5 It hurts so much, you better go find another sister
Ming Zhao admitted that he was not very kind, but he felt very good after hearing Aunt Lin say that he and the Zhou family were not harmonious and had no feelings for each other.
Holding the plate Aunt Lin gave her, which contained a small bowl of white fungus and lotus seeds emitting a sweet fragrance, she walked to the front of the study and raised her hand to knock on it.
There was no response from inside, so she pushed it open.
The layout of the study has not changed much, with the same black, white and gray tones as before, and a piggy bank that she made by hand in kindergarten is still on the desk.
The man leaning back in the chair had his eyes closed, and it was unclear whether he was resting or asleep. The faint blue color under his eyes was particularly obvious against his cold white skin.
Ming Zhao put down the bowl, looked at his face carefully.
Zhou Tingyun was the person with the most superior bone structure she had ever seen, with a high nose bridge, deep eyebrows and eyes, and a dignified and steady temperament like jade.
She pinched her face. No wonder she felt they didn't look alike at all before.
She looked around for a mirror to check herself carefully, and then the man's slightly hoarse voice rang out.
“…Zhao Zhao?”
Ming Zhao turned around and saw that he was awake. He walked to the sofa beside him and sat down, spreading his lace nightgown on the black velvet blanket.
"Mommy asked me to go to the birthday party with you. Do you know what Grandpa Zhou likes?"
His eyes gradually cleared up, and Zhou Tingyun seemed to have just come back to his senses. He gently pressed his solar plexus and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay if you don't go. I can just talk to Mom."
It happened that she was accompanying Lin Zhiwei to get a spa treatment. She nodded happily and said, "Then I'll go back to sleep."
His eyes dropped.
"Have you applied the medicine after taking a shower?"
Ming Zhao was stunned and subconsciously looked down at his calves.
The swelling has gone down a lot, but the bruise is still very dark.
It was actually quite obvious, but Ming Nutu didn't notice it.
She felt a little depressed, and since she had to wash her hands after getting them stained with medicine, she didn't want to apply it.
"Ming Zhao." The man said in a calm voice.
Ming Zhao pursed his lips, sat on the sofa and lifted up his nightgown, "Then you help me apply it."
Zhou Tingyun originally just wanted to supervise her to apply the medicine honestly, but he was dazzled by the bright white.
He looked away and ignored it.
"Is this your attitude as a brother?" she complained. "You're bringing up that time you washed the sheets in the car so long ago, and now you won't even put on some medicine."
"Forget it, it hurts so much, it hurts so much that you can go find another sister."
“…”
Not long after, Ming Zhao contentedly put her legs on Zhou Tingyun.
She was happy now, propping her elbows on the pillow and holding her chin with a smile, "My dear brother, you actually miss me too, right?"
Zhou Tingyun glanced at her and said nothing.
"Why should I be embarrassed to admit this?" the girl shook her head proudly. "Auntie Lin told me all about this. Some poor souls come into my room every day and can't sleep because of the things they see and the memories they have...ah, why did you hit me?"
Ming Zhao covered his forehead with his hands, looking aggrieved.
Zhou Tingyun's voice was cold: "Is this how you use the saying 'seeing something reminds me of someone'?"
"Ahem..." She said seriously, "That's not the point."
Then she stretched out her finger and poked his shoulder, "The point is - you see, our family treats you well."
"Would you consider changing your surname and registering your household registration?"
Zhou Tingyun's gaze only stayed on the wound, without crossing any line.
"Is ordering me to help you apply the medicine doing me a good deed?"
Ming Zhao blinked. "People who want to help me apply the medicine can line up from here to France. This is an honor for you, okay?"
He nodded, "Yeah, my pleasure."
"So do I need to change my household registration?"
Her eyes sparkled, and she rested her chin on his shoulder, her breath light and shallow. The sweet scent slowly formed a spider web, almost sticking him to the spot.
Zhou Tingyun covered the wound with ointment, then carefully wrapped the wound with gauze to avoid rubbing against the nightgown and quilt. He patted her leg and said, "Okay, go to bed."
?
... again!
Ming Zhao gritted his teeth.
Looking at her back as she left angrily, Zhou Tingyun's calm eyes showed no emotion.
There was heavy rain outside the window, bringing the coolness of the autumn night. The calendar on the desk had quietly turned back to 2020.
Eighteen-year-old Ming Zhaogang drank too much at the graduation party. His face was red and his mind was not very clear.
She frowned, unable to understand why the person who grew up with her became someone else's brother, the person who promised her that he would not leave, ended up not coming home like her parents.
Ming Zhao wanted to question him, to vent his anger, to pull out all his hair and scratch his face.
So she walked upstairs in a daze and pushed open the door of the study.
The warm light enveloped his face, casting a thin layer of shadow on his cheeks and casting a light shadow on his closed eyelashes.
Ming Zhao staggered in front of the man in a drunken state, stared at him for a moment with a frown.
Then she slowly raised her legs, put her hands on her shoulders, and climbed up bit by bit with difficulty, sitting directly astride him.
The coolness of the suit pants touched the skin directly, dispelling some of the heat.
She took a breath and rested for a while, then reached out and grabbed his collar, her eyebrows knitted together, and she muttered something.
The smell of wine was mixed with a rich aroma, and a soft and warm touch came from my legs, like a light cloud falling into my arms.
Zhou Tingyun opened his eyes and saw a flushed face close to him. The beautiful eyes were filled with drunkenness, like amber wine in a glass.
The white shirt embroidered with the Jinli school emblem was soaked by the wine and clung to her body like a film of milk. The dark blue hem of her skirt barely covered her thighs.
Seeing this, Zhou Tingyun's face turned cold, "Ming Zhao, did I ever tell you not to drink..."
"Zhou Tingyun, you're a #@&%... bastard!"
“…”
Zhou Tingyun raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.
The study door was wide open, and I could even hear the quiet conversations from the living room. My parents downstairs might come up at any moment.
She was so drunk that she couldn't speak clearly, but she kept climbing and rubbing against him.
"Zhao..."
"Don't move!"
He was pushed back by Ming Zhao.
It was useless to reason with a drunkard, so Zhou Tingyun could only coax her in a low voice and ask her to come down and sit on the sofa opposite.
Unexpectedly, it had the opposite effect.
Ming Zhao firmly believed that he just wanted to get rid of him as a burden, so he clung to him, scratching and biting him, and the situation began to become chaotic.
While struggling, the girl, who couldn't bear the pain at all, had her wrists grabbed and cried out in pain. Zhou Tingyun immediately let go and covered her mouth.
Aunt Lin's worried voice rang out, "Zhao Zhao?"
"It's okay, Aunt Lin."
The palms stained with lip gloss are slowly soaked with moisture, and the sweet fragrance wisps out from between the fingers.
The man said in a steady voice, "She's just joking."
The temperature of their bodies pressed tightly together gradually rose, and the hem of her skirt was lifted up randomly. The hand that was originally intended to protect her from falling accidentally broke the limit and directly covered the warm skin under the skirt.
Aunt Lin's footsteps faded away.
As his fingertips touched the edge of lace, Zhou Tingyun's eyes turned cold.
"Ming Zhao, get off."
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