I Am the Senior Disciple Responsible for Passing Down Techniques

On a summer morning, daylight arrived early. With the first rays of dawn outside the window, the forest came alive with the sweet sounds of chirping birds.

Zhong Wen woke up very early. In his embrace, Leng Wushuang's beautiful eyes remained closed, her small nose twitching as her enticing lips slightly parted, lost amid a sweet dream.

As he stared fondly at his sister's adorable sleeping face, Zhong Wen felt as if he was accepted by this world for the first time, and a sense of security filled his heart. This was not just affection; it was also a responsibility.

Gently pecking at her lovely cherry lips, Zhong Wen got up and began to dress.

"Zh-Zhong Wen?" A sleepy voice came from the bed.

"Wushuang, your body hasn't fully recovered, and you were so tired last night. Get more rest; I'll prepare breakfast," Zhong Wen turned around and spoke softly, smiling gently at Leng Wushuang.