Chapter 56 Come and hug me (new)

Ming Zhao's mind raced at that moment, and he quickly said, "Brother, I want some water. Go get it for me."

Everyone in the Zhou family was already used to the eldest daughter's bossing of Zhou Tingyun, and they continued eating with a natural expression.

The man then let go, stood up and handed her the water.

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As time goes by, the weather gradually turns colder.

At the turn of autumn and winter, the brother and sister started a secret love affair.

The daily life after confirming the relationship is not much different from before. Zhou Tingyun was already doting on his sister when he raised her, and now he is just more giving in to her.

His wardrobe was now filled with Ming Zhao's clothes, there was a pink pillow on the bed, and the two-meter-long pillow was abandoned by her in the original room.

Hairbands, earrings, lipsticks, girls' things scattered here and there.

Sometimes underwear would be thrown carelessly on top of his shirt, and he would pause for a moment to help her pick it up and put it away.

"Zhou Tingyun, have you seen my lipstick?"

"Zhou Tingyun, where did the earring I wore yesterday disappear?"

"Zhou Tingyun, I want to drink water!"

She also asked Zhou Tingyun to exchange their profile pictures with a couple, one with a cat and one with a dog.

So Jay Chou’s avatar turned into a big dog with its eyes closed, and a cat lying lazily on its head.

After changing the avatar, Ming Nutu was the first to send greetings to Ming Zhao.

"Why are you bothering your brother again?"

"Mommy—" she said in a coquettish voice, "Don't you think it suits my brother's temperament? He likes it too."

Zhou Tingyun looked at her and said "I like it very much" without expressing any opinion.

"Anyway, you two are willing to fight and the other one is willing to be beaten," Ming Zheng chuckled helplessly. "What are your plans for New Year's Eve this year? How about our family going to the island?"

When Ming Zhao heard this, his eyes lit up and he immediately agreed excitedly.

With New Year's Eve less than a month away, she has plenty of time to prepare for the family outing.

After the call ended, she rested her head on Zhou Tingyun's shoulder. After a while, she suddenly asked in a low voice, "What if Mommy finds out?"

Zhou Tingyun touched her head, his voice tinged with laughter, "Are you afraid now?"

Ming Zhao pouted and said, "It's okay, brother. We can do it secretly. When I get married, you can continue to be my mistress secretly."

Zhou Tingyun looked at her and asked, "Is your skin itchy?"

When she heard that, she immediately raised her voice, "I'm your precious girlfriend now! You can't hit me like you did when we were little!"

She stared at me with her beautiful big eyes, looking fierce.

He smiled, "Okay, girlfriend."

At night, a familiar call came from the bathroom.

"Zhou Tingyun."

It feels like it has passed through layers of mist, with a moist and wet texture, like a butterfly with thin wings wet by the rain, soft and damp.

He glanced sideways.

The door opened a little, hot air rushed out first, and then a head popped out.

Then the white and tender shoulders and neck looked like they had been soaked in milk.

There were still crystal water beads on her face, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and she spoke crisply.

"Come and hold me."

Zhou Tingyun knew that she had always been bold and passionate. She was very direct about what she disliked, and never hesitated to express her love for what she liked.

While her peers were still awkwardly caring about each other in family relationships, she was madly telling her family members "I love you, I miss you, I like you" every day, like a little melon.

He walked to the bathroom, bent down slightly, and gently embraced the person in front of him, then picked him up steadily.

Butterfly lay beside his ear, and its moist breath brushed his earlobe, "Brother, I haven't put on underwear yet."

The man tightened his hand around her waist for a moment, and she immediately smiled like a little fox, her eyes curved into crescents.

After a while, she asked softly again.

"Brother, have you been pretending not to know?"

Zhou Tingyun couldn't teach her as a brother anymore. He could only pinch her arm and pretend to be cold. "You have so many little thoughts?"

Ming Zhao wasn't afraid at all, instead he leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, "Why, don't you like it?"

Zhou Tingyun put her on the bed, said he liked her, held the back of her neck and kissed her.

Ming Zhao believed in pleasure above all else, and when he felt comfortable being kissed, he wanted to explore more, and his hands went to unbutton his clothes dishonestly.

Holding her hand, Zhou Tingyun bit her lower lip and said, "Behave yourself."

She was puzzled. It was fine if she had been content before, but why did she have to be content now?

Pushing the person away, he questioned, "Are you planning to break up with me in the future and keep your virginity for someone else?"

Zhou Tingyun was amused by her idea and patted her back gently, like smoothing the fur of a frizzy kitten. "You are still too young, baby."

"How am I young?" Ming Zhao muttered, frowning. "What age is not considered young?"

Zhou Tingyun looked at her and suddenly couldn't answer.

What she said before was not wrong after all. In his eyes, she would always be a child who would never grow up. No matter how many years passed, this feeling seemed to remain unchanged.

But Ming Zhao took his silence as guilt.

