What can I do if I’m annoyed?
The two were classmates, one in front and one behind, and they were also a family. He was her nominal brother.
We eat together in the morning, go to school together after breakfast, have classes all morning, and have lunch together during the lunch break.
After dinner, we went back together for lunch break. After finally getting through the whole afternoon, we went home together in the evening and had dinner together.
If you think about it carefully, except for the time they spend alone in the bedroom, it is no exaggeration to say that Yu'er and Xie Huaijun are like two inseparable conjoined twins.
Except for sleeping, they are inseparable.
Yu'er didn't know what Xie Huaijun was thinking. She wasn't sure, and she didn't say anything. She felt very uncomfortable anyway.
Especially since his mother and cheap stepfather went out for a trip, Xie Huaijun took this opportunity to follow the mother bird who had built a nest and laid eggs.
They were sticky and entangled during the day, but Yuer gritted her teeth and stomped her feet. For the sake of her family's happiness, she endured it.
But the little boy seemed overprotective, as if his old man had taken his sister's mother away, and he felt guilty and pity.
In short, there were a lot of inexplicable emotions mixed together, and the cheap brother didn't realize that the two of them were too close.
To put it bluntly, it seems to be more than an ordinary brother-sister relationship, with excessive control and uncontrolled distance management.
After Yuer had her meal that day, she reviewed her homework for an hour as usual.
After reviewing my homework, I plan to take a shower and go to bed.
After reviewing, the little girl stood up and calmly put away the books and drafts on the desk, putting them all in order.
I stacked it neatly and stuffed it into my schoolbag.
After tidying up her schoolbag in a few steps, Yuer took two or three steps away from the desk, not forgetting to stuff the chair into the desk.
As the chair rubbed against her, she looked up at the time on the alarm clock.
At half past nine, I took a shower, blew my hair, and went to bed at exactly ten o'clock, perfect.
As her heart moved, footsteps were heard, and then the little girl walked into the cloakroom silently and picked out a sky blue silk nightgown.
Song Qingqing is not only good at embroidery, but also an expert at making clothes.
All of Yu'er's underwear is made of skin-friendly and breathable fabrics, which Song Qingqing personally selects, designs, makes patterns for, and then makes with a sewing machine.
An imitation of the women's nightgown from ancient times, with a tube top style.
The sound of dripping water was followed by the sound of the door closing.
The shower doesn't take long, about 15 minutes.
Yu'er, with her hair wiped with a towel, opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.
Late at night, the courtyard below the window was silent.
The sound insulation between rooms is very good. If the window is not opened, Yuer can hardly hear any sound.
Her behavior was no different from usual. She turned on the hair dryer as usual and blew half of her hair.
There was a sudden knock on the bedroom door, disturbing the silence of the night.
She didn't respond to the first knock, and then the person outside knocked twice more.
Yu'er finally reacted and turned off the hair dryer. Her snow-white face turned red from the hot air.
There is pink in the white and red in the snow. The white is too transparent and the pink is too tender.
Under the pure and bright light, a dark and charming scenery appears for no reason.
Wearing a sky blue strapless loose long dress, even though the hem is ankle-length.
Slender bare shoulders, white outstretched arms, delicate skin like snow, and long flowing hair.
Xie Huaijun, with black hair, fair skin and beautiful red lips, heard the noise behind the door and opened his eyes unexpectedly and looked up.
What suddenly came into view was a large area of snow-white. The little boy was almost dazzled and his pupils trembled, and he had no time to make sense of it.
Instantly, a blush spread from his ears to his cheeks, and he hurriedly, quickly, and urgently closed his eyes with great effort.
But after a moment, his eyes closed tightly, and his thin eyelids were deeply wrinkled.
Her eyelashes trembled nervously, as if she had seen something she shouldn't have.
There was fear and panic, like a cat with its fur standing on end, all its fur exploded into balls.
Xie Huaijun turned his head away in the darkness, still feeling unsafe, and staggered back a few steps with the cup in his hand.
The milk in the cup rippled, just like his unknown heart at the moment, which had been tossed around countless times.
Holding the door with her hand, her nails pink, Yu'er, with her fair skin and beautiful face, tilted her head to look at her adopted brother whose behavior was inexplicable and left her confused.
Her adopted brother looked frightened and dodged as much as possible, with confusion flashing in his bright and pure eyes.
She looked down and saw that it was a strapless long dress, of ordinary style, just like what others wore.
Unable to find any suspicious points, they automatically attributed Xie Huaijun's unusual behavior to the crazy Yu'er pulling at her long skirt.
The hem of the skirt immediately rippled into waves like flowers as the owner's hands moved.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly."
When Yu'er speaks to others, she naturally has a gentle tone.
Only one person was special, and the one who received this special honor was her unlovable cheap third brother.
The little boy's ears were red, his face was red, and his neck was completely red.
If you didn’t know, you would think there was smoke coming out of his head.
Xie Huaijun shook his thin lips that usually showed a wicked smile. His mouth, which Yu'er didn't like, often uttered some harsh words.
But now, unlike the calm and pretentious attitude of the past, he seemed to be frightened.
Yu'er, who was standing by the door, looked at Xie Huaijun who was hesitating for a long time and didn't say a word.
The little boy standing by the door wanted to come in, but for some reason he didn't dare to.
Her eyes looked like they were seriously ill, looking sideways at the sky, the ground, and the corridor, but not at herself. Is there a ghost here?
Yu'er, with her arms folded and calm, raised her eyebrows and complained lightly in her heart.
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