This situation seems quite normal. The elder brother needs to have an upright appearance, while the younger sister is of course much more casual.
Under the dim wall lamp and the dark night, the two of them talked less and less. If someone came in and saw such a scene, they would feel like a shy young couple, with a little warmth and a little shyness.
Xueting moved her eyes away from the TV screen and looked at the roof. "It won't take long. It's time for you to go back, right?"
"Yes." Zhihao nodded, "I will go back when everything calms down here. There are still a number of projects in the company, and it will be time to start them when I get back."
"Do you think Liu Xiaoyuan can give up?" There was a faint feeling in Xueting's words that she was still a little worried.
"I think it's about the same. I want to see Liu Xiaoyuan again and talk to him before I leave."
"What are you talking about...?"
"Is it okay if we don't tell you what's going on between us men?" Zhihao said with a smile.
"It's mysterious. If you don't tell me, I will pull you down." Xueting smiled and rolled her eyes at Zhihao. Zhihao saw Xueting's pink-faced and coquettish side, which showed a bit of cuteness.
"Go to bed early, I sleep very late every day." Zhihao said, lying down with his clothes on. The feeling of lying on the bed is much more comfortable than sitting.
"Okay, go to sleep. I'm a little tired today." Xueting stretched, sat up and took off her long shirt and trousers, leaving only the thin clothes surrounding Xueting's graceful figure. Zhihao looked at it casually.
In the past, they were so similar to Yu Ting. They were really sisters. They even had the same figure and were so beautiful.
However, in imagination, Xueting is definitely not as plump as Yuting. The curves in some places are slightly less rounded than Yuting's, but this is a kind of pure and elegant beauty, a quite perfect mature girl's figure.
, so beautiful that it makes people’s hearts beat.
Zhihao just glanced at it casually, and suddenly felt an inexplicable surge in his body. He hurriedly stopped his thoughts and reached out to turn off the wall lamp, so as not to calculate out of thin air the imagination that made him unable to control himself. Xueting Qingling
His body lay down gracefully, with the quilt covering his soft body. Zhihao's heart gradually became calm.
"You should take off your clothes and go to bed. It's like this every day, and you can't get any rest." Xueting's long and leisurely voice said.
In the dim night, Yu Ting chuckled and said, "Don't be so serious, okay? You are my brother, and I still trust you. Besides, if you want to do evil, I will be so obedient?"
Zhihao was stunned. A generous, generous girl, his sister, pure and generous. Looking back at himself, she is very dirty. No wonder Xueting has a relaxed expression, but he is a little reserved.
This is completely the work of inner demons.
Zhihao was in a daze when he heard Xueting's gentle voice, which was relaxed and a little grand, "I've also seen you wearing shorts. It's quite feudal, coy, and like a girl."
This sentence made Zhihao amused. Zhihao smiled and took advantage of the dark night to take off his long shirt and trousers. Of course, he did not reach the level of B sleep wearing only shorts. His arms were naked and his legs were naturally wearing stripes.
Underpants. In this way, it is much more comfortable than the previous few days. Zhihao covered himself with the quilt beautifully. He is destined to have a good sleep tonight.
In the middle of the night, Zhihao suddenly woke up and saw Xueting sitting beside his bed, her hand gently placed on her arm exposed outside the quilt. Under the dim wall lamp, a pair of beautiful eyes were weeping secretly...
In a sweet dream, Zhihao had a particularly solid sleep this time. Since coming to Xueting, he has slept in his clothes every day, but tonight is different from usual. Although it has not reached the second-level level, it is still quite good.
Feeling relieved. In Zhihao's dream, he seemed to have the comfort of floating on the white clouds. Suddenly he felt something pulling his arm and woke up.
"What's wrong?" Zhihao was startled and saw Xueting sitting next to him in tears. He jumped up from the bed and looked at Xueting, his eyes full of concern.
Xueting didn't say a word, still holding Zhihao's arm tightly. The gentle force on her soft fingers made Zhihao feel a little bit of pain. Zhihao was surprised, and suddenly found himself through the dim wall lamp.
There were streaks of blue and purple on his arms, and he suddenly understood what was going on.
Then a scene like this appeared in front of them. The two of them were sitting on the bed, Zhihao was shirtless, and Xueting was holding Zhihao's arm with both hands. Her beautiful eyes were sparkling, and a few drops of clear tears were falling silently on Zhihao.
On Hao's arm.
Zhihao smiled easily, "What's the matter? I'm crying. Am I not doing well?"
"Is this still good?" Xueting complained, and shed tears again, "Look at your arm, what's it like?"
"It's okay, it's just a little skin injury. It'll be fine in two days. My injury healed very quickly. If you don't believe me, just ask Sister Ting." Zhihao said nonchalantly, and wanted to stretch his arm to show Xueting, but
The arm was still in Xueting's hand, making Zhihao unable to move.
"Does it still hurt?" Xueting showed gentle care and gently stroked Zhihao's arm.
"It doesn't hurt at all." Zhihao smiled, acting quite relaxed, and even made a small joke with Xueting, "It's just that it makes me feel bad to see you crying."
"You!" Xueting burst into laughter with tears still on her face, "Now that you're like this, you still have the heart to make jokes and talk nonsense."
"Okay, stop crying. Nothing is wrong with me, right?" Zhihao gently broke away from Xueting's hand, went to the bathroom to find a clean towel, soaked it in warm water, and twisted it into a semi-dry towel.
, handed it to Xueting, "Quickly wipe your face. You can't cry anymore. If you cry anymore, you will turn into a cat with a painted face. What a beautiful little girl."
"Yes." Xueting nodded obediently, took the towel, and wiped her face carefully. It was suddenly as clean as new, but her two beautiful eyes were slightly red, which made Zhihao feel distressed.
Zhihao smiled and relaxed the atmosphere, "You're up so late at night, why are you looking at my arms?"
"Who cares?" Xueting also grinned, "I remembered to go to the bathroom, and as soon as I turned on the wall lamp, I saw streaks of blue and purple on your arms. You were hurt because of me." As she said that, the circles under her eyes returned.
It's a red color.
"Look, look, it's here again." Zhihao felt a little distressed again. He smiled and patted Xueting on the shoulder, "Isn't it good for me? Compared to Liu Xiaoyuan's gang, I am nothing. They are still here.
Are you lying in the hospital?"
"They deserve it." Xueting put away her smile and smiled sweetly, "I forgot that I was just looking at your arms. It's time to go to the bathroom." The perfect figure floated softly in front of Zhihao, with a sense of
A light, pure aroma.
From this moment on, Zhihao's arm became the focus of Xueting's care. When he got up in the morning, Zhihao was still dreaming and was awakened by Xueting's gentle movements. As soon as Zhihao opened his eyes, he saw Xueting.
Ting sat beside her bed again, gently stroking her bruised and bruised arms with her soft hands, her eyes full of love.
From Xueting's beautiful eyes, Zhihao saw the warmth in Yuting's body. It was a warmth unique to women, as gentle as a sweet spring. Any man who calls himself strong would melt into such tenderness.
I am willing to live and die for such tenderness without any complaints.
Zhihao lay lazily, letting Xueting's soft hands gently caress his arm. Looking at Xueting's slightly red face, as delicate as a peach blossom, he couldn't help but feel dementia. A different feeling, definitely a different feeling.
With Yuting's tenderness and Rouyu's youthful vitality, is this a subtle difference between sisters?
