket, socks, bra, underwear... And it was white lace again. How much can you possibly love white lace!

Holding the white lace panties in his hand, he resisted the urge to make a sarcastic remark and threw all the clothes into the clothes basket in the corner before knocking on the bathroom door to let the other person know he was home.

He took off his jacket, washed his hands in the kitchen, and started cooking. He was in a rather good mood, softly humming a popular tune of late.

He had just finished chopping the radishes when thudding footsteps approached from behind.

The scent of berries mixed with the crisp, fresh smell of roses just hit his nostrils when a girl pressed against Shen Mochen's back, her arms hooked around his neck, and her chin rested on his shoulder.

"Xiaochen, you're back—"

The girl's face was filled with a playful smile and her voice laced with a hint of sultry laziness.

Shen Mochen blushed, did not turn his head, and lightly pushed away the girl: "Put on proper clothes and your slippers. You're barefoot again, aren't you?"

He had just been sweating, and she had just finished showering; it wasn't a good time to be so close together.

"I'm wearing clothes, who doesn't put clothes on after a shower?"

The girl let go of Shen Mochen, raised her head high, and showed displeasure at the "wrong accusation."

Shen Mochen turned to glance at her. She had just come out from the shower, her long hair dripping wet. A droplet of water seeped from her hair, tracing a perfect arc from her forehead down to the tip of her nose, radiating an allure of water lilies.

But although the girl claimed to be dressed, her entire appearance seemed to be nothing more than an ill-fitting white shirt.

In fact, that was indeed all she was wearing.

"I meant for you to put on your underwear too!"

Shen Mochen wiped the water droplet from the girl's face and turned away to turn off the gas stove.

Her name was Yin Caiyu, the older sister of the Yin family, just over a month older than Shen Mochen and she liked acting the part. After her younger sister Yin Huailian passed away, she was the only family Shen Mochen had left.

"Eh— Are you getting shy?"

Yin Caiyu leaned in again with a giggle, but this time she didn't lean on Shen Mochen. Instead, she poked his cheek with her finger.

Shen Mochen "tch"-ed and gently pushed her hand away, bantering with her, "With your flat chest, I have nothing to be shy about!"

Yin Caiyu was furious and, puffing out her chest, retorted, "Nonsense! My chest isn't flat, I at least have a C cup!"

Shen Mochen looked at the outline beneath her clothes, his heart involuntarily skipping a beat, before turning to leave the kitchen, retorting, "Is that confidence given to you by padding? You clearly are just a B cup!"

He quickly rummaged through her room and pulled out a full set of underwear, handing it over with a look of distaste, "Go on, put on your clothes and don't catch a cold!"

"But this is not my favorite one!" Yin Caiyu exclaimed, holding up a plain water-blue underwear, pouting, "So this is your personal preference? I remember you used to like the ones with cutouts on the sides..."

"If you don't like it, go change it yourself. It's in the cabinet, take it yourself!" Shen Mochen pushed her out of the kitchen and turned back to the stove, "Stop bothering me, I'm cooking. You've just had a shower, don't come into the kitchen, you'll get covered in grease!"

"What a cold person, really. You used to be so cute when you were little, and now the older you get, the more rebellious..."

Yin Caiyu mumbled and grumbled but didn't leave; she stood at the kitchen door and first slipped on the underwear, then reached inside her shirt to fasten her bra.

"Alright!" she said.

Shen Mochen turned his head to take a proper look at her. Yin Caiyu smiled brightly and tilted her head to look back at him.

Her eyebrows were sharp and spirited, her eyes were star-like and full of brightness. Although she was on the thin side, the two long legs under her shirt were tight and powerful, like a cheetah ready to pounce, grace in its highest form.

The two sisters of the Yin family were not very alike in appearance, but both were stunningly beautiful girls. In Shen Mochen's personal opinion, they each had the beauty to rival Catherine.

Wherever they stood, the place just seemed to glow.

Shen Mochen's lips curled into a smile, and he turned back to continue cooking, "Don't go barefoot."

Yin Caiyu took a bottle of yogurt out of the fridge, twisted off the cap, and shook her head with assurance, "You clean the house every day, if I still wear slippers, that would mean I don't trust your hard work!"

"You're just lazy!" Shen Mochen saw through her.

"Tch, if it wasn't to take care of you, a pubescent boy, I wouldn't even want to wear clothes!"

Yin Caiyu licked the yogurt clinging to the bottle cap and glanced at Shen Mochen sideways.

"Then I should thank you for that!"

"No need, who else am I if not your older sister. Ah, like a mother is the elder sister—"

Shen Mochen made a face, "Then can the elder sister wash her own clothes later?"

Yin Caiyu immediately put down the bottle, covering her ears and acting coy, "Ah, ah, ah, what are you saying? I can't hear you! Can't hear you!"

Shen Mochen just laughed and went on his way.

She had always been this way—carefree and unruly, with her belongings strewn about everywhere. Shen Mochen and Yin Huailian had spent countless years cleaning up after her.

She claimed to love the feeling of unbounded freedom, dressing very lightly as soon as the weather warmed up, walking around in her underwear in front of Shen Mochen when she was a child at home, and she liked sleeping naked. Her personality was completely different from her younger sister Yin Huailian's.

Yin Huailian was quiet and reserved. The first time the two of them had... she had shyly pulled the curtains tight, not wanting a single ray of light to leak through, and then lay nervously on the bed, covering her blushing face with a pillow, her legs twining together restlessly.

If it had been Yin Caiyu, she probably would have pinned Shen Mochen down on the bed and yanked his pants off, her face more excited than any boy's!

"Don't drink milk on an empty stomach, the food will be ready soon. Plus, no matter how much you drink, you won't grow any bigger."

Glancing at the bottle of yogurt in Yin Caiyu's hand, Shen Mochen kindly reminded her.

"Mind your own business!"

Yin Caiyu glared and downed the yogurt in one gulp.