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Meanwhile, Jiang Zhu woke up Wen Yan, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa, and said timidly, "Hurry up and get up, your sister is coming to my house to kill me..."
Wen Yan's hazy sleepiness disappeared in an instant. She propped herself up and stared at Jiang Zhu in disbelief.
"What? My sister is coming. How did she know your address?"
Jiang Zhu curled his lips helplessly.
"Sister Xiaoli just added me and asked me if it would be convenient for her to come over now. I said it was, and gave her the address."
As he spoke, Jiang Zhu opened the chat history and showed it to Wen Yan.
"Why didn't she say she came?"
"What else can they do? They must be here to arrest you."
The two looked at each other silently, both feeling a little guilty.
In fact, they had already filled out their applications. Wen Yan said she didn't want to leave, and Jiang Zhu naturally agreed happily when she saw that there was someone to play with her.
For so many days, even Ping An didn't report to Wen Zhili.
Of course, Jiang Zhu just thought that Wen Yan was having fun after the college entrance examination, and that was why he wanted to stay at her house because he had such a good relationship with her.
She was surprised that this model student classmate actually had such a rebellious side.
Wen Yan said no more, quickly got up from the sofa and started packing his things. After finishing, he and Jiang Zhu sat properly on the sofa, waiting nervously for Wen Zhili.
…
“Ding Dong——”
The doorbell rang.
Wen Yan took a deep breath, held down Jiang Zhu who was about to stand up, and said, "I'll go open the door, you just sit here."
After saying that, she took the packed things and went to open the door.
After opening the door, Wen Zhili outside the door did not waver at all, just looked at her quietly, with no ripples in his eyes as deep as an ancient well. For a while, the two of them just looked at each other without speaking. The atmosphere was so tense that Jiang Zhu in the living room was worried about Wen Yan.
Wen Yan felt that she had left her sister alone for too long these past few days, and the fatigue on her sister's face was too obvious, so she lowered her head guiltily and timidly called out, "Sister."
Hearing the word "sister", Wen Zhili's frozen expression finally relaxed a little. She lowered her eyes and asked slowly, "Do you want to go home?"
People have rushed to other people's doorsteps, but the questions they ask themselves are, do you want to go home?
Wen Yan no longer had the intention to bully her. He turned around and said goodbye to Jiang Zhu in the house, then followed Wen Zhili home.
But even after returning home, Wen Yan was still angry and had no intention of reconciling with Wen Zhili and continuing to play the role of sisterly love with her.
The two were silent all the way. When they entered the house, Wen Yan put her bag at the entrance and was about to go in. Wen Zhili wanted to ask her if they could chat, but his eyes suddenly caught sight of her scattered shoelaces.
So she reminded him first: "Yanyan, your shoelaces are undone."
She had a glimmer of hope in her heart that her sister would, like before, smile and shake the toes of her shoes at her, act coquettishly to her, and ask her to help tie them.
But of course Wen Yan would never do that again now.
She just said "oh" softly and bent down.
Before Wen Zhili could laugh at himself in his heart, a crack appeared on his calm expression.
Her eyes trembled, and her pupils were a bottomless black - Wen Yan's way of tying shoelaces was unfamiliar, not the "rabbit ears" tying method she used before, nor even the method Wen Zhili usually used.
"Who did you learn this from?"
Wen Yan was startled by the dull voice. She stood up and looked at her sister who was finally in a bad mood. After hesitating for a few seconds, she decided to tell the truth.
"Jiang Zhu taught me."
The uncontrolled anger in Wen Zhi's eyes fell on her.
Wen Yan became confused again.
…
Why.
Your eyes tell me that you love me.
But your words clearly tell me that you don't love me.
Your pain tells me that you love me.
Your indifference tells me clearly that you don't love me.
…
"Do you like her?"
Wen Zhili locked his eyes on her and asked this.
She sank completely into the darkness, emitting a gloom that Wen Yan had never seen before.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
“…”
"So what if it was? You disappeared for so long, why are you suddenly here to bother me now?"
Wen Zhili frowned deeply. Seeing Wen Yan turning around to leave, he grabbed her wrist with some force before she took a step.
"Wen Yan——"
"I'm your sister."
But within two seconds, Wen Zhili realized that her tone was too harsh. She was stunned. She never expected that one day she would have to use her status as an older sister to seize the right to question her younger sister.
Taking a deep breath, she immediately adjusted her tone back to her usual calm tone.
"Yanyan, can you please stop making trouble with your sister?"
Wen Yan was a little dazed. Wen Zhili called her by her full name, which was a rare thing.
It actually happened in this situation.
Wen Yan has always been the type to listen to her sister since she was a child.
But this time it’s different.
She placed her other free hand on Wen Zhili's hand and gently moved it away from her wrist.
"Sister, you seem to have made a mistake. I don't mean to make trouble with you—"
"I've become much more sensible."
