Turning My Junior Sister into a Mary Sue In Xianxia Yuri World

The winter night was slightly chilly, and the warm glow of a single candle softly illuminated Yun Yiyi’s face, which was as fair as jade, adding a touch of warmth to the cold, dark room.

Her usual enigmatic smile lingered, making it impossible for Ye Anping to discern her true thoughts.

Swoosh—

It seemed the window hadn’t been properly closed, and a gust of wind blew it open.

Ye Anping glanced at it, walked over, and carefully shut the window, securing the latch.

Only then did Yun Yiyi finally speak up, calling out, “Young Master Ye…”

“Yes?”

Yun Yiyi knocked on the table in frustration, her brows furrowing as she scolded, “Do you know how worried I was when I noticed you were gone? I asked several guards around the manor, and none of them saw you leave. I was worried something might have happened to you. If you had been a moment later, I would have rung the morning bell and summoned all the disciples on the peak to search for you.”

Knowing he was at fault, Ye Anping quickly bowed and apologized earnestly, “I’m sorry for worrying you, Miss Yun. I promise this won’t happen again.”

Seeing his sincere apology, Yun Yiyi finally felt her tension ease.

She tilted her head slightly and noticed a mulberry leaf stuck to the hem of his robe.

The only places where the Shadowmoon Sword Sect had mulberry trees were the Zhong Peak and Xiri Peak.

Given that his junior sister had followed Yun Xi here, spouting things like “I want to marry Senior Brother, I don’t want him to marry into another family,” it was clear that Ye Anping must have gone to meet his junior sister.

Yun Yiyi could understand why Ye Anping would secretly go to meet with his childhood companion, considering how long they had known each other.

But she was still quite upset—he should have at least informed her in advance, even if it was just leaving a note saying he had stepped out.

She hadn’t been exaggerating earlier; she really had been on the verge of ordering the morning bell to be rung.

However, Yun Yiyi knew that it wasn’t good to lose her temper recklessly, and a harmonious marriage required mutual understanding.

She wanted to show Ye Anping that she wasn’t the kind of petty, hot-tempered girl, but rather a gentle, generous, and considerate person.

So, she stood up, walked over to Ye Anping, and began tidying the dust and leaf off his clothes.

In a soft voice, she reminded him, “If you need to go out in the future, just let me know, okay? Or do you not see me as your fiancée? In a few months, we’ll be married, and I’ll be yours entirely. You still don’t trust me? Come on… Remember, you can tell me anything. If there’s something you think I’m not doing right, just say it. If you don’t, how am I supposed to change?”

“You’re absolutely right, Miss Yun,” Ye Anping said with a wry smile.

He glanced at the moonlight shining through the paper windows and suggested, “It’s getting late. Let me walk you back to your room so you can get some rest. There’s a lot of work to handle tomorrow.”

Yun Yiyi closed her left eye, staring at him with mock resentment. “Are you that eager to get rid of me?”

“No, not at all. I’m just worried you won’t get enough rest…”

“Hmph…” Yun Yiyi giggled, shook her head, and then playfully began unbuttoning Ye Anping’s outer robe. “Alright, let your fiancée help you change. I’ll keep an eye on you tonight so you don’t run off again.”

Ye Anping was momentarily stunned and glanced toward his bed, noticing an extra pillow that hadn’t been there before.

It was clear that Yun Yiyi had already planned to spend the night here.

“Miss Yun, this isn’t proper, is it? I haven’t even officially joined the Yun family yet.”

Yun Yiyi’s mind was racing with thoughts of how she wanted Ye Anping to take her in his arms, throw her on the bed, and strip her clothes off.

Despite her composure, she was screaming internally, urging him to take action.

However, she maintained a calm demeanor, deciding to play coy and teasingly suggested, “If you really think it’s inappropriate, how about we sleep head to toe instead?”

Before Ye Anping could respond, Yun Yiyi had already removed his outer robe, hung it on the clothes rack, and walked over to the bed.

