The night air was crisp, carrying a chill that had the sleeping girl's forehead creased, and snuggled deeper into her blankets.

Her cool, bob-cut mahogany hair scattered, forming another layer above her sheets like a burning wave.

Drifting back to her sleep, she was snoozing soundly when a sudden pressure on her side jolted Tang Ying awake. The abruptly roused young lady instinctively shuddered like been hit by a bullet train in a daze.

Suddenly, "Ying'er, let's make babies..."

A breathy voice whispered with too much enthusiasm, catching her off guard and frozen still. She could clearly feel fingers sliding expertly under the sheets up to her flat belly as though navigating her curves in the pitch black was a parlor trick.

Tang Ying's eyes widened in trepidation and her heart jumped ready to grab the nearest lethal weapon she could think of at this moment to strike the prowler in out cold in one hit—a glaring blue Doraemon lampshade!

'Crazy bastard!' her lips quivered repulsively.

"Ying'er..."

But right at that point, upon registering the familiarity that wasn't of a stranger's, Tang Ying's surprise held back her shaky hand and her features contorted in a vague attempt to find any reasonable excuse.

'What the hell... Just what is this person doing sneaking in my room and uttering deprave words?!'

Her tensed, pallid face instantly became a picture of incredulity, but Tang Ying made no move to remove the wandering hand. It seemed more like an act of resigned patience than compliance.

From tracing her side to caressing her small delicate face, the hand was relentless. 

"Good, stay obedient. I like that you act more prudent when you're asleep," came the voice, dripping with smug satisfaction as the first button of her top popped open and audaciously smooch her cheeks.

Ugh, gross!

Tang Ying grimaced and nearly got up to wipe the spot, but she continued to pretend sleeping as she was a little curious about the person's next move. 

Besides, what does this brat even mean by that?!

So, she lacks prudence when awake? Huh, is that it? Tang Ying was extremely annoyed that her foot started tingling wanting to greet the culprit's face in a jiffy!

Meanwhile, still unaware that she had woken up, the intruder hushed in a low bedroom voice, sounding off the normal sobriety.

"Don't worry about responsibilities later. I just need your genes to make babies. Kids aren't a big deal. I'll take care of all of them once they're made..."

The person sounded with glee, maybe just minus the usual clapping theatrics of an overbearing excited throng.

Well, usually, that is.

'Ki-kids? All of them?! After... made?!!'

Tang Ying's face twitched in horror and wry. 

'This nutjob... can't be taking me for a child factory, right?' Her veins bulged almost bursting out in annoyance.

It was one thing to have a midnight visitor in her room; it was another to have them propose a genetic experiment and not even care about the outcome.

Say what?

It's not even just a single kid but kids with a glaring 's' shit that this person was aiming for!

To hell with that! As if there will ever be a fruitful result between them.

"Ying—"

Before the word could be finished, and another bullshit escapes from that dirty mouth, a well-aimed kick sent the intruder flying off the queen size bed with a heart-tugging yelp.

Blag!

"—aww! Argh that hurts!"

Cradling the sore butt with wide-open eyes, the burglar gawked and screamed as if it was Tang Ying who committed the real crime.

Pointing at her accusingly with her blaming hazel eyes, "T-Tang Ying, you...! You're awake?! Nooo! This whole time... Why aren't you sleeping at this late hour?"

Slowly sitting up, Tang Ying lazily brushed her hair and wiped her right cheek where she'd been kissed. Her drowsy eyes glanced at the other person with scorn.

Why does it sound like she's being reprimanded for not sleeping early? And by this shameless person too?

"Do I have to spell the obvious?" Besides, who was it that woke her up, intruding into her room like a midnight bandit? Be it a prank or what, Tang Ying wasn't pleased. In the end, her sleep was completely ruined!

She clucked her tongue and eyed her vengefully.

"And isn't that Ying'er for you? Why are you addressing me so distantly all of a sudden when you were calling me so sweetly just now?" taunted the girl, even smirking with apparent dry humor.

The dripping sarcasm made the first's ears flare like Rudolph's nose.

"Y-Ying'er?" echoed the other exasperatedly, "Ha! When did I ever call you that? You must be dreaming, as if I'd call you that, you brutal woman!" The person's fierce denial only made the other's smirk spread wider.

"Oh yeah?"

Groaning, the person's face kept twitching, 'Argh, so hateful!'

"If you're awake then why pretend you're not? How could you kick me so hard? I'm bruised! I think my peaches exploded. I'll tell Mom on you!"

"Oh, that? Haha. You never ask so why should I bother telling?" Tang Ying chuckled and even smiled sweetly, or... maybe not.

Anyone who sees her now would be terrified and find it creepy!

"And did you just say you wanna snitch? Heh! Go on then by all means," she urged like the calm waters with deadly depth underneath, "Please do tell Mom that you sneaked into my room and had your butt beaten up for acting like a wild burglar in the middle of the night. I'll even go with you..."

"You know, I'm always free to accompany, my dear Tang Ning." 

Instantly, Tang Ning had goosebumps. 

"Y-You! Stop calling me that, ugh!"

She hugged herself and shook vigorously like she'd been extremely grossed out.

Besides, there's no way she would really speak of this matter to another soul, especially not with their mother or it'll be her precious psyche that's in for another beating and emotional distress!

Tang Ning looked aggrieved. "Stop smiling! You're so creepy..." 

Tang Ying's smile remained teasingly and didn't falter. She even leaned in and showed an innocent look that no sane person would buy.

"Hmm? It was Sister who entered my room, and you even kissed me while I was defenseless. But now you're acting like it was me who did a number on you? You're making me sad. I didn't know you were this lousy hypocrite, my dear Ning'er."

"Argh, shut up!"

'It was all that fraudulent blog's fault! I shouldn't have followed anything out of those dummy articles even in desperation. Boohoo!'

Perhaps due to shame, flustered Tang Ning burst out without thinking. "Just... Just give me your fluid and I'll go—ouch! Not the face! Ah, Tang Ying stop! You're so dead—stop! Ouch that hurts, I'm telling you—"

"Telling me what? You saying something just now, sis? Hmm? I think my hearing's getting kinda bad these days. Can't hear."

Boom! Bam! Blam!

Tang Ying just continued bombarding her with pillows and when her hand grabbed something cold but had no sign of stopping,

Seeing what it was, Tang Ning's face turned pale with dread.

"B-Big Sister Ying...! Stop! D-Drop the lamp. That lamp is hard! It will definitely break my skull!" 

Shrugging, Tang Ying answered, "Right? I wonder which one is harder. Aren't you curious as well?" 

"...!!"

Tang Ning's jaw dropped to the ground and was rendered dumbstruck.

A cold shiver ran down her spine, gazing stupefied at her sister with disbelief, 'You crazy sicko! Why not do it on your own if you're so curious?! Haven't you dragged me down enough? Waah~'