Ling Changqing murmured, embracing her voluptuous and silky-smooth body.
"That's not true at all!"
Ling Qiyue huffed. "It should be said that *you* belong to *me*, Junior Brother!"
"...Is there a difference?"
Ling Changqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had no idea how to respond to such a transparent attempt to save face.
"There's a huge difference!"
Ling Qiyue said, her face flushing. True to her proud nature, she still refused to back down verbally, even at a time like this.
They bickered for a while. Gazing at his senior sister's undulating curves and her fiery, seductive, snow-white body, the flames of desire in Ling Changqing's heart couldn't help but stir once more.
"Oh? Not a chance!"
Ling Qiyue was instantly on guard. She forcefully suppressed his advances, turned the tables completely, and straddled him, beginning to lord over him herself.
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