Chapter 4: Barbie Doll Switch, My Sister’s Words Make Me Fall.

That soft, sweet call of “Little Sister Bai” was so tender and sticky it sent Bai Wanting’s head spinning with delight.

The nickname stirred memories long buried in her heart.

In those distant childhood days, Lin Qingya had been her little shadow, trailing behind her.

Back then, Lin Qingya was a delicate white flower, calling out “Little Sister Bai” in her adorable, milky voice—a title exclusive to Bai Wanting.

And now, that white flower was about to be plucked by her own hands, nurtured in a private greenhouse meant only for her.

The satisfaction swelling in Bai Wanting’s heart was overwhelming, but her expression remained perfectly controlled, showing only warmth and affection.

She reached out, gently helping Lin Qingya up from the hypnotic recliner.

“Awake?” Her voice carried a smile. “How do you feel? Did this hypnosis session make you feel more relaxed?”

Lin Qingya rubbed her still-sleepy eyes, her face radiating the lazy contentment of someone who’d just had a good nap.

She stretched, revealing a glimpse of her fair, slender waist, then flashed a sweet smile.

“Mmm! I feel so much better! I’m way more refreshed.” Her words were heartfelt.

“Every time I nap here with Little Sister Bai, it feels so peaceful, so comfortable!”

Hearing this, Bai Wanting’s smile deepened.

Comfortable, huh?

Of course it was—she’d worked so hard to massage and reshape Lin Qingya’s mind at its deepest levels.

Stripping away all unnecessary thoughts, leaving only absolute dependence on her, Bai Wanting.

This purified, deep hypnosis naturally brought an unparalleled sense of relaxation.

If not for those damned cat ears, she could’ve made Lin Qingya feel even more comfortable.

“Good to hear.”

Bai Wanting responded gently, her fingertips naturally smoothing Lin Qingya’s slightly messy hair.

With practiced ease, she gathered the silky strands, slipped a hair tie from her wrist, and carefully tied them into the twin tails Lin Qingya usually wore.

She was so familiar with this task that it could be said she’d styled Lin Qingya’s hair almost countless times.

As she worked, Bai Wanting casually asked, “How was our little Qingya’s day at school? In a good mood?”

At this, Lin Qingya’s bright expression faltered.

Her lips pursed in a pout, like a little hamster whose food had been stolen.

“Not great…” she mumbled, her voice tinged with grievance.

“My physics test… I did badly again. Teacher Song called me to the office for a long talk…”

Bai Wanting finished tying the second ponytail, giving Lin Qingya’s head a gentle pat filled with indulgence and comfort.

“Is that so…” she said soothingly, though her heart was perfectly clear.

In her hypnotic state earlier, Lin Qingya had been wracked with intense guilt over this very incident, even shedding tears.

Yet now, fully awake, she showed only the normal frustration and worry of a student who’d flunked a test.

She had no memory of the agonizing remorse she’d felt for “talking to the teacher for over five minutes.”

Perfect memory suppression.

Bai Wanting could hardly stop herself from humming in triumph.

“It’s okay. One test doesn’t define you.”

She took Lin Qingya’s hand, leading her out of the hypnosis room to the living room’s desk.

“Don’t be upset. Tonight, Sister will personally tutor you in physics and make sure you get those lost points back next time.”

Lin Qingya’s eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded vigorously, her voice brimming with gratitude and reliance. “Thank you, Little Sister Bai!”

“No need to be so polite with Sister.”

Bai Wanting had her sit at the desk, then turned toward the kitchen.

“Wait here a moment. Sister’s going to grab you something tasty.”

Moments later, she returned with a white porcelain plate bearing a whole cream cake.

The cake was topped with a thick layer of snowy white frosting, adorned with a few vibrant red strawberries, filling the air with a sweet, rich aroma.

“Look at this,” Bai Wanting said, gently placing the plate in front of Lin Qingya.

Lin Qingya’s gaze was instantly glued to the cake, her face lighting up with surprise.

It was a cream cake from her favorite shop!

“Wow! Cream cake!” Lin Qingya let out a small squeal of delight.

She picked up a small fork but didn’t dig in right away. Instead, she looked up at Bai Wanting with a gaze mixed with admiration and adoration.

“Little Sister Bai, you’re the best! You’re practically the person who spoils me the most in the whole world!”

Those words sent a surge of satisfaction through Bai Wanting’s possessive heart.

This was exactly what she wanted—to be the “only” and the “most.”

