After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 317 Massage
3 minute later.

The girl with long black hair was lying on the sofa, while Anting stood aside, bending over to massage her.

Ok.

Yes.

This is what Song Ci said she had never done before - massage.

"Fufufu~so comfortable."

She no longer resisted physical contact with the boy.

When she and her mother were dependent on each other, Song Ci would give her mother a back massage from time to time when she came home from get off work; now it was finally her turn to enjoy it.

Of course, the massage here is done through clothes and avoids sensitive areas, and there is not much ambiguous contact.

Looking at the happy-looking girl, Anting felt helpless. He was a big boss, but he was reduced to a technician at home.

only.

Not that annoying.

Judging from Song Ci's insomnia, giving her a massage to relax is indeed a good way to relieve her pain.

Song Ci has already taken a bath. Summer is different from winter. The hair does not need to be completely dried. It is enough to blow it to [-]% dryness, make it slightly moist, and leave the rest to dry naturally.

His clothes were a bit unexpected.

Gymnastics uniforms, strictly speaking, are Japanese-style gymnastics uniforms. The upper body is a short-sleeved T-shirt with a white background and blue edges, and the lower body is slightly tight blue shorts, with bare feet.

Anting looked at her shorts and said, "You seem to be very used to wearing shorts and short skirts at home now..."

Thinking back to the beginning, Song Ci wore trousers and socks at home all year round, wrapping herself tightly for fear of showing a little bit; now, her clothes are very casual.

Qiao Liang's pure desire style, she is a very pure person, but her body is so full of lust; while Song Ci's body is not so astringent, missing the word "desire", a true pure style.

"This is my home! It makes sense for me to dress like this at home!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

actually…

Song Ci lied a little. When An's father was around, he would still pay attention to these details; only when he was alone with An Ting could he feel so comfortable.

In this three-and-a-half-story self-built house, Song Ci only regarded the third floor and the rooftop above as her own home.

"But are you buying new clothes? I've never seen you wear them before..."

Song Ci replied: "Well, Qiao Liang and Bao Weiwei and I bought it online together. I chose blue, Qiao Liang's red, and Bao Weiwei's yellow."

The friendship between the three girls is really beautiful.

"Online shopping...?"

"Well, firstly, times have changed, and secondly, I really don't have time to go shopping in my senior year of high school, so I have become accustomed to online shopping recently."

As a person with a second life, Anting has little feeling for these developments.

Isn’t it just online shopping?What's so rare...

However, for people in 2009, it does still feel fresh.

If Anting had the will, it would be too late to start Taobao, but it would still be feasible to start Pinduoduo.

Not interested at the moment.

Just when Anting was a little distracted, Song Ci asked again: "Does it look good? This is the first time I wear it today. I didn't wear it specially for you to see. It's just that the weather is too hot..."

The last time this guy wore a short skirt was unprecedented. He almost never goes out wearing shorts, let alone short shorts like this.

To put it bluntly, Anting is the only one in the world who can see her wearing this.

The young man was confused and said, "Song Ci is not a cute person."

"I want you to manage..."

A girl with long, straight black hair and cuteness have nothing to do with each other, and she knows it better than anyone else.

Unexpectedly, the young man added in the next second: "You are not a cute person, you are not a human being even if you are cute."

After hearing these words, Song Ci, who was lying on the sofa, turned his back to Anting.

You can tell from her trembling body that she is having fun.

Anting looked at the buttocks lying on the sofa and complained: "Song Ci, one day, you will become a dry girl... No, you are already."

Strictly speaking, it should be Sister Ganwu.

"Slightly~" Song Ci stuck out her tongue and said lively: "I don't care, it's your fault anyway! Anting brought me up like this, you have to be responsible!!!"

The young man thought - If our story were a novel, the name should be: About the incident where I raised my half-sister to be a loser.

"Hey... I'm thinking that I might as well not go to university in City B. I'd have to change a school to get away from you. After all, I'm about to graduate from high school and it's time to do some adult things."

High school is about to graduate.

It was time to end the promise to Song Ci not to fall in love for three years in high school.

I, Anting, am about to start.

I want it!

"you dare!?"

"just kidding."

In fact, it was not a joke. Anting believed that he had abstained from sex for long enough and it was time to indulge.

Song Ci was not that slow or unreasonable. It was normal for the other party to do some adult things. She asked: "Who do you want to do with this matter?"