"You don't really want to be with me, do you?" She looked at him intently, "Are you waiting for me to fall in love with someone else so you can get rid of me?

"Zhou Tingyun, you don't think that just because we kissed but didn't do it doesn't count, do you?"

She originally wanted to calmly analyze his inner thoughts, but she ended up getting angry while talking. She was about to stand up with a stern face, but was pushed back.

Zhou Tingyun remained calm and coaxed her gently, "I don't think so, Zhao Zhao."

"What do you mean?"

"I have to admit that my thinking is much more outdated than yours," he looked at her, "so I hope to do this after we get married."

Hearing this, Ming Zhao was in disbelief, yet also felt it made sense.

After all, Zhou Tingyun is eight years older than her, and the difference in their old-fashioned thinking is inevitable.

But try to use two words...

Ming Zhao narrowed her eyes and snuggled into Zhou Tingyun's arms, "Then can I have another boyfriend of the same age who has advanced ideas?"

He pinched her jaw and said in a light voice, "Don't make me angry on purpose."

The routine may be old, but it works, she raised her chin proudly.

Seeing that she was still so bold and unrepentant, Zhou Tingyun's eyes dimmed slightly.

He leaned over and kissed the side of her neck, her earlobe, all the way to the large area of skin on her collarbone where the water droplets had not yet dried, and gently licked away the moisture.

A bony hand reached in from the hem of her skirt, stroked her thighs, and kneaded her sensitive waist.

There is intention to punish, but the force is not too strong.

Ming Zhao couldn't help but grab his hand, but was instead pinned to the quilt.

The slightly rough fingertips moved upwards, gently rubbing the undulating edge, as if teasing her, neither going up nor down. The itchy and numbing feeling made Ming Zhao blush, "Zhou Tingyun!"

"Hmm?" He pressed the edge and drew a circle vaguely, as if measuring something.

Then he said calmly, "It is indeed not small."

Ming Zhao's brain seemed to freeze suddenly, and it took him a long time to react to what he had just said. He felt so hot that he was about to burn, and he was about to push the person away.

Zhou Tingyun held her hand and kissed her, "You can't stand it like this, why were you so bold just now?"

Seeing her blushing cheeks and her watery eyes staring at him, he smiled and said, "Okay, go to sleep obediently."

Her ears felt hot, and she was dissatisfied with his ease, so she moved forward and gently bit his Adam's apple, while her hands also reached out to touch his abdominal muscles.

He clasped her wrist, "You're not going to rest, are you?"

She blinked provocatively.

In the quiet night, the room was lit only by a floor lamp emitting soft light, illuminating the small area on the bed.

The delicate and pretty girl was held in the man's arms. He pinched her chin with one hand, forcing her to turn her head for a kiss, and gently twisted her with the other hand.

Later, it was completely infected by the power of desire and covered the whole place.

Ming Zhao's nose was covered with sweat, and his cheeks to earlobes were flushed red. The sound of rejection was blocked between his lips and teeth.

Finally, because she was sweating all over, she took another bath in the bathtub.

As soon as he came out, he called Zhou Tingyun a pervert.

The man remained calm, "I'm just helping you prove yourself."

Ming Zhao rushed over and punched him. Zhou Tingyun endured her punching bag for a moment, then picked him up and asked, "Can you sleep well now?"

He pinched the soft flesh on her waist and said, "Or do you want to continue?"

Although Zhou Tingyun's thinking is not that advanced, as an older brother, he doesn't mind using his hands or lips and tongue to satisfy his sister's needs.

Ming Zhao immediately chose to raise the flag and surrender.

At seven o'clock in the morning, it was still dark.

Zhou Tingyun was about to get up and go to the company, but Mingzhao was sleeping soundly in his arms.

He moved slightly, and the girl wrapped her limbs around him, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and hummed and moaned, making some vague sounds, as if she was acting coquettishly, or as if she was mumbling and scolding him.

Zhou Tingyun laughed, patted her back, and coaxed her in a low voice.

After a while, Ming Zhao's breathing gradually became shallow and smooth, his face became rosy, and he fell asleep again.

He then gently took her hand away, stuffed it into the quilt, and tucked in the corners of the quilt.

So he was a little late.

When we arrived at the office, the doctor had been waiting there for a long time.

Seeing the man come in, he immediately stood up and handed him a diagnosis sheet. Zhou Tingyun took it, and it clearly showed that the blood clot in his brain had disappeared.

The doctor pushed his glasses slightly up on his nose, his eyes inquiring. "Have you noticed any extra memories recently?"

Zhou Tingyun said in a calm tone, "No."

The doctor was silent for a moment. Although he felt that it was a bit inappropriate, he still said, "It may take a few days, and he will recover slowly."

He hummed.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the gray and cold sky was gloomy and desolate, as if shrouded in a thick layer of haze.

The moment Zhou Tingyun touched the lighter, he suddenly remembered Ming Zhao's angry face and withdrew his hand.