She placed her pillow at the opposite end, sat on the bed’s edge, slipped off her embroidered shoes, and lay down.

As she turned on her side, the pressure from her chest caused her robe to loosen slightly, revealing her snow-white collarbones.

Smiling slyly, she tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear and, seeing Ye Anping still standing there hesitantly, added, “Do you need me to warm the bed for you before you’ll join me?”

Ye Anping sighed, realizing that Yun Yiyi had no intention of leaving, so he reluctantly sat down on the bed, removed his shoes and socks, and pulled the blanket over himself.

When he glanced toward Yun Yiyi, he saw her delicate feet and smooth calves peeking out from under the covers, making him pause momentarily before lying down.

“Let’s rest early…”

However, before he could finish speaking, Ye Anping suddenly felt something warm touch his foot.

Startled, he nearly kicked out reflexively, but managed to stop himself in time.

Yun Yiyi’s voice came from the other end of the bed.

“Young Master Ye, your feet are so cold.”

“I just got back from outside…”

What?! A warm, soft sensation pressed against Ye Anping’s foot, cutting his response short.

He quickly pulled back the blanket and looked down, only to find Yun Yiyi resting her cheek against his foot, as if she were a devoted servant completely enthralled by him.

A vivid image flashed through Ye Anping’s mind: himself seated on an opulent throne, surrounded by countless ministers, with Yun Yiyi at his feet, clinging to his leg, declaring to everyone that she belonged to him.

He felt a sudden surge of heat in his head, a sense of masculine conquest being awakened by Yun Yiyi’s submissive gesture.

However, memories of Feng Yudie flashed briefly, pulling him back to his senses.

Seeing him pull back the blanket, Yun Yiyi blushed deeply, shyly explaining, “Isn’t it normal for a fiancée to warm her future husband’s cold feet?”

“Normal?” Ye Anping hesitated before asking, “Miss Yun, doesn’t this… bother you?”

“Young Master Ye’s feet are clean, and you don’t have any foot ailments, so why would it bother me?”

“…”

Yun Yiyi, sensing his awkward silence, awkwardly pulled back slightly and instead used her hands to gently warm his feet, softly asking, “Is this more acceptable?”

Ye Anping held his breath, feeling a bit out of his element. “Miss Yun, I’m flattered, but you’re of noble birth. How could you do such things? Besides, I am the one marrying into the Yun family, making me a son-in-law. By tradition, if anyone should be warming feet this way, it should be me doing it for you.”

“Ah…” Yun Yiyi paused, then quickly replied, “Young Master Ye, you don’t need to worry about joining the Yun family. To the elders of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect and to the Yun family, you may be seen as the Yun family’s son-in-law, but to me, you are my future husband. And I’m doing this willingly; there’s no need to think too much about it… If you like it, you could even be stricter with me in private…”

Stricter? Was the dignified young lady of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect secretly a bit of a masochist?

Ye Anping was momentarily speechless.

Though he had sensed that Yun Yiyi wasn’t exactly as she appeared, he hadn’t expected this level of contrast.

“Miss Yun…”

Seeing Ye Anping’s brows furrow, Yun Yiyi’s eyes widened in fear.

She quickly retracted her hands and timidly asked, “Did I upset you, Young Master Ye?”

Her voice quivered as if she was on the verge of tears.

After a brief silence, Ye Anping answered, “Miss Yun, I’m not upset, just… surprised. I never thought someone as pure and refined as you would—”

“Well… Everyone has some strange quirks, you know? Being graceful and well-kept on the outside doesn’t mean one doesn’t have hidden sides. I… also have a side no one has seen before. People think of me as a clean and elegant lady, but in reality, I have my own peculiarities… For instance…”

“I understand.”

“Really? Then…” Yun Yiyi hesitated, then asked, “Can I ask if Young Master Ye has any strange kinks?”