When he was young, Zhihao also longed for his sister. He leaned in her arms and touched her hair. But Zhihao knew that she was her sister. He couldn't think about anything, couldn't do anything, and that was just the end of it.
Sister Ting, is that okay?
In front of Sister Ting, do I need to deliberately suppress my wrong thoughts?
But Sister Ting is also my sister, how could she have such dirty thoughts?
Zhihao suddenly felt that Yuting was his sister, a sister who loved and loved him. Here, all he could experience was love and tenderness.
Zhihao gradually calmed down, his hands became light and calm, gently touching Yuting's silky hair and gently touching Yuting's silky face.
Yuting was indeed tired and felt safe. She fell asleep soundly without any reaction at all.
Just like that, Zhihao looked at Yuting quietly and touched her face gently, as warm as a dream and as tender as water.
Zhihao suddenly thought of a question, did Sister Ting feel the same way just now?
People's inner world is often contradictory.
When Yu Ting is not with Zhi Hao, Zhi Hao always wants to see Yu Ting. The mysterious thing about Yu Ting attracts Zhi Hao, makes Zhi Hao yearn for him, and leaves Zhi Hao in a confused state.
He couldn't extricate himself. Now, Yu Ting was lying on his lap, her whole body in front of Zhihao. If Zhihao stretched out his hand, Yu Ting would be in Zhihao's arms. But Zhihao suddenly became much quieter, and those things in his heart
The messy things seemed to have been washed away by the heavy rain outside, making them clean and free of any impurities.
Zhihao leaned leisurely on the back of the sofa, his eyes half-closed, as if closing his eyes to rest his mind, and gradually fell into a nap. Although his hands were still on Yuting's smooth shoulders, they slowly slid on her arms.
Yuting fell asleep beautifully, holding Zhihao's arm with one hand. She breathed evenly, a kind of selfless sweetness. Walking on her side, Zhihao could vaguely feel her, gentle and regular rise and fall. Zhihao felt
Without any desire to reach out and touch it, I fell asleep again.
After waking up, the rain had lightened up a lot and had a tendency to stop. Zhihao secretly smiled, the rain was about to stop. When the rain stops, Yuting is indeed a beautiful name, romantic and poetic.
Zhihao looked at Yuting, who was still sleeping sweetly and soundly, and looked at her quietly. He felt that Yuting was very beautiful, so beautiful that people felt attached to her in every possible way.
Zhihao suddenly wanted to make a joke, a bit naughty, and gently pinched Yuting's nose with his hand. Yuting woke up. She looked at Zhihao with sleepy eyes, her eyes full of softness.
Zhihao looked at Yu Ting and smiled, "Sister Ting, my hands are itchy."
Yuting also laughed, her face as pretty as a flower.
"You should go to sleep too, it's been a tiring day."
"I woke up. I'm not sleepy. It's quite comfortable watching you sleep."
"You should go to sleep too, ah, be obedient." Yuting still rested her head on Zhihao's legs and had no intention of getting up.
"You go back to the bedroom and sleep, I'll sleep on the sofa."
"Sleep with me."
"No, I'd better stay on the sofa. I know how to be dishonest." Zhihao smiled, with a slight blush on his face again.
"How dishonest?" Yu Ting chuckled, "What does a child know?"
"I... am not young anymore." Zhihao's face turned red. This time, it was really red, so red that Yu Ting could see it clearly.
"Really? How old are you?" Yu Ting looked directly at Zhihao, her charming eyes made Zhihao dare not look into Yu Ting's eyes.
"It's very big, big man." Zhihao's voice was so low that only he could hear it.
"Yes, my brother is now a grown man." Yu Ting sat up with a smile and pushed her hair back.
"Sister Ting, you should go back to the bedroom and sleep. You won't be able to rest like this."
"Okay then." Yu Ting smiled, "Then you go to sleep in the small bedroom, or the study. I will get you my sister's quilt."
"Yeah." Zhihao nodded.
The rain fell down for a while and then became heavier again. The rain in summer is like a pouring rain. No wonder it is called a pouring rain.
Zhihao listened to the sound of rain outside and lay comfortably on the soft bed. He suddenly felt very warm and secretly lamented that his small hard bed was not a place for people to sleep. Compared with Sister Ting's home
, one is really in heaven and the other is on earth.
