About my hopeless brother and sister

"Brother..."

The president gently, from behind, hugged my waist. She rested her head, gently, on my back.

The warmth of the president's body, quickly, passed to me....

"I won't leave you...don't worry...I'll, always be there for you..."

Gently, behind my back, my sister whispered.

My sister's long hair gently hung down to my neck, brushing gently, as I stood still, my sister's hand gently clasping my waist, pressing on my chest. The original beating heart is like a frightened horse being reassured, my sister's hand gently smoothed the frenzy of my heart, making it gradually, back to normal.

Breathing in the familiar smell, this feeling of reassurance, even, made me want to cry.

"Brother...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have joked like that...so, don't be mad, okay?"

My sister said behind my back, biting into the flesh of my neck, with a smile.

"There's no sincerity in the apology, and also, I'm not angry per se."

I broke my sister's hold on my hand impatiently, then shook it off and said, "I don't want to cook today anyway, so let's go out for dinner. Quickly..."

"Hotpot!!!"

"Well, then let's go eat anything but hot pot."

Walking out of the neighborhood with the chairman, I watched the chairman's back in front of me, looking at the side of his face that was sometimes clear and sometimes unclear in the darkness. Walking behind, I took out my phone and looked through my contacts.

I think I just got really angry.

The president was right, my younger brother was the only one who could understand, but I felt that my sister should be able to feel it as well, but unfortunately, Wu Moxie wasn't a smart and witty sister like my sister. Rather, it's a rather slow guy.

That's probably the crux of the matter, maybe the chairman was trying to give me some hints, the chairman is much smarter than me, and after a simple conversation, she probably, already deduced it.

Although the reason is so ridiculous that it even makes me feel ashamed, but it should be the most consistent possibility, leaving aside the other possibilities, the remaining one, even if I don't want to admit it, I have to accept that this is the right answer.

"Tomorrow, see you at the lake."

Shortly after sending the message, my phone vibrated and the cat head that had just recently added a friend replied to me.

"You've got an idea?"

"Pretty much."

I pressed out my phone and looked up, at the smiling waiter in front of me.

"How many of you, please?"

"Guys, use the mandarin pot."

Chapter 15 about my classmate's brother (end)

If you really go to count, this lake is not really a piece of lake, this is just a piece of artificial lake, the water is green and very muddy, on the lake languishing white swans also look dirty, let people do not see the value of the existence of this lake. In summer, it is again a haven for mosquitoes to live in.

It is also true that the lake, which is cleaned only in winter during the year, is not much cleaner, but, as a park, it is again a necessity.

It's very strange that such things have no value and yet they have to exist because others see them as such.

Of course a lot of things are, like diamonds and crystals, but what value do they have? It was nothing more than a pile of rocks made up of inorganic material, but turned into a valuable luxury because of man's desire.

If you want to talk about it, so should humans, and what is the value of humans themselves? It's uncertain, human beings are worth what they are because of what others see, and often we live for what others see. We are nothing more than a pile of carbon ourselves, but some of us are dazzling diamonds and some of us are charcoal that is thrown away after being burned.

Ah, seems to be getting off topic again.

Back to the lake. I held onto the somewhat rusty railing at the edge of the lake and looked back at the two people behind me. One was the younger brother of the indifferent-looking Wu Moxie with his head tilted up... Please let me continue to call him that because I have no interest in his name, and if Wu Moxie doesn't say anything I won't have to ask. And then there's Wu Mohee in a lingerie outfit.

Today, Wu Mo Xi was dressed in a more ordinary outfit, wearing a white dress and white casual shoes with no ornaments on them as if it was her character, and a red jacket on top of the dress. She was looking down at her toes, her hands clenched nervously in her lap. Can't look at me or his brother.

Well, it would be nice to get her brother out of the house, but according to Wu Moxie herself, her brother came over after asking for him non-stop since last night, and I'm not really interested in how he asked.

The three of us have been in this strange silence for almost five minutes now, Wu Mo Xi and her brother sitting facing each other but not looking at each other, while I'm staring at the railing with my back to them.

But I think it's time to start now.

"That..."

I cleared my throat and looked at her brother.

Her brother turned his head with an expression of disdain on his face, but it was so disdainful that I wondered if he had forced himself to make the expression. With his arms folded, he stepped impatiently on the ground and said, "What do you want to say quickly, I have things to do when you're done, and if you don't say anything that's even better, what do you think you can do about me?"

Well, you're right, it's true that I couldn't care less about you, but don't worry, I had no intention of caring about you, and if it wasn't for your sister and that pervert I would never have bothered with what happened between you.

I looked at him indifferently and said, "Yes, it's also true that I don't want to meddle with you, because you yourself have nothing to do with me."

"Then why are you talking nonsense?"

He stood up sharply and turned to walk away with an angry look at me.

"Don't..."

Wu Moxie tightened his grip on his sleeve. I walked over and gently pressed on his shoulder to avoid making him shake off Wu Mo Xi's hand. Believe me, I definitely didn't want to get close to him. The smell of this inferior perfume makes me sick, perfume is something that you either buy expensive or don't use, you don't smell as good as Windex with this inferior perfume.

"Che..."

He shrugged us both off sharply, walked over to the bench and sat down on his butt, hugging his arms and closing his eyes.

"Okay, I'm not going to ask you why, but since you don't want to talk about it, I'll just say it. First of all, things like touching a girl's thigh is very bad, not to mention that you hit someone."

I walked up to Wu Moxie's side, looked at him, and said with a blank expression. I really didn't want to say such official words, but if I didn't, the next my method wouldn't be that good.

He sneered and said with a disdainful look, "Nah... I've heard this kind of nonsense a thousand times, what's wrong with touching it? Touching her missing a piece of flesh? Besides, touching his sister has nothing to do with him, he's that weak and still dares to come to me, he deserves to be beaten!"

"You don't think there's anything to lose by touching girls girls right."

I looked at him and asked.

"Right! Don't they just let people touch them?"

"You don't think her brother should be angry, do you?"

"It wasn't him who touched it! So weak and still angry... it looks so painful to beat him up like that... hahaha..."

Well, that's fine.

I looked at him who was smiling smugly, then, I turned to Wu Mo Xi. Wu Moxie was stunned, looked at me, and said, "Qin Feng... you... yelp!!!"

I violently pushed Wu Mo Xi down on the bench and then slammed my left hand down on her chest and slid my right hand up her thigh. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you are not going to be able to get a good deal of money for your money.

It would be better if I wore some pervert's usual smile on my face at this time, but I don't have any expression on my face right now. I didn't hate Wu Mohee, but having me suddenly touch an unfamiliar girl was something I was still a little uncomfortable with. But it's true, Wu Mohee's development is still good. Although it wasn't as good as that pervert, the feel of her skin was still very good, the plumpness of her thighs and the softness of her breasts were already taking shape, and the warm skin with the girl's delicate fragrance was sliding between my fingers like flowing hot milk.