Anting looked at Song Ci's pert buttocks. Outlined by the slightly tight gym pants, they were indeed perky. He tried to escape by saying, "Don't ask such private questions!"

"Humph~"

There was a brief silence.Anting saw that Song Ci was still very energetic, so he stopped massaging, sat on the sofa, patted his thigh, and let Song Ci lie on his lap. The latter blushed and said: " what?"

Lying on the sofa and lying on the boy's lap are two different concepts.

Anting replied: "You are too excited. I will help you pick out your ears. This will help you sleep better."

"Oh…"

It's more like obsessive-compulsive disorder than shyness.

Since she asked Anting to massage her, it meant that she had let down a lot of her guard.

The reason why Song Ci was so hesitant about picking out his ears was because he didn't want the people he liked to see his dirty things.

For a perfectionist, he is very resistant to being seen as dirty in himself.

Anting brought up the old story again: "What are you afraid of? I have already given you medicine."

Upon hearing this, Song Ci recalled what happened before the Spring Festival, her pretty face flushed, and her nosebleeds almost started again.

Anting quickly gave in, knocked his head on the soft sofa, and said, "Ah... I lost my memory again."

"Bastard!"

Seeing that Song Ci was still a little nervous, Anting changed his words based on his compromising thinking: "If you don't want to pick out your ears, why don't you try oil massage? My ancient method of oil massage is very powerful."

"Push oil?"

An unknown expression appeared on the girl's face at first, and then she pictured applying sunscreen on the beach. She not only had to take off her clothes, but also her underwear. She blushed and said, "Don't push oil! It's obscene! Pervert!" !”

"Then let's pick out our ears, right?"

"it is good…"

With a slight hum, Song Ci did as he was told and lay obediently on the boy's lap.

A well-behaved look that is ready for you to pick and choose.

Song Ci realized something that was hard for her to accept - I may have a little bit of a love brain. It's not the kind of love brain that just falls in love with a male when I see it, but the kind of love brain that only falls in love with someone. , like a flower that blooms only for someone.

Once upon a time, the love in Song Ci's imagination was very pure, pure, dreamy and perfect.

At this moment, Song Ci looked back and thought about it, and suddenly realized that love is a very tacky thing, not sacred, not noble, not perfect, and even dirty and dirty.

That's why love is so wonderful.

When Anting picked Song Ci's ears, he found that this guy was a very sensitive person.

He squinted his eyes and wrinkled his mouth.

Very cute.

"Hahaha…"

"Don't laugh!" Song Ci was not stupid. She must have known that her reaction was too funny, but she couldn't help it.

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh. Close your eyes. If you feel sleepy, just go to sleep. I will carry you back to your room. Don't worry."

"Ah."

After closing your eyes.

Song Ci may be used to the tricks of teenagers, so he is not so sensitive. He said in a quiet tone: "An Ting, the college entrance examination is in one month, will you be nervous?"

"Well, a little bit."

"Hmm...I really didn't expect that."

This really surprised the girl.

It is normal for anyone to be nervous, but Anting is different. He always looks unhurried and calm.

I didn't expect him to be nervous.

Anting thought for a while and said calmly: "What I'm afraid of is not that I will fail the college entrance examination, but that I won't be able to go to the same university as you."

Take a step back.

Even if An Ting didn't start a business or have a business empire, given An's family environment, An Ting's father would not seek death in this life. He would live a comfortable life as a second-generation renter.

Even if you failed in the college entrance examination, it would be no problem to study in any three-level college.

He never worried about failing the college entrance examination, he was just worried about not being able to move forward with others.

What he fears is a future without you.

"Keke, you idiot, you said the same thing as Qiao Liang again."

Well... In January, before Qiao Liang took the art college entrance examination, everyone asked her if she was nervous, and her answer was exactly the same as Anting's.

These two people are really similar.

"Ah."

that's it.

The two chatted without a word.

The girl's voice gradually became weaker and finally became silent.

Fell asleep.

Although it was rare for a girl with long black hair to wear gymnastics clothes, she still had underwear underneath, but... the white bottom and blue-collared top vaguely revealed the red and pink hair underneath.

Blue is a protective color and pink is my favorite.

Anting looked at the girl's sleeping face for a while. It was peaceful and beautiful. He stood up, picked her up gently and took her back to the room.

After coming out of Song Ci's room, Anting walked to the balcony alone. He wanted to blow in the wind, but instead he saw the last flower of the redbud tree in front of his house falling off.

(End of this chapter)