Chapter 24 Zhou Tingyun
After Zhou Tingyun left, Mingzhao wandered around the old house, occasionally teasing the parrot in the birdcage under the eaves, feeding the wild cat that came in from nowhere, and the wind chimes on the eaves swayed, making pleasant sounds.
I ran out for a stroll, watched an old man playing chess at the entrance of the alley, and bought a sugar-coated pancake from a snack bar when I passed by it.
Take a bite, it’s sweet but not greasy, and has a crispy texture.
It tastes delicious, it’s indeed a perfect mixture of sugar and oil. She took a photo and sent it to Zhou Tingyun.
However, after playing like this, I looked at the time and it was only eleven o'clock.
How can time go by so slowly?
After having lunch with the whole family, Ming Zhao collapsed on the lazy rocking chair in the yard, rocking back and forth.
I am bored.
She was bored and clicked on WeChat, opened the chat interface with "Bastard", and poked it with her fingertips from time to time.
I don’t know what the busy man is doing?
The next second, the other party seemed to hear what she was thinking, and replies suddenly popped up one after another.
[The parrot is raised by my grandfather. If you play with it a few times, it will talk. You can try it.]
[Wild cats do occasionally come into the house, so be careful not to get scratched.]
[Wind Chime is a handicraft workshop in the old town. Do you like it? Come and visit it next time.]
【Want to play chess on the weekend? 】
[This sugar-coated pancake is really good]
Don't lie down right after eating. Get up and walk around more often.
The last one shocked Ming Zhao. Did he install surveillance cameras?
She glanced at the back of her hand where a wild cat had scratched it, and hid it awkwardly, feeling as if he could see it.
She stood up and took a few steps as if completing a task, then she was satisfied and lay back down. After a few words, Zhou Tingyun was busy and asked her if she wanted to eat anything and bring it back in the evening.
【Sugar-fried cake, I still want to eat it/heart】
【good】
After sending the message and putting down his phone, Ming Zhao lazily slumped in the rocking chair in a daze. For a moment, he felt inexplicably empty in his heart.
I used to stay at home alone or go shopping with my sisters, but why do I feel like I can't get motivated to do anything now?
My favorite games are no longer interesting, watching videos is boring, and I don’t dare to watch the short drama that I didn’t finish yesterday, for fear of having some weird dreams again.
But how can something like dreams be controlled by humans?
The weather is very good today. The sky is bright blue and clear. The warm sun shines on our bodies, making us drowsy. The kitten in the corner is so comfortable that it exposes its belly.
Ming Zhao dozed off with his eyes closed.
It should have been a wonderful nap if I hadn't dreamed of kissing Zhou Tingyun.
In the dim room, the quiet and sticky sound of water rang in my ears.
At first, he was gentle, patient, and only touched her lightly. He gently bit her lips, whispered and nudged her to open her mouth.
Later, the hand around her waist tightened even more, and the man's tall and straight body pressed her against the door. The hand that was pinching her chin passed through her hair and pressed the back of her head. The kiss became harder and harder, greedily demanding.
“Hmm…”
Ming Zhao was forced to tilt his neck back and endure it, feeling like he was being swallowed whole.
I was deprived of oxygen, my lungs were squeezed, my nasal cavity, mouth, tongue, and entire body were filled with the slightly bitter and mellow fragrance of agarwood, and I was wrapped up and kept falling.
Unable to break free, unable to wake up, probably suffering from sleep paralysis, she thought vaguely, why did he kiss her so hard, won’t my mouth get swollen?
Just as she was about to faint, Ming Zhao finally pulled herself out of her dream with great difficulty. She leaned on the armrest of the rocking chair, breathing heavily, and her eyes were filled with tears.
What on earth is going on!
Ming Zhao bit his lips tightly, his cheeks were burning hot, and the tips of his ears were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.
The image of the man's suppressed dark desire in his black eyes and the back of his hand with bulging veins could not be erased from his mind.
That is an emotion that would never appear in Zhou Tingyun.
He is a workaholic, an ascetic, an old-fashioned man who doesn't like women. He could probably become a monk if he shaved his head.
It's outrageous that I dreamed of Zhou Tingyun like this again and again.
Damn it, she thought of something, shock in her eyes.
I am not the kind of pervert who likes to see ascetics sinking into the mire and dragging the high-class flowers into the mud, right?
"Oh, so you mean..."
Lin Zhiwei's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, "You have developed a sexual desire for your brother."
Ming Zhao's pupils trembled.
What nonsense is she talking about!
"That's not what I said—and what I said was that I have a friend!"
Lin Zhiwei hummed twice perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, yes, yes, your friend."
"Your friend had a spring dream about his brother, right?"
"…Words can be harsh, but not too harsh." Ming Zhao muttered, his hand pressed against his face, which still couldn't cool down. "That's the general idea anyway."
She didn't want to be a pervert and was upset, "So why is it like this?"
Lin Zhiwei sighed, the idiot finally got it, he thought that Mr. Zhou would be a virgin until his death.
"It means you like... No, your friend likes her brother."
Ming Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously raised his voice to deny it, "Impossible!"
"Why not?"
Why?
Her mind was in a mess, like a ball of tangled wool. She tugged at the rocking chair nervously, "He... he's my brother."
He is her brother who has protected her since she was a child, her eternal supporter, and her most important relative. How could she have such thoughts about him?
"Then can you watch him marry someone else?"
Ming Zhao was stunned. "He said he doesn't want to get married."
At this moment, she had completely forgotten the concept of "a friend of hers".
And Lin Zhiwei: “…6”
Don't love too much.
Lin Zhiwei: "Then imagine if you can accept him and other people doing what you did in your dream."
What he and the others did in their dreams...?
Ming Zhao was slightly startled and thought carefully with a frown.
The moment the picture in my mind gradually took shape, my fingertips suddenly clenched.
Oh no, Mingzhao looked stunned.
She seemed to understand.
The breeze blew quietly, making the wind chimes hanging on the eaves collide with each other, making a tinkling sound.
She thought vaguely that this was the boundary between family and love.
The longing that arises right after separation, the subconscious desire to kiss and hug, and...
A heart that has learned to be jealous and uneasy.
At 2:39 pm on October 27, 2024, Ming Zhao, at the age of 21, finally discovered something very, very important.
She fell in love with her brother.
At this moment, my heart seemed to have become a wind chime hanging under the eaves, tinkling one after another, gently knocking on a name.
—— Zhou Tingyun.
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