Chapter 840
The Reason for Falling in Love with My Sister
Su Chen transmigrates to the world of "The Reason I Fell in Love with My Sister," and is influenced by the butterfly effect.
He bumped into Lee Doona beforehand, and the two gradually became familiar with each other through casual conversation.
Lee Doona also knew that he was a good cook and was willing to listen to her talk about anything. Occasionally, they would say things that tested each other and went beyond the boundaries of friendship.
Days passed by like this, and they always maintained a relationship that was more than friends. They were often ambiguous, occasionally cold, but soon, this cat-like girl would come back.
Su Chen couldn't stand it and felt unable to refuse those gazes, so he invited her home for dinner.
Until that day...
Su Chen stood at the door of Li Douna's apartment, carrying fresh groceries he had bought from the supermarket. He hesitated for five seconds before pressing the doorbell.
This is not the first time, and it won't be the last.
This hesitation has become the norm in their relationship.
The door opened, and Lee Doona stood behind it, wearing a loose white T-shirt and light blue denim shorts, barefoot.
Sunlight streamed in through the large window behind her, gilding her brown hair with a golden edge.
"You're here?" She tilted her head, her eyes crinkling into crescents as she smiled, and stepped aside to let Su Chen in.
That expression was just like a house cat waiting to be fed.
"Didn't we agree that I would cook today?" Su Chen walked into the kitchen carrying a bag and began to organize the groceries she had bought.
Lee Doona jumped onto a high stool next to the kitchen counter, crossing her legs: "I've been studying new recipes lately."
Su Chen paused, recalling how her so-called "new recipe" had almost burned down his apartment last time: "No way."
"Why?" she puffed out her cheeks, a gesture that was surprisingly childlike for her, even though she was twenty-four.
"Because my taste buds still want to enjoy a few more years of good life." Su Chen took out the tomatoes and eggs, preparing to make the simplest tomato and egg stir-fry.
This is a safety option.
Lee Doona slid down from the bar stool and walked to Su Chen's side: "This time is different. I watched a lot of videos."
She was very close, and Su Chen could smell a faint citrus scent on her, along with a hint of sunshine.
This distance has already crossed the line of ordinary friends, but the two seem to have tacitly agreed not to back down.
“You said the same thing last time.” Su Chen turned his head and looked into her eyes.
Lee Doona's eyes are very special; they are not pure black, but dark brown, and they have a hint of amber in the light.
At that moment, those eyes were fixed on him, with a hint of cunning and anticipation.
"Please." She gently tugged at Su Chen's sleeve, a gesture that always worked.
Su Chen sighed. In this protracted tug-of-war that had lasted for months, he was always the loser: "Conditions?"
"Conditions?" She blinked.
“I’ll teach you step by step. You do exactly what I say. No improvisation allowed.” Su Chen raised a finger, his expression serious.
Lee Doona smiled, a victor's smile, with a cat-like smugness: "Deal."
They decided to make spicy rice cakes. Lee Doona took the ingredients out of the refrigerator and arranged them neatly on the counter.
Su Chen stood behind her, a position that from the beginning destined an ambiguous tone.
"First, the rice cakes need to be soaked in water," Su Chen instructed, gently pointing to the rice cakes in the bowl with his finger.
Lee Doona obediently did as she was told, but her attention didn't seem to be entirely on the food.
As she reached for the vegetable basket, her T-shirt rode up slightly, revealing a glimpse of her slender waist.
Su Chen looked away, forcing herself to focus on teaching cooking.
"Slice the onion into thin strips, not too thick." He handed her the knife, and as Lee Doona took it, her fingertips inadvertently brushed against the back of his hand.
Her movements as she chopped onions were awkward and cautious, her brows furrowed slightly, and her tongue lightly licking her lower lip.
This is one of her little habits when she's focused.
Su Chen stood behind her and could clearly see the lines of her neck and the slightly protruding shoulder blades due to her posture, like a pair of small wings.
Her skin was very fair, with a soft ivory sheen under the warm kitchen light.
"Next up are carrots." Su Chen's voice softened unconsciously.
When Lee Doona turned around to get the carrot, she almost bumped into his arms.
They both paused for a moment, but did not separate immediately.
The air seemed to thicken, and only the sound of dripping water from the sink and the two people's soft breathing filled the kitchen.
"I'm sorry," Lee Doona said softly, but did not step back.
Su Chen cleared his throat, took a half step back to make room for him: "Take your time, no rush."
