Chapter 22 Who to force?
The thought flashed through his mind and was immediately dismissed.
If the incident got out of hand and she was scolded at Zhou's house, where would she put her face? She still had to save face.
Ming Zhao lay in bed, his nose filled with the familiar scent of sandalwood.
Just a sister...
These words rang in her ears again, and she touched her chest in confusion.
Didn’t I originally hope to be Zhou Tingyun’s sister for the rest of my life? Why do I always feel depressed and uncomfortable?
Ming Zhao shook his head, opened his phone, and watched videos to divert his attention.
In this fragmented era, short dramas have become a popular trend. As they are full of emotions and have a wider range of topics, she often watches them with great interest.
The video swipes upwards.
Suddenly, slender, white fingertips appeared on the screen, pressing against the man's chest.
The pretty little white rabbit heroine opened her innocent eyes, stepped forward, and pushed the tall man to the bed.
With a gentle push, he pushed the man down.
The atmosphere is perfect, the music is perfect, and the appearance is perfect.
Ming Zhao was so excited that his face flushed, and he quickly forgot about whether she was his sister or not.
The red lips brushed against the man's high nose bridge, his tightly pursed thin lips, and then to his Adam's apple that was rolling unbearably.
The delicate and soft hands moved down along the abdominal muscles little by little.
Ming Zhao's face turned even redder and his eyes sparkled.
She remembered that Aire had dragged her to watch a movie before, saying that good things should be shared.
Aire certainly prefers local flavors, and the films he chooses are very passionate and unrestrained.
Muscles bulging with sweat, long golden hair flying, and screams rising higher and higher.
"You don't like it?" Aire looked at Ming Zhao in surprise, who was stunned.
He doesn't blush or feel nervous, so he can't be that cold.
Ming Zhao silently picked up the cup and drank the water, explaining, "Well... maybe most of us over there prefer the implicit style of wanting to say something but not saying it."
Pulling, testing.
Just like now.
The white and soft hands gently hooked the belt and pulled it out.
A hand that was much bigger than the heroine's suddenly grabbed the slender wrist, but without really using any force, just vaguely holding it.
The camera cuts to the faces of the male and female protagonists.
The man frowned, and the suppressed gloom in his dark eyes grew thicker and thicker until a muffled groan sounded.
The little white rabbit raised his eyebrows in surprise and spoke with a smile.
"Didn't you say you only treat me as your sister?"
"Then what happened to you?"
"...My dear brother."
No?!? Huh?
Ming Zhao's pupils were shaken.
The screen slowly fades to black, and the episode ends.
She stared at her phone blankly, the labels on the bottom row catching her eye.
#pseudo-brother and sister#forced love#late darkening
who?
Who to force love?
Her brother?
At this moment, the bell suddenly rang.
She shuddered and almost dropped her phone to the ground.
Ming Zhao is now completely unable to face Zhou Tingyun. It seems as if the explosive lines are still playing in 3D surround in his ears. Although the key words are muted, it is not difficult to guess what they are.
But refusing to accept the video would definitely arouse suspicion. She pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time, and finally turned the camera screen to the ceiling.
"Zhao Zhao?" a voice came.
Ming Zhao buried himself in the quilt and hummed.
The person on the other end didn't say anything, only breathing lightly, mainly serving as a companion.
But on such a quiet night, the man's breathing seemed infinitely amplified, gradually overlapping with the panting in the video.
……save.
Ming Zhao's ears were burning.
"Zhou Tingyun, please tell me a bedtime story!" She spoke quickly, trying to interrupt the atmosphere.
The other party didn't care about her attitude. After searching for a few seconds, he started reading the story.
It seems to be getting worse.
For some reason, his voice became a little more pleasant. A slight rustling sound came from the phone. His speaking speed was neither fast nor slow, and when he paused, you could hear the slight sound of his Adam's apple rolling.
Mingzhao was in a daze for a while before she realized that Zhou Tingyun was reading "Walden" to hypnotize her.
"?"
But I have to say, the effect is very good.
Even Zhou Tingyun's voice couldn't save this book, which I close every time I muster up the courage to open the first page.
Her eyelids began to twitch and her head gradually tilted to the side.
Soon, Zhou Tingyun heard the soft snoring from his sister, like a little pig, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
The heating in the room was turned on very high. Ming Zhao was sleeping soundly wrapped in Zhou Tingyun's quilt, with the slightly bitter and mellow scent of ebony lingering around his nose.
Her rosy face was pressed against the pillow, and a little bit of crystal sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.
The girl's delicate eyebrows slightly frowned. Just when she felt it was too hot, a corner of the quilt was lifted up, and the cool air came in, making her breathe a sigh of relief.
The next second, the ankle was gently buckled.
The warm palm moved along the ankle to the calf. The fingertips with thin calluses were too rough for the girl's delicate skin, and soon she woke up uncomfortably.
A familiar breath came, and thin lips brushed against her earlobe.
"Why is the baby sweating so much?"
A calm and gentle voice sounded.
Ming Zhao's pupils dilated slightly, and the subtle itch spreading from her spinal cord made her waist soften. Just as she was about to turn her head, her neck was gently pinched and held down.
His fingertips rubbed the delicate skin from time to time, "Did you do something bad behind my back?"
The hot, humid breath gave Ming Zhao goose bumps on the side of her neck. The abnormality of the person behind her made her heart beat violently. She subconsciously shook her head in panic, "Brother, brother..."
He responded calmly, "Brother, check it out."
What are you checking?
Wait, her pants!
In the night filled with faint fragrance, Ming Zhao buried his face in the pillow, biting his knuckles and crying pitifully, his tears wetting a large area.
"Zhao Zhao? Zhao Zhao?"
The moment the clouds fell, Mingzhao woke up suddenly and opened his eyes.
Her consciousness slowly returned from the beautiful and chaotic dream. Her pupils were dilated and she stared blankly at the ceiling, with a buzzing sound in her ears.
Really crazy.
How could she have such a dream?
The object is still...
The morning light shines in, and the video call that has not been hung up all night is still going on.
"Zhao Zhao?"
Ming Zhao's mind went blank and he responded instinctively.
"Nightmare?" he asked.
What nightmare...wait.
His heart was beating wildly and Ming Zhao's eyes widened in panic.
You won't hear anything, right?
Biting her lower lip anxiously and nervously, she cautiously probed, "How do you know?"
"As soon as I woke up in the morning, I heard someone crying and calling my name." The clear and deep voice was hoarse with the morning wake-up call.
"What kind of nightmare is so scary?"
...?
Crying and...calling his name?
An extremely disgusting scene automatically emerged in Ming Zhao's mind. He felt as if his whole face was burning. His face and earlobes were burning, so hot that he could boil an egg.
It's all that video's fault!!
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