"As you wish, I'll let you go, sister."
Wen Yan looked straight at her, with a coldness and aggressiveness in his eyes that was completely unfamiliar to Wen Zhili.
"I can wait for your children to call me auntie."
The voice was very small, as if afraid of disturbing something.
But he still spoke without caring about the consequences, and the emotions that had been pent up for three years were shattered.
Wen Zhili was completely speechless.
I can’t tell which is worse, the pain of leaving home three years ago or the pain I feel now.
Wen Yan's eyes flickered as he looked at her.
Sister, why is there sadness in your eyes?
Didn't you say first that there was nothing between us?
Seeing her sister like this, Wen Yan finally softened her heart and sighed silently in her heart.
After a suffocating silence, she gently asked, "Can you tell me, sister, why did you come back this time?"
The room became quiet again.
The air was stagnant for so long that Wen Yan thought Wen Zhili would not talk to her again.
"I miss you."
The sound is so soft that it is almost inaudible.
"--What."
After all, she is still young, and Wen Yan can't bear to see her sister looking so pitiful.
Just as I was stunned, I saw Wen Zhili turn around and leave again.
As if unwilling to repeat the sin just now.
"Sister——" She pulled her wrist, just like she was being pulled by her just now.
The pain that they thought had finally been healed after three years, along with the longing, tore off the disguise of calm and rushed around like crazy in their bodies.
"What do you mean?"
Wen Yan's voice was a little angry and trembling.
"You were the one who said you wanted to get married first, and you were the one who didn't want me first, saying you wanted to repay your parents, and now you say you missed me—"
"I don't."
"What, nothing?"
Wen Yan didn't react for a moment to what she was answering.
Wen Zhili turned his back to her and finally repeated his words.
"I don't... want you."
As if afraid that she wouldn't believe him, he whispered it again.
"I want."
Wen Yan only felt that his whole body was instantly flooded by the tide.
Floating, suffocating but gentle.
In an instant, all the conflicting and tangled suspicions in my heart, filled with anger and pain, had answers.
"Sister, do you like me?"
She asked softly.
The expected silence.
"...I miss you too, sis."
Wen Yan no longer asked any questions, but just said this to her in the soft voice that made her think about it day and night in the past three years.
Wen Yan slowly moved closer to her until he felt the slight tremor on the tip of her nose.
Wen Zhili turned around suddenly, revealing the tears that were about to fall in his eyes to Wen Yan's sight.
She raised a hand and gently placed it on her sister's shoulder.
"Yanyan, don't—"
"Don't push me away, okay..."
She spoke softly, as if acting coquettishly, and her innocent eyes, like a little deer, looked at her moistly, but her body approached her rudely.
As the distance got closer, Wen Zhili's gaze couldn't help but fall on the girl's lips which were so close to him.
Her lips are more kissable now than they were when she was fifteen.
Wen Zhili was completely swept up by the girl's sincere gaze and his own unstoppable, roaring longing.
Too familiar, too tempting.
"Don't you like me, sister..."
She asked pleadingly.
"Yanyan, I can't..."
"So you want to see me love someone else?"
"Um?"
Wen Yan's tone softened even more, making it hard to tell whether she was truly wronged or just a sugar-coated temptation.
The tear that finally rolled down the corner of Wen Zhili's eye was the answer.
Her hand was still weakly pressing against Wen Yan's shoulder, but she finally stopped retreating.
Quietly waiting for the girl's hand to gently stroke her waistline.
Quietly waiting for the girl's fragrance to blend with his own breath.
"Sister, don't be afraid, we are accomplices."
She whispered like a demon the moment before their lips met.
Just like the serpent that tempted Eve to taste the forbidden fruit.
They kissed again.
A mixture of longing and grievance, sweetness and sourness.
It was very different from the kiss three years ago, this kiss was complex and wet.
Wen Zhili opened his lips slightly with a heavy feeling that was almost like a sacrifice, indulging his sister's impulsive plunder. Every entanglement of lips and teeth brought a sharp pain.
He kissed her tenderly, passionately and devoutly, as if he were exploring a lost treasure.
Wen Zhili was completely immersed in her sister's kiss, her sister's thoughts and her sincere and pure love.
She sank into the struggle between pain and happiness, her mind was in a mess, and her reason was overwhelmed by the desire of the moment and was unable to recover.
Because in all the painful scenes, in her childhood, poverty, violence, separation, repression, and constant and deep guilt, she could still only see the gentle and smiling eyes.
What her parents gave her was more than just material things and love.
And Wen Yan.
And these eyes that were born to look only at her.
…
She gently placed her hand on her sister's forward-leaning shoulder, blaming herself in vain for sinking into lust.
She is the green and unripe forbidden fruit.
I am a wandering and hungry refugee.
I am greedy and corrupt.
My sins are great and I cannot be forgiven.
…
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