Chapter 977: Pledge of Loyalty to Junior Sister’s Beautiful Legs! (Part 3)

Chapter 977: Chapter 2: Pledge of Loyalty to Junior Sister’s Beautiful Legs! (Part 3)

The result was that not only did he fail to guess it, he even looked like some self-pitying old father.

Big-sister dependence syndrome…

Whenever this “illness” came up, Luo Qingyao still felt it was absurd. How did he end up with such a weird disease for no reason?

Fan Wubing stared up at Tianwen,

“Qingyao, I didn’t go back with you to attend your family gathering—are you mad at me?”

Luo Qingyao blinked. “Honestly, I was a little hurt. When I went back alone, my family all thought I’d had a falling-out with you. My big sister even wanted to come ask you herself what happened. I had to explain for quite a while before they were willing to accept it.”

Fan Wubing said, “I… actually have been a bit conflicted lately.”

“Conflicted about what?”

“It seems like… I’ve become a sort of benchmark for the Great Thousand Worlds.”

“That’s for sure. You just wave your hand and tens of millions follow.”

“So I’m a little worried whether the Great Thousand Worlds has really gained freedom.” There was some confusion in Fan Wubing’s eyes. “I’m really scared that in the end it’ll all turn out to be empty.”

“Hasn’t the Destiny Dao already become a pure recorder? There’s no chance of it coming back with a vengeance.”

“I hope so too.” Fan Wubing fell silent.

Luo Qingyao’s heart ached a little. She had no way of knowing just how much pressure Senior Brother had borne when he stepped out of the cosmos in his chest and went to the Void Realm to reconstruct time for the Great Thousand Worlds… Maybe aside from Senior Brother himself, no one would ever be able to know, or even touch it.

Back when she went to play at Senior Sister’s place, Senior Sister casually mentioned that the day Senior Brother came back, he slept so deeply, like he’d never rested in his life.

And even now, that pressure that had long since been released still silently influences him.

To the point that even someone with such a firm belief often doubts whether the Great Thousand is truly free.

Luo Qingyao gently leaned against Fan Wubing’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Senior Brother, once freedom arrives, it’s something no one can take away.”

Fan Wubing nodded.

The very next moment, the man who’d been worrying whether the Great Thousand Worlds was truly free suddenly changed his tone,

“Hey, Qingyao… I just remembered something.”

“What?”

“Last time we went to Earth, didn’t you say you wanted to give me a surprise? What surprise was it?”

Luo Qingyao had already planned to properly play the gentle big sister for once, to treat Fan Wubing’s “big-sister dependence syndrome.” But when that topic was suddenly brought up, she instantly blushed all the way to the tips of her ears and stammered,

“Did I? Did I say that?”

“You did, I remember very clearly! Back then Man’Er and Senior Sister Gu Lan took Xianchan to ride the Ferris wheel, and you went with me to ride the roller coaster. When we got off the roller coaster, you personally said you were going to give me a surprise!”

Luo Qingyao was a bit embarrassed. “You remember it that clearly…”

“That’s right! It’s been so long already—where’s the surprise?” Fan Wubing looked at Luo Qingyao with a suspicious face. “Don’t tell me you forgot!”

“No!”

“Really?”

Uh-oh! Seeing Fan Wubing’s posture, Luo Qingyao realized that if she didn’t respond head-on, he’d probably turn into a little resentful wife again.

She kept firmly in mind Sister Jiang Ran’s instructions: while Senior Brother’s “illness” wasn’t better yet, she must never let him spiral into the whirlpool of suspicion.

So she had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, “Re… really!”

“Then give me the surprise now.” Fan Wubing refused to let it go.

Luo Qingyao’s face grew even redder, her eyes turning misty. With her head lowered, she said softly,

“Let’s go inside the room.”

“Hm?” Fan Wubing raised an eyebrow, looking all suspicious.

Luo Qingyao ignored him and walked into the inner room ahead of him.

When he was about to go in, she called out from inside,

“Don’t come in yet!”

There was a rustling sound from within. Then, Luo Qingyao seemed to have returned to being a fourteen-year-old girl; her voice carried a thick nasal tone,

“Okay, you can come in.”

Fan Wubing pushed the door open and stepped in, and his eyes instantly went wide.

At this moment, Luo Qingyao had already changed into a whole new outfit. Gone were her dignified, elegant robes and skirts; instead, she was wearing… a school uniform! The tailored blazer was all seriousness, while the butterfly bow at her chest was lively, adding a touch of playfulness to that solemnity. Her hair was loose, and the sunlight from the window fell across her shoulders, making her look like a lazy girl who’d just woken up from a nap and was getting ready for her afternoon classes.

