I sat on his arm and looked into his eyes with both eyes. My brother didn't wear glasses, and I saw something strange in his eyes, maybe it was, lust. It was pouring out of the depths of his heart, and it seemed like it was about to swallow my flesh and blood.

I know that my brother has been thinking about this day for a long time, and I secretly told myself in my heart that maybe it was today. I don't have the courage to be generous and righteous, I only know that even if this is the abyss, my heart has long chosen to jump into it. What is not ready is just this cowardly shell.

I can't tell the difference between liking and loving yet. Like it or love it, it's just a senior brother. He is now full of eyes and hearts are only me, what can I ask for?

Dryness, soreness, pain.

Then my sanity was gone.

I hurt. Hurt!

I cried, I lied, I didn't allow him to move, I couldn't go in, I couldn't go back.

I'm not reasonable, there's no reason to talk about. As long as my brother moves a little, I feel like I'm going to die of pain. My hairs stood on end, and my fingers were tightly clasped around my brother's arm, and it hurt.

There was not a hint of wind. I was covered in sticky beads of sweat. The hair was already soaked, sticking to the back of the face and neck, as if it was being pulled and unable to move. It makes people feel more irritated. My brother patiently entangled with me, and then gradually, I seemed to feel like I was on a small boat, swaying, swaying, like a dying person, finally about to dock. I stretched out my hand and caressed my brother's chest, and the sound of my heartbeat hit my eardrum along my arm, boom! Boom! Boom! ……

I had a headache, I didn't know where I was hurting, and I turned over like I was going to die. But in my chaos, I still remember this morning that there was a big thing, my nemesis, my enemy, and my fate that I couldn't escape. I tried to open my eyelids, but I couldn't, sometimes I could open a thin slit and then I couldn't see anything.

Before falling asleep again, I heard my brother on the phone in a trance.

Well, she's a little unwell.

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Out of the way. I'll look at it.

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Well, I'm sorry you can help her take a leave of absence.

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Uh-huh.

Leave? Well, I'm sick and I need to rest.

The little junior sister rolled up the sheet and wrapped it into a zongzi, her little face was red, and her breathing gradually became stable again. He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to peel the sheet off her, but after several attempts to no avail, finally gave up. Maybe this was her last sense of security.

Thinking of yesterday's sharp turn for the worse, from a beautiful affair to coaxing dolls. She cried tears and snot together, playing with Lai's disobedience, and finally her consciousness was a little confused, and she stretched out her hand to press on his chest, and his rapid heartbeat seemed to soothe her, and she fell asleep like that.

It felt different after all, his first experience.

He turned on the bedside lamp, leaned over her, dizzy, limbs out of strength, and saw that she had fallen asleep, her nose was still dripping with beads of sweat, and her face was red, pink and beautiful. His forehead was slightly wrinkled, showing that he had been uncomfortably tightened before.

With the first year of junior high school, there are fifteen, all of them are his, and what he has is patience.