The night is as cool as water. He sat on the bench downstairs, looking up at the stars and moon in the sky, and the cigarette in his hand burned a long piece of ash. He easily found the window in his bathroom. He laughed self-deprecatingly. Just because he kept her didn't mean he would treat her casually. It's just that such a late night, being alone is also a profound test for him.

I don't know how long I've been sitting downstairs, but it's really slow for girls to take a bath. He saw the balcony lights on, and the little sister was hanging her clothes with her hair scattered. Then he poked his head out of the balcony and looked for him left and right. Meet his gaze and beckon.

Brother?

A thin, soft voice floated from above. Two of his favorite words.

He stood up. The door was open, and the dim light poured out. He opened the door, and the little sister was standing next to the sofa, wiping her hair with a towel in her hand. He was wearing pajamas that he had just bought during the day.

Good pajamas.

He took his pajamas and dodged into the bathroom. When I came out, the living room was already empty. He looked left and right while wiping his hair, and the little junior sister sat obediently on the chair where he was reading, holding his professional book in her hand, frowning seriously. Walking up to her, the pajamas at the shoulder were soaked with a watermark from the wet hair.

The hair dryer was in the closet of that room.

Oh.

The little girl was still reading and didn't move.

Are you interested?

No. I'm hypnotizing.

After playfully speaking, he stood up and walked away. The sound of the hair dryer whined, and after a while, she ran again.

Senior brother, can you blow it?

Thank you.

He sat in his chair and looked at her. She plugged in the latch with understanding, pretending to blow his hair without distraction, and her little face turned red a little. Her soft little hands ruffled the roots of his hair, and his ears tickled for a while. He reached out and put his arm around her waist, almost touching her skin through the soft and smooth pajamas. Reached out and turned off the fan switch in her hand, and took the fan and put it on the desk. She had just taken a shower, and her face was red and dripping blood. Hair occasionally rubbed against the tip of his nose, a faint scent of shampoo.

He effortlessly crushed her under him, and he was truly self-taught. Every boy is gifted on the way to growth. Every time Zhang Heng invaded, the little junior sister would instinctively protect and refuse herself, and then slowly relax and bear it uncomfortably. In order to prevent himself from losing control, he quickly ended this physical conversation with a deep kiss that could not be longer. The little sister's pajamas were well worn on her body, but a thin bra was deftly hooked out by him. When he came back from the toilet, the little sister had already closed her eyes and fell asleep smiling. He crept into the quilt and hugged her from behind, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised. Before falling asleep, he warned himself that it was like masochism, and he would not make an example.

The windows of the house face south, facing the sea, a veritable sea view room, lying on the bed can watch the sunrise over the sea. Zhang Heng slowly woke up when his eyes were illuminated by the strong sunlight. Sleep is really getting better. He closed his eyes and moved slightly, and the people around him moved as well. The breathing is still even and long. Through the thin curtains, the morning light poured down. The little sister's fan-like eyelashes were illuminated by the rising sun, reflecting the beautiful light one by one. He looked at this scene greedily, and his heart was full of tenderness.