After the preparations are complete, heat the pan and pour in the oil.
As the oil temperature rose, Lee Doona shrank back nervously, and Su Chen instinctively stretched out his arm to shield her.
“Now put in the onions.” His arm almost encircled her, but neither of them acknowledged the intimacy of the gesture.
Lee Doona poured in the onions, and the hot oil immediately sizzled.
She gasped softly, and Su Chen instinctively grasped her hand holding the spatula, guiding her to stir-fry.
His hand completely enveloped hers, and he could feel the delicate bones and warm skin of her wrist.
"Stir-fry evenly until it softens." Su Chen's voice was right next to her ear. He could see the fine downy hairs behind her ears and the tips of her ears gradually turning red.
Lee Doona nodded gently, her hair brushing against his chin, carrying a faint floral scent of shampoo.
Their bodies were almost touching, and through the thin clothing, they could feel each other's warmth and heartbeats.
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of onions and an indescribable tension.
The following steps seemed shrouded in a thin mist.
Su Chen guided her to add carrots, rice cakes, and sauces. Every time she passed tools, adjusted the heat, and tasted the food, there was subtle physical contact between them.
Lee Doona seemed completely relaxed, occasionally leaning against him, as if it were an unconscious little gesture, or perhaps a test.
When Su Chen held her hand again to adjust the stirring pressure, Li Douna whispered, "Your hands are so hot."
"Your hands are too cold." Su Chen didn't let go; instead, he gripped her even tighter.
He could feel the thin calluses on her fingers, probably from playing the guitar.
Lee Doona tilted her head slightly, her cheek almost touching his shoulder: "Su Chen."
"Ok?"
"It's nothing." She shook her head, but a slight smile played on her lips.
The rice cakes in the pot began to bubble and steam, the sauce gradually thickened, and the aroma filled the air.
Su Chen released his hand: "That's enough, you can turn off the heat now."
Lee Doona reached out to turn off the stove, but her fingers slipped and she couldn't reach the knob.
Su Chen reached out from behind her and easily turned off the fire.
This position almost completely encircled her in his arms.
Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.
Lee Doona didn't move, and neither did Su Chen.
He could smell the fragrance in her hair, feel the warmth of her back, and hear his own heartbeat growing louder and louder.
"It's done," Lee Doona said softly, turning around.
She turned suddenly, and Su Chen didn't have time to back away.
Now they stand face to face, close enough to see each other's reflections in their eyes.
Lee Doona's eyes reflected the kitchen light and Su Chen's face.
Her eyelashes were long, casting small shadows under her eyes.
Her lips, glistening with moisture from tasting the flavor, were slightly parted. The atmosphere had changed.
Those months of subtle probing, hesitant words, and intimate yet restrained contact solidified into a concrete form at this moment.
Su Chen looked into the depths of her eyes, where there was no surprise, no resistance, only waiting.
It was as if they had foreseen this moment.
He lowered his head and kissed her.
At first, it was just a light touch, a tentative one.
Lee Doona didn't back down; instead, she stood on tiptoe to deepen the kiss.
Her hand rested on his shoulder, her fingers slightly curled, gripping his shirt.
Su Chen's hand slid to her waist, feeling her body tremble slightly.
The kiss deepened, from gentle probing to passionate demand.
Only the sounds of their breathing and heartbeats remained in the kitchen.
Su Chen tasted the faint flavor of chili sauce on her lips, along with her own natural sweetness.
Lee Doona's response was somewhat hesitant but passionate, as if she had finally released her long-suppressed emotions.
When the kiss ended, neither of them separated immediately.
Foreheads touching, breaths mingling.
“You knew this would happen all along,” Su Chen said in a low voice, not as a question, but as a statement.
Lee Doona chuckled, her laughter carrying a hint of smugness and relief: "You've endured this for so long, even longer than I expected."
"Playing with your prey like a cat?" Su Chen gently pinched her waist.
"Meow." She mimicked a cat's meow, her eyes curving into crescents. "But you seem to enjoy being played with."
Su Chen shook his head and smiled, then kissed her lips again, this time deeper and with greater certainty.
Lee Doona wrapped her arms around his neck, practically hanging on him.
The kiss lasted a long time, until the rice cakes in the pot stopped steaming.
"The food's getting cold," Su Chen said, pressing his forehead against hers.
“It can get hotter.” Lee Doona played with the hair on the back of his neck with her fingers. “But some things, once you start, you can’t stop.”
"I didn't intend to stop." Su Chen looked earnestly into her eyes. "What about you?"
