After repeatedly checking his appearance, Shang He knocked on the door wearing a thin and tight bathrobe.
Yes, that's right, a bathrobe for women.
When Shang He was chased out of the house by his mother with a feather duster, he didn't even take a piece of clothing with him. After washing up, he threw the clothes he was wearing into the washing machine.
But when he thought about how it was a blessing in disguise that he could wear his sister's bathrobe, Shang He felt that there was an arrangement in the dark and he was very foresighted.
When Shang He knocked on the door, his palms were sweating with nervousness.
She glanced down anxiously. The hem of her bathrobe only reached her mid-thigh. The fabric on her chest was clinging to her skin, and the neckline was a deep V that couldn't be closed.
If he dresses like this, will his sister think he is frivolous and dissolute?
Su Ci had just dried her hair when she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in, don't knock next time."
Shang He held the door handle in a daze for a moment, his eyes gradually filled with scarlet mist, and he instantly thought of some bad things.
Leaving the study door unlocked might be understandable, but was the bedroom also left unprotected? He was, after all, a normal, mature man.
So, if other friends of my sister come to stay with me, will she do the same and let them step into her private space?
The thought was bad enough.
Shang He changed his mind and thought, his sister didn't even try to avoid suspicion late at night. Did she think he was a childish kid and was not afraid of him at all?
In fact, he has never been obedient. He really wants to possess his sister, to occupy her by force, to have her all to himself.
Thinking of this, Shang He pushed open the door and found his sister sitting on the bed applying hair oil. The fragrance, finer than her hair, penetrated into his nostrils.
"Sister, can I help you?"
"Well, how come Ah He knows everything? Did my sister find some treasure?"
Shang He almost drowned in those gentle and clear eyes. His thoughts completely stopped and he walked over and sat down with stiff hands and feet.
He casually took the essential oil, squeezed a little into his palm, rubbed it to warm it up, and then combed it into his black and smooth hair.
The silky and delicate hair brushed across his palm, evoking an indescribable tingling sensation. Shang He's heart was beating like a drum, and he didn't dare to breathe too loudly.
After applying the essential oil in a daze, he had forgotten the purpose of his visit.
Perhaps the purpose of reincarnation is just an excuse to see his sister.
Before leaving, Shang He begged in a low voice: "Sister, can you lock the door? It's not safe this way. What if there's a pervert..."
Su Ci held up one cheek, her brows curved, "Ahe, do you think you're a pervert?"
"D-Dang, no, I won't do that to my sister..."
The innocent second young master looked like someone had his heart pricked. His speech was slurred, his ears were flushed, tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he looked so embarrassed that he was adorable.
To reassure him, Su Ci walked to the door, whispered good night, and then locked the door with a click.
The crisp sound of metal collision created ripples in Shang He's heart.
I was locked out by my sister.
A little sad.
But if you develop good habits, your sister will be safer next time other guests come.
In the middle of the night, Su Ci was sleeping soundly when she was suddenly awakened by a loud bang.
Judging from the sound, it seemed to come from outside the door.
She put on her slippers and opened the door, and was startled by a man wearing cat ears and sleepwalking outside the door - Shang He and this pair of cat ears were more suitable for him than she thought.
Shang He hit his head on the door panel, opened his eyes in a daze, and thought he was still dreaming.
Why would Sister Bu rub his forehead and ask if it hurt?
He immediately hugged his sister, like a real kitten, humming and acting coquettishly: "Sister... don't lock me out."
It’s other men, women, non-humans who should be locked out.
"I lied. I really, really wanted to live with my sister. I'm a shameless bad man, a frivolous and dissolute lecher."
Only in his dreams did he dare to say such words to his sister.
Because the sister in the dream had actually agreed to his confession and was willing to be his girlfriend, so she didn't mind his unreasonable behavior.
Sure enough, when he was belittling himself like this, his sister kissed his forehead with pity.
The queen coaxed him patiently: "How could that be? Sister also likes Ah He very much."
That loving look and tone made the dream seem particularly real.
Shang He's eyes were full of heat and desire. He hooked his sister's knees and picked her up horizontally, and then they fell into the soft quilt together.
He pulled up the quilt, rested his forehead against his sister's with satisfaction, and whispered softly: "Good night, sister, sooner or later I will marry you home as my wife."
"Okay, sister will wait for you."
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