My Sister is Very Obsessive

The cool night wind blew on my hot face, making me slightly dizzy.

I drank some wine with Mr. Sun tonight and listened to his story. I still remember a lot, but I also forgot a lot.

However, when I finally left the gate of Sun's house, the words of Grandpa Sun kept tumbling in my mind.

"Remember to write a review!" he said, and he was also drunk at that time. "Tomorrow you have to review it properly, young people, it is the most taboo to be impulsive."

At night, the alley behind the staff compound looks very quiet. The incandescent lamp fixed on the telephone pole emits a warm yellow light. My sister is holding my arm, looking at me who is a little dizzy. is worry,

"Are you dizzy?"

I looked down at her, her pink and plump lips shone a little under the light, I couldn't help but lightly tap it with my finger, soft, soft, press it down and release it, it bounces again up.

My sister shook her head gently, pouted her little mouth slightly, and then smiled and put her hand on the tip of my nose.

She giggled,

"Good oil!"

I reached out and touched the tip of my nose.

"It's not oil, it's sweat."

My sister grinned, then stretched out her hand and pinched my nose, shook it,

"The smell of wine you're talking about is so strong!"

Her nose was pinched by her, so I took a breath with my mouth, then raised my hand to press the top of my head, and the voice was a little muffled.

"It feels so heavy!"

"You deserve it, who told you that you can't drink and drink." My sister puffed out her cheeks and hummed angrily.

My heart was about to be melted by her, so I couldn't help but reach out and squeeze her bulging cheeks, rubbing her,

"There's no way! The elders gave it, how dare I postpone it."

"Anyway, you deserve it!" My sister let go of her hand holding my nose and leaned against my arms.

I didn't answer, I just rubbed her cheek with my new love for a while.

After a long time, I gently hugged her waist and whispered in her ear,

"I have to go back and write a review."

"No, I want you to play with me."

"I've been playing with you all afternoon today!"

"It's not enough, it's not enough."

My sister pulled the clothes around my waist and kept twisting her body, her voice babbling coquettishly, and my heart continued to melt.

A beautiful and coquettish girl is always difficult to refuse, especially my sister, my resistance to her coquetry is negative.

But I think it's good that I'm willing to give her all I have.

I looked at the time, it was only a little after eight, so I agreed cleanly,

"Okay, where are you going to play and what?"

"Go..." My elder sister shook her head gently, then suddenly stood on tiptoe, came close to my ear, and laughed softly, "Would you like to go to the small park?"

"Not good!" I shook my head, "There are too many people there."

"But it's dark there!"

I feel that my sister likes that place very much, but I don't particularly like it, because I always feel like this: We only need the two of us to know about the things between us, and we don't need the jealousy or envy of others. , quiet and simple.

"Sister, why do you like that place so much?"

"Because many couples go there, I want to go with you."

As she said that, she looked at me expectantly.

I know that she doesn't like to go there because 'there are many couples going there, but she likes to go there because it's all couples'.

I know I can't refuse her, and she knows I can't refuse her.

After walking out of the long and dark alley, it merged into the Wutong Avenue. The lowest of the huge French phoenix trees on both sides of the road was four stories high. The street lamps stood between the forest leaves, casting the shadows of the sycamore leaves on the ground. .

The evening breeze is cool, and all the pedestrians seem very leisurely, even those who are single are very comfortable wearing headphones and walking while listening to songs.

With my sister's company, I naturally don't need songs to relieve loneliness. She kept chatting beside me, I didn't listen, because what she said was not important, what was important was that at this moment, she was talking beside me.

I gently embraced her tender shoulders, and the only thing left in my breath was the smell of my sister beside me, except for the not strong smell of wine on my clothes.

I have smelled it for seventeen or eighteen years, but I have never been bored. It is estimated that I have regarded this smell as a habit. A habit is terrible, because...it can make a person involuntarily.

I have involuntarily incorporated her taste into my life, and only with her can my life be complete.

"Brother, are you still dizzy?"

My sister leaned on her side, holding my back with one hand and my chest with the other.

I shook my head and smiled, "I didn't drink much in the first place."

"Don't drink it if you can't drink it, and you won't be allowed to drink it in the future."

"Well, I won't drink anymore."

"You knew that you lied to me!" Sister pouted, "But I'm still very happy."

I patted the top of her head lightly and sighed slightly,

"Why aren't you younger than me?"

My sister rolled her eyes upwards, purposely aimed at me with her eyelid upwards out of the corner of the eye, then smiled playfully at me, and shouted to me in her characteristic sweet and greasy voice,

"elder brother!"

"Pfft—" I couldn't help but squeak out.

I really couldn't stand her calling me 'brother' in that sticky, tender, soft and whining voice, so I quickly raised my hand and surrendered.

"Forget it, I'll still be the younger brother, you...really not suitable to be the younger sister."

"Why!" My sister didn't want to. "I'm so young and invincible, beautiful and cute. If you don't call me sister when you go out, others will definitely think I'm a sister."

"Because you are childish and short, you look small."

"That's not it!" The elder sister pouted in dissatisfaction, "My height is just right for you, we are called the cutest height difference, when you kiss me, you only need to bow your head slightly, when I kiss you, only Need to tiptoe a little, how good, there's no better girl for you than me."

"And what about childishness?"

"Childishly speaking..." My sister nodded her snow-white and delicate chin, "People say that girls who can act coquettish are more cute, I want to be cute and cute, and I want to compare the girls around you. drive them all away."

I reached out and stroked the left sea on her forehead lightly, and stroked my fingers lightly on her naturally growing eyebrows,

"You have succeeded, at a very young age, you have succeeded."

My sister smiled happily, then turned her head, stretched out her hand and pulled away my fingers that stroked her eyebrows, and put her head on my chest,

"I'm going to get in."