Lee Doona didn't answer directly, but instead took his hand and pressed it against her cheek.
Her skin was cool and soft, like the finest silk.
This action was more convincing than any words—the cat, sometimes affectionate and sometimes distant, had finally decided to stop wandering the boundaries and fully step into his world.
"The rice cake is going to burn," she said finally, but her eyes never left Su Chen's face.
"Then let it burn," Su Chen said softly, and kissed him again.
Outside the window, night slowly falls, and lights from thousands of homes gradually illuminate the night.
In this small kitchen, a new relationship is slowly taking shape, along with the gradually cooling rice cakes.
No longer ambiguous, no longer distant, but like this simple home-cooked dish, real, warm, and within reach.
Years later.
He felt that this was how his life should be.
Morning light streamed through the gaps between the high-rise buildings in the city center, slanting into the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse apartment.
At eight o'clock on Saturday morning, the house still maintained the lazy tranquility unique to the weekend.
Su Chen stood in front of the kitchen counter in the open kitchen, carefully pouring coffee beans into the grinder, trying not to make too much noise.
In the bedroom, five-year-old Su Enxing was still asleep.
"dad?"
The childish voice still came from behind.
Su Chen turned around and saw her daughter standing at the kitchen door, rubbing her eyes, wearing pajamas with little stars printed on them, her hair sticking up in a mess.
"Why is the baby awake?" Su Chen put down what he was holding, squatted down, and opened his arms.
Eun-sung staggered over and hugged his neck: "I dreamt that the ice cream flew away."
Su Chen chuckled and picked up her daughter: "Then we'll go buy ice cream later, so it won't fly away."
"Where's Mom?" Enxing looked around, her little hands clutching his shirt collar.
"Mom's here—" Before Su Chen could finish speaking, the door to the master bedroom opened.
Lee Doona came out, her bare feet stepping on the wooden floor.
She was wearing a slightly oversized white silk shirt.
That was Su Chen's shirt, the hem of which just covered the middle of his thighs.
In the morning light, her long hair was a little messy, but it had a natural beauty that even careful grooming couldn't achieve.
Time has indeed been kind to her. In her early thirties, her skin remains firm and smooth, and her figure is more defined than when she was younger, yet she is still slender.
"Mommy!" Enxing squirmed in Su Chen's arms.
Lee Doona walked over, her eyes not fully open yet, and reached out to take her daughter: "Little Star, you're up so early today?"
Her voice, hoarse from just waking up, was exceptionally alluring.
As Su Chen watched this scene, a familiar warmth welled up in his heart.
He has experienced countless mornings like this, yet he still feels moved by them.
"I can't sleep." Eun-sung buried her head in Lee Doona's neck. "Mommy smells so good."
Lee Doona smiled, revealing faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes—the marks left by her smiles over the years.
She carried her daughter to the sofa, her shirt hem lifting slightly with each movement, revealing her long, slender legs. Su Chen's gaze followed her, just as it had years ago.
“I’m going to make breakfast,” he said, returning to the coffee machine.
Lee Doona nestled into the sofa with her daughter in her arms, humming an unknown tune softly.
The sunlight gradually rose, illuminating half of her cheek.
While preparing breakfast, Su Chen observed her through the glass partition of the kitchen—a little habit he had enjoyed for many years.
Watch her comb her daughter's hair with her fingers, watch her lean against the back of the sofa with her head tilted, watch her raise her eyebrows slightly because of a certain thought.
Time has changed a lot, yet it seems like nothing has changed at all.
She's still like a cat, sometimes clingy, sometimes independent, occasionally willful, but always able to make him forget everything with a small gesture or look at the right time.
"Dad, the eggs are going to burn!" Enxing's voice pulled him back to reality.
Su Chen quickly turned off the stove; fortunately, it was only slightly burnt.
He brought breakfast to the table: simple fried eggs, toast, fresh fruit, three glasses of milk, and a cup of coffee.
Generally, he would cook a hearty Chinese meal at noon.
"Did the chef mess up today?" Lee Doona sat down next to him, holding her daughter, and raised an eyebrow at him.
That expression was exactly the same as when I asked him to teach me how to cook years ago in the kitchen.
"I got distracted by a cat." Su Chen pushed the coffee towards her.
Lee Doona took the coffee, took a sip, and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
In the morning light, her eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on her cheeks.
Eun-sung climbed into her high chair and began earnestly poking at the fruit with her fork. (End of Chapter)