Li Xiu, slightly tipsy, guided the two sisters home, with Sister Chunhua trailing behind, cradling the fast-asleep Xiao Qingqing. The two sisters swayed like a pair of drunken kittens, stumbling as they walked.
Once home, Li Xiu acted like a gentle steward, tucking the sisters safely into bed. No sooner had Yang Ruixue and Yang Ruiling—the twin sisters—touched their pillows than they were completely captured by the sandman, drifting into deep slumber. Their breathing was as steady as calm waves lapping against the shore, and their sleeping faces were as serene as stars in a quiet night sky.
Watching them, Li Xiu felt his heart ripple with a gentle softness, like a lake brushed by a spring breeze. These sisters were as beautiful as fairies stepped out of a painting, and their individual charms were each so captivating; they truly felt like treasures bestowed upon him by the heavens.
Chapter 37