"Sister, don't go...don't go!"
Fierce collision, bloody sea of fire.
The nightmare-like disaster kept coming back, cold sweat slid down the smooth skin, soaking the wrinkled pillowcase.
When Su Ci pushed the door open, she saw a little boy curled up in the quilt, trembling constantly, with cold hands and feet, like a wounded and restless cub.
"Chebao? Wake up, dreams are the opposite of what they used to be."
She took out a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from You Che's forehead.
After the spasms in his body eased a little, Su Ci leaned over and kissed Cang Qi's lips.
The thick raven-feather eyelashes trembled twice, and then the thin eyelids slowly opened, revealing a pair of misty puppy eyes.
"Sister, why are you here?"
The unreality of falling in the dream made him hold the girl's wrist tightly, unwilling to let his hard-earned dream slip away.
Because he lived upstairs from his sister, You Che would pass by his sister's door every day under various pretexts, knock on the door, go in and sit for a while and drink some tea.
But if his sister appeared in his house, it was impossible for her to just pass by. She must have come upstairs specifically to find him.
You Che had considered this when he bought the house.
To sum up, my sister only comes because she misses him.
Su Ci rubbed her short, sweaty hair. She looked a little pitiful, with her overly delicate eyebrows and eyes, revealing a somewhat messy beauty.
"I made too much breakfast and can't finish it. Can you come downstairs and help me?"
Normally, You Che would buy breakfast early, wait at Su Ci's door and knock on it, and provide a one-stop service from delivering goods to washing dishes and taking out the trash.
There was no knock on the door that day, so Su Ci checked the surveillance camera and found that he was wrapped in a quilt and having a nightmare.
The simple-minded young boy still didn't know who sold him the small apartment upstairs.
The name on the property certificate was Su Ci's mother, and the transfer procedures had not been completed. Su Ci still had the house key in her hand.
You Che blinked his red eyes.
Once, twice...many times, I finally confirmed that it was not a dream.
He kicked off the quilt that was in the way, threw the girl onto the bed in a bear hug, and buried his head in her body, madly absorbing the sweet fragrance, making the girl wet.
Licking and kissing from the small earlobe to the collarbone.
Flexible and slender fingers moved around.
"Sister... where is your phone? Are there any bad guys secretly targeting your friends? I need to check."
here we go again.
Su Ci helplessly let him gnaw on her.
You Che had been extremely possessive of her phone recently, checking it at least two or three times a day, not allowing himself to miss any red dots or notifications.
"Ah, it's hidden here."
The young man pressed her flat belly with one hand, rubbing the soft flesh on her waist with his fingertips, while with the other hand he pulled out the cell phone from his trouser pocket and checked them one by one.
There are dozens of numbers on the blacklist.
It was because You Che suspected that there were other intentions.
After carefully examining her for ten minutes, You Che finally breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and exchanged a passionate and deep kiss with her, licking her rosy lips like a kitten.
"Sister, do you want to take a shower? I made you dirty."
My body was covered in sticky, hot, and humid sweat.
Using his few words to describe it, You Che felt a closeness of skin and seamless integration. Not only did he not dislike it, he actually really enjoyed the sticky adhesion.
I'm just worried that my sister might not be feeling well.
He fished out a waterproof eye mask from a drawer.
"Can I help my sister clean up?"
Su Ci lowered her eyes and saw her cat toy hidden in a corner of the drawer. The smooth surface was scratched and the skin was broken.
The skin is broken.
Naughty.
.
“Bang—!”
You Che suddenly pushed the drawer into the cabinet, pretending nothing happened, picked up the stunned girl from the bed, and made a promise without thinking -
"No, I didn't mean to rub it. I definitely wouldn't be that rude to my sister, I promise!"
Who knew that kitten toys were so fragile!
He probably played it five, six, seven, or eight times...
To add, five, six, seven or eight times a night.
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