Bai Wanting smiled faintly, sitting across from her, then sighed dramatically, tapping Lin Qingya’s forehead with her fingertip.

“You, always clinging to Sister.”

She picked up a glass of water, her peripheral vision locked on Lin Qingya’s face as she continued casually, “You should make more friends at school. It must be lonely being by yourself all the time.”

As expected, the mention of “making more friends” dimmed Lin Qingya’s smile.

She puffed out her cheeks adorably, poking at the cake with her fork absentmindedly, her expression full of grievance.

“But… I really don’t know how to talk to other people…”

Her voice dropped, laced with confusion and helplessness.

“Whenever I talk to someone I’m not close with, my mind goes blank, and I start rambling incoherently…”

“Other than with you, Little Sister Bai, I can’t seem to hold a normal conversation with anyone for more than three sentences.”

At those words, Bai Wanting let out a silent cheer of victory in her heart.

Oh, yes! The effects of the hypnotic suggestions had clearly seeped into Lin Qingya’s surface consciousness!

Lin Qingya now genuinely believed she was someone with severe social anxiety, only able to rely on Bai Wanting.

She was building her own cage, willingly handing the only key to Bai Wanting.

Suppressing the urge to let her lips curl into a wild grin, Bai Wanting put on a look of sympathy and helplessness, letting out a long sigh.

In the art of holding back laughter, Bai Wanting’s performance was one that a certain sunny, diary-writing boy could learn from.

“Alright, alright, it’s okay.”

She reached out, ruffling Lin Qingya’s hair.

“Sister doesn’t really mind you sticking to me. And… a socially anxious Qingya is pretty cute, too.”

At those last words, her voice dropped slightly, carrying a hint of subtle flirtation.

The sudden compliment made Lin Qingya’s face flush red in an instant.

She lowered her head shyly, her heart pounding uncontrollably, a wave of heat spreading from her neck to her ears.

Bai Wanting quietly savored the girl’s innocent, bashful expression, leisurely picking up her fork to cut a small piece of cake and pop it into her mouth.

Seeing Bai Wanting start eating, Lin Qingya carefully scooped a bite of the cream cake with her own fork and brought it to her lips.

The sweet, silky flavor bloomed on her taste buds, filling her with such happiness that she squinted in delight.

She ate slowly, gracefully, completely unaware of the dab of white cream that had smudged onto the corner of her mouth.

Her adorable, oblivious look made Bai Wanting’s heart itch.

A sudden, intense urge to tease her arose.

Not a desire for physical possession, driven by lust.

But a more wicked impulse—a mental manipulation, a craving to see her lose herself to Bai Wanting’s control, to sink into her entirely.

So, as Lin Qingya finished her first bite of cake and reached for a second, Bai Wanting spoke up.

Her voice remained gentle and warm, sounding like a heartfelt compliment.

“Qingya, you look so cute when you eat…”

“Like a… Barbie doll.”

The moment the words left her lips.

Lin Qingya’s hand, holding the fork, froze midair.

She looked up at Bai Wanting.

In just one second.

Her eyes, which had been sparkling with joy from the treat, turned dull and lifeless.

Her gaze grew vacant and unfocused, finally settling into a deep, obedient emptiness.

She sat there quietly, her back ramrod straight, docilely awaiting her master’s next command.

A satisfied smile spread across Bai Wanting’s face, brimming with absolute control.

Too perfect.

This switch was even more effective than she’d imagined!

It meant that from now on, whenever and wherever she wanted, she could plunge Lin Qingya into complete submission in a single second, turning her into her most obedient servant.

The excitement and heat surged within her once more.

She dipped her index finger into the remnants of cream on her empty cake plate.

Then, she extended her slender, cream-smeared finger toward Lin Qingya.

Feigning a troubled frown, she spoke in a tone both intimate and commanding.

“Oh no~ Qingya, Sister got some cream on her finger…”

“What should we do~ Food shouldn’t go to waste, so what should you do~”

Lin Qingya lifted her hollow, lifeless eyes, staring blankly at the dab of white cream on Bai Wanting’s fingertip.

“I will… help Sister… clean it up…”

Her vermilion lips parted, her voice empty and dazed.

With that, she obediently set down her fork and rose from her chair.

Then, under Bai Wanting’s playful gaze, she slowly knelt before her.

She raised both hands, as if receiving a divine oracle, reverently taking Bai Wanting’s cream-smeared hand.

Then, tilting her head slightly, she parted her soft, cherry-pink lips, closed her eyes, and gently took the finger into her mouth…