Letting the gaze slide downward, one would see that beneath the bluish-gray pleated skirt was a pair of long legs wrapped in glossy black stockings—slender, full, and straight… At the knees, the slightly protruding shape of the meniscus was the finishing touch, a perfect golden ratio that tightly links the beauty of thigh and calf while not covering up either of their distinct charms.

Luo Qingyao’s legs were really very long.

She was already tall to begin with, but most of the time she wore full-length skirts, so you couldn’t see it. Right now, under the lively framing of the glossy black stockings, the length and shapely lines of her legs were displayed to the fullest.

The little leather shoes on her feet were the final weapon that finished off Fan Wubing.

A surprise—this really was an earth-shattering surprise!

Fan Wubing was no longer a little pudding ice cream melted by the sun, but a towering celestial palace.

He asked, trembling, “R…roleplay?”

Luo Qingyao said shyly, “S…Senior Sister Gu Lan said my legs look nice… so I wanted to let Senior Brother take a good look too.”

“Nice, nice… so nice…”

“Drool… your drool.” Luo Qingyao said, her face flushed.

Fan Wubing hurriedly sucked his drool back in. He stepped forward and asked, “Can I touch them?”

Luo Qingyao was mortified, “If you’re going to touch, just do it, don’t say it out loud!”

Fan Wubing reached out a trembling hand… the smooth softness of the stockings, and the firm, springy feel of her flesh, melted together in his palm… the warmth of her skin, and the faint natural scent of a young girl, turned into a kind of poison, dragging Fan Wubing into it, beyond all cure.

From thigh, to knee, to calf, to ankle… every shift in sensation was so seamless, without the slightest discomfort… and it had to be said, Luo Qingyao had definitely put thought into this; the type of stockings she chose suited her perfectly, as if custom-made just for her.

“T-too… too long…” Luo Qingyao suddenly felt like some shameless naughty kid.

In fact, that slightly resistant attitude only made Fan Wubing even more reluctant to let go.

He wasn’t just playing with some beauty’s long legs, he was touching a supreme piece of jade craftsmanship made from top-grade Lanque Jade mined in the depths of Central Spirit Mountain.

This was not something obscene, but a noble act of appreciating a work of art!

Every stroke of Fan Wubing’s hand carried profound reverence!

He couldn’t help but intone,

“I offer my loyalty to my junior sister’s beautiful legs!”

Those words made Luo Qingyao want to crawl into a crack in the ground; she kicked Fan Wubing away with one swift motion. She never imagined her senior brother could be this bold.

Fan Wubing felt that this, too, was a kind of blessing.

Luo Qingyao still knew shame, and hastened to justify herself, “This is just a surprise! Only this once, I won’t be doing stuff like this again!”

Fan Wubing put his hands together devoutly, “Then I can die without regrets.”

Then he asked, all serious, “Junior Sister, can I rip the stockings?”

Luo Qingyao froze at first, then caught on and scolded softly, “Don’t be so hasty! There’s… more to come.”

“M-more to come?” Fan Wubing’s brain was boiling.

Luo Qingyao then walked behind the screen. Through the faintly veiled screen, she elegantly changed her clothes.

“Junior Sister, you’re so sly! You even specially prepared a screen!”

That was a blessing too!

Luo Qingyao snapped, “Stop talking!”

After a while, Luo Qingyao changed into a new outfit and walked out from behind the screen.

This time it was a Lolita dress with white stockings… generally speaking, this kind of getup doesn’t suit women who are too tall. But Luo Qingyao was different… she was exactly the kind of natural clothes hanger that Gu Lan envied most; whatever she wore looked good, whatever she wore matched perfectly!

Fan Wubing felt like his brain was about to melt.

Luo Qingyao really had put in a lot of effort. As always, she never muddled things when it came to intimacy with her senior brother…

Uniform with black stockings, Lolita with white stockings, silver-haired red-eyed vampire, regal icy queen outfit, nurse baby outfit, fallen gangster look…

This grand and flawless COS performance had only one actor—Luo Qingyao—and only one audience—Fan Wubing.

And when Luo Qingyao appeared in her archangel costume as the finale to this performance,

Fan Wubing worshipped and said,

“Junior Sister, you are my god!”

Luo Qingyao threw herself completely into it as well. She sat at the edge of the bed, wearing a smile that embraced all things,

“God now requires your service.”

Fan Wubing snapped his fingers, and the antique surroundings instantly transformed into a land of drifting feathers bathed in sacred light.

He stepped forward,

embraced the archangel,

kissed the archangel,

and forged a new world with the archangel.

This new world cycled endlessly between rebirth and destruction.

Until the cycle reached its end, Fan Wubing laid his head upon the archangel’s lap and sank into deep sleep.

The archangel gently brushed Fan Wubing’s face; the disheveled strands of hair lent her holiness a hint of fallen-angel allure.

Her gaze was tender, her voice a soft murmur,

“The future has no ending, and freedom never takes its final bow…”