"Really?" Yuan Jiang smiled, a deep, unfathomable meaning flashing in her charming fox eyes. Her gaze fell on Shen Xiaomin's forehead, which was covered with beads of sweat, and the curve of her smile gradually widened.
Shen Xiaomin felt inexplicably guilty. His well-defined fingers twitched slightly. He turned his head to avoid Yuan Jiang's burning gaze and mumbled a soft "hmm".
"Then why are you sweating so much?" Yuan Jiang stood on tiptoe, raised her hand and rubbed Shen Xiaomin's forehead with the back of her hand. Shen Xiaomin's eyes widened suddenly. The next second, he saw Yuan Jiang lower her head and sniff the back of her hand, revealing a sly smile like a fox: "You also smell of alcohol. Did you go drinking?"
Shen Xiaomin's Adam's apple bobbed up and down: "N-no."
"Hmm?" Yuan Jiang raised an eyebrow, circled around Shen Xiaomin, and muttered to herself, "So what did you go to do?"
"Let your older sister guess..."
Shen Xiaomin's heart tightened, and he reached out to grab Yuan Jiang's wrist.
Yuan Jiang paused, looking at him with a puzzled expression: "What?"
"Stop guessing." His voice was a little hoarse, his eyelashes lowered, casting dappled shadows on his reddened eyelids. The next second, he slowly lifted his eyelids, looked steadily at her, and said, "Is it okay?"
To survive, Shen Xiaomin told many lies.
But he didn't want to lie to Yuan Jiang.
Yuan Jiang paused, feeling as if Shen Xiaomin's fingertips had burned the skin on her wrist. She nodded, "Okay, then I won't ask."
"Thank you, sister." Shen Xiaomin breathed a sigh of relief and gave a grateful smile.
"It's still early, let's go back to our rooms and rest." Seeing Shen Xiaomin's resistant expression, Yuan Jiang didn't want to press further and went upstairs to her bedroom to continue sleeping.
Shen Xiaomin followed behind Yuan Jiang. When Yuan Jiang disappeared from sight, a look of regret flashed across his eyes. He stood blankly at the door of Yuan Jiang's bedroom, took two deep breaths, and felt the charming fragrance permeate his heart and soul. He couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
When no one was watching, a dark and damp obsession surged in Shen Xiaomin's eyes, a mixture of madness and excitement, and an extremely satisfied yet morbid smile appeared on his youthful and delicate face.
He thought vaguely, "If only I could share a room with my sister..."
Thinking of this, the dark light in Shen Xiaomin's eyes intensified.
Suddenly, a hoarse, distant voice sounded in my ear:
"Shen Xiaomin, is it?"
Shen Xiaomin's lips suddenly tightened into a straight line, the strange smile on his face disappeared, and when he turned to look at Yuan Xiangci, he showed a well-behaved and obedient expression: "Uncle, good morning."
"What are you doing standing at Jiang Jiang's door so early in the morning?" Yuan Xiangci asked expressionlessly, squinting her eyes with a questioning look.
"I......."
"You just came back from outside?" Yuan Xiangci's scrutinizing gaze fell on Shen Xiaomin's muddy shoes, his brows furrowed and his face full of suspicion.
"Yes, I'm going out to watch the sunrise." Shen Xiaomin said without changing his expression.
"I see..." Yuan Xiangci looked at Shen Xiaomin with sharp eyes. Seeing his calm and composed appearance, she smiled and patted his shoulder: "He also has the habit of getting up early. He's a good kid."
Shen Xiaomin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, the next second, Yuan Xiangci's eyes suddenly became even sharper: "You like Jiang Jiang?"
"..." Shen Xiaomin's thick, black eyelashes trembled slightly. Faced with Yuan Xiangci's forceful questioning, her crimson lips uttered with difficulty, "I like it."
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