"Wow!"

Turning the switch to the maximum, the icy tap water spilled dozens of crystalline silver wires down the sprinkler head, and slid straight down my body. I held my head high and watched as the bathroom ceiling light distorted by the mist in a myriad of colors.

After a thirty-minute cold shower, until my nostrils itched and I let out a loud sneeze, I dragged my exhausted body back to the bedroom, and did 300 push-ups as usual, and after 150 push-ups, I almost fell directly onto my hard little bed.

After a series of super physical exertions, my spirit was surprisingly high, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, and I couldn't sleep at all. I didn't dare to think about anything, and as soon as my thoughts wandered, I thought of the deadly tenderness and the flexibility that only girls had when their cheeks rubbed on the road. Although I knew I shouldn't, the thrill of tasting the fruit made me involuntarily attack the ideological defense line I had built up with my moral outlook again and again.

There was a soft knock on the door outside the house, I grabbed my watch, the hour hand was already pointing to three o'clock in the morning, it was so late, what was Wanying looking for me for?

I had always slept naked, and in a hurry I opened the door with a hardly used pajama on my glove.

"Brother!" Wanying's face was a sickly red, leaning softly against the door frame, as if the whole person had lost the strength to support her body, I intuitively reached out and tested the temperature in front of her forehead.

Her forehead is hot to the touch!

"I'm sick and stupid to wear so little and stand outside the door, why don't you hurry back to bed and lie down!" I reached out and took her into my arms, carried her into her own bedroom, and carefully put her on the bed, "You have a good rest first, I'll call and call a car to take you to the hospital!" ”

"Wait, I'm fine." Wanying grabbed the hem of my pajamas and whispered, "I'm really not sick, I just have a little question I want to ask you." ”

Not sick yet?! I couldn't help but be angry and anxious when I heard her words, her body temperature was at least thirty-nine degrees, and when I hugged her just now, I felt that her body was as soft as a ball of marshmallows, could it be that she was now burning and began to talk nonsense?

Wanying's face turned even redder, so red that it seemed to drip blood, and she used to pull up the corner of my clothes and start braiding it, every time she was nervous or made unreasonable demands on me, she would do the same. "You have to promise me first, I ask you a question, you won't let the third person know, it's just a secret between the two of us, okay?"

I laughed and rubbed her hair hard.

Wan Ying stumbled for a long time, suddenly grabbed a pillow to cover her face, and asked in a voice smaller than a mosquito: "Brother, what do you think of the problem." ”

What?

My mind went blank for a full thirty seconds, although our brother and sister talked about everything, and she often used her advantage to be a sister to make fun of me, but we have never touched on such a sensitive issue.

This is a very, very difficult question to answer, and before I could think about how to answer, Wanying asked cautiously through the pillow: "Brother, have you usually * been?" ”

I almost fell to the ground, what's wrong with this girl today?

It's really hard to answer this kind of question to my sister, I squeaked for a long time before I said, "That...... Well...... According to the investigation of relevant authoritative departments, the male surname is ...... More than 90 percent have * records and ...... Habit, so ...... I also...... Occasionally, ......"

Wan Ying opened the pillow and looked at me quietly, and after making sure that I was not lying, she hurriedly covered her face with the pillow, and asked in a muffled voice: "What does my brother think of girls*?" ”

This question is even more difficult to answer, looking at Wan Ying, who has wrapped herself in a quilt, it is like facing a position full of mines, step by step: "According to relevant reports...... Sixty percent of girls have ...... Well...... * of the record, so it's not a strange thing. And *not bad, there will be no infectious diseases, and the proper * can also relieve mental stress and promote endocrine, so that girls look more silky and full of skin, and look radiant......"

Phew! What the hell am I talking about!! How to pour out all the "inappropriate for children" content seen from the physiological knowledge website as soon as you say it. But the nonsense I let go of my face like this had a little effect, and Wanying's little head finally came out from under the pillow, but her face looked redder, and her hair was slightly covered with a few strands, and she looked more lazy and beautiful than usual, because this laziness made her look a lot more mature.

"So...... If I had a ......, my brother wouldn't look down on me, would it?! "I had to put my ears up to the highest point above sea level to barely hear her.

Why did she ask me for advice on this kind of pure girl's own private secret? My doubts didn't last long, Wan Ying covered her red face and suddenly plunged into my arms, stretched out a small right fist and hammered my chest, accusing: "It's all my brother's bad, people originally just wanted to tease you, but you ran away with me for so long, and you rubbed it on people's bodies, which made me suddenly want to know that ...... What does it feel like, I'm an adult at eighteen years old, but I don't have a boyfriend, and it turns out to be ......"

It turns out that this is the case, it's really my fault, I just went to find the kind of secret stimulation from her, but I forgot that the book told me that the place where I have been quietly taking advantage of is the most sensitive and easily provoked forbidden place for girls. But my sister did such a thing, so there was no need to tell me.

"I once read a book that said*...... When using props...... Do the best. ”

Wait, Wanying doesn't want to discuss with me* what material should be the most suitable material, right?! Although I am her brother, I can't bear to hear such a provocative topic, she lies in my arms, and the breath she exhales softly warms my body a little bit, and now I have the urge to push her away and run away.

"I went to the kitchen to find a ......, but it was so thin that I accidentally ...... Let it break," at this moment the girl's shyness made Wanying's aggrieved tears, and finally couldn't help but slide down my pajamas to my chest, her right hand also began to turn into a fist, gently stretched out two fingers to clamp a small muscle on my chest, and then twisted it slightly, when I gasped cold, she sobbed: "I can't get it out, my whole body is so soft that I have no strength at all, so I have to ask you to help me." ”

Yes......???

It's a big problem, and it's embarrassing, but there's one question I have to ask: "What is that broken......

Wanying stretched out her hand and twisted it on my chest again, and then whispered, "Radish." ”

……

To help or not to help?!

As long as I see the appearance of the pear blossoms in the rain of Wanying, even if I am asked to go up and down the oil pot, I am afraid that I will not be able to refuse as a brother, and I am even more reluctant to let you be a stranger to face my sister in this state. But to help this kind of help, I was really weak-hearted, she kept lying in my arms, her right hand kept creating scars on my chest, but her left hand subconsciously stroked the evidence of the crime she made with her own hands, as if she wanted my wound not to become so painful. But she didn't know that it was these two diametrically opposed actions, but she kept teasing my hope that I had barely suppressed after taking a cold shower for thirty minutes.

Wan Ying suddenly got up and glared at me fiercely, raised the pillow with both hands and smashed me, and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother is too bad, you don't help me find a way, but you are thinking of some messy things here!" ”

It seems that you can't blame me anymore this time, even if I can control my heart, I can't control my body's instinctive reaction. (Little demon: Note, this book is not a [***] book, not an H book, not a stallion book, the early stage is just to create a flawed protagonist, this book is purely a modern war theme.) The stallion fraternity will be disappointed. )

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