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My grandfather lay critically ill in bed, the white sheets starkly against my skin. The ventilator emitted rapid, labored breaths. The whole family surrounded the bed, their eyes red with tears.
Grandpa looked around at his children and grandchildren, his eyes filled with endless longing, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't speak, only expressing his deepest emotions through his solemn gaze.
Finally, Grandpa waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave. My uncle understood and told us to leave one by one, but as I was leaving, Grandpa grabbed my wrist. He looked at me, gesturing for me to stay. Then, my uncle left too. Only
Grandpa, the young, beautiful nurse, and I remained in the room.
Grandpa beckoned to the nurse, who came over, carrying a small box. She said, "This is what your grandfather left for you. Please keep it safe."
I took the box; it felt heavy inside, like it contained a ring.
Grandpa gestured for me to open the box, and I did as he instructed. Inside was indeed a gleaming silver ring, exceptionally beautiful, with a dazzling gemstone set in its center.
"Your grandpa seems to have something to say."
I had been so focused on the ring that I had forgotten about Grandpa. I quickly leaned down, and Grandpa struggled to lift his head, whispering in my ear with all his might, "Xiao... Xiao..."
Grandpa only managed those two words before passing away, his eyes wide open, seemingly with a hint of regret. I burst into tears, and my uncles and aunts rushed in, the whole family weeping together. I seized the opportunity to hide the ring in my pocket. Since Grandpa couldn't give it to me in front of so many people, he must have intended to give this treasure to me alone. I couldn't let those greedy uncles, aunts, and cousins snatch it away.
After sending Grandpa off, the whole family felt heavy-hearted. Although Grandpa was quite the ladies' man—I knew over ten grandmothers—he had dedicated his life to his family and had arranged everything for his children. His passing was truly heartbreaking for the whole family.
My uncle sat in the main seat of the hall, took a drag of his cigarette, looked at me, and asked, "Tiger, what did your grandfather say to you?"
Now that my uncle was the head of the family, I couldn't ignore his words, but I also couldn't tell the truth. I said, "Grandpa said he told my dad to drink less, take care of the family more, and stop fooling around outside all day. He said he's most worried about my dad right now."
My story was passable enough that no one thought anything was wrong. Then my uncle asked us younger generation to leave and held a parent-teacher meeting. Naturally, I went home early.
As soon as I entered, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. On Tingting's bed lay a pink lace bra. Seeing these items sent a rush of blood to my head. Tingting was a very beautiful woman, only five years older than me, with a great figure. Every time I saw her, I felt an indescribable urge, a desire to get closer to her, to be as close to her as possible. But after that thought, a deep sense of guilt would wash over me. After all, she was my tutor, I was her student. How could I have such filthy thoughts? Each time, I would suppress my lust through self-criticism.
Through the bathroom light, I could vaguely see Tingting's shadow. If I just lay down, I might be able to see her beautiful body. I hesitated, my mind in turmoil. My grandfather had just passed away; was I really going to do something so vulgar? But if I didn't look now, I might never have the chance again. After all, I didn't dare do such things when my mother was home.
After a fierce internal struggle, I finally lay down. As my gaze swept across the first sloping wooden gap, I saw the entire bathroom shrouded in mist. Through the mist, I could vaguely make out Tingting's long, beautiful hair. I held my breath and continued to cautiously peer down, but unfortunately, the door suddenly rang. I quickly sat up, and just then, Tingting called out from inside, "Wait a moment, I'll be right there."
I rushed to the door, opened it, and there stood Su Xiaoxiao.
"Brother, are you free now?"
"Uh...yes, what's up?"
I thought to myself that she had come at the worst possible time, ruining my plans. But then I remembered that Grandpa had said "Xiaoxiao..." on his deathbed.
Could he be referring to Xiaoxiao, Su Xiaoxiao? The thought only flashed through my mind. Xiaoxiao was the daughter of my father's adopted sister. How could Grandpa possibly know her? How could he possibly mention her name?
Just as I hesitated, Tingting ran out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Her fair skin, slender figure, and full breasts made her look like a lotus emerging from the water. I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. Xiaoxiao, outside the door, was getting impatient.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you going to let me in or not?"
I quickly opened the door. "Come in, come in."
"When did you get back? I didn't know?"
Tingting asked.
"Just... just got back."
"Hello, Teacher Tingting,"
Xiaoxiao greeted.
"Oh, hello. Yinhu, you stay with Xiaoxiao for now. I'll go change."
"Okay."
Watching Tingting enter her room, the lace bra on the bed gradually disappeared through the closing door.
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
Xiaoxiao seemed to have noticed something and asked with a hint of disdain.
"No, I wasn't looking at anything. By the way, what do you need me for?"
"Brother, I need your help with something, is that okay?"
"Sure, who do you want me to beat up?"
Xiaoxiao only calls me when she wants me to beat someone up for her; there's almost no other reason. Although Xiaoxiao is young, she's definitely a beauty, and she's often harassed by boys at school. So, it's perfectly normal for her to ask me to teach those unruly boys a lesson. I guess this time someone took advantage of her, and she's angry and wants me to help her teach them a lesson.
"It's not a fight this time,"
Xiaoxiao said, blushing slightly.
"Then what is it?"
I asked, quite suspiciously.
"Brother, can you pretend to be my boyfriend?"
"Wh-what?"
"Can you pretend to be my boyfriend? Just for an afternoon."
Xiaoxiao's face turned even redder as she said this, making my heart pound and my body start to heat up. Although it was Xiaoxiao, she was only a few months younger than me, practically my age. Her words suddenly sparked a wicked thought in my mind, but it was quickly suppressed by Tingting, who came out just in time.
"What? Just for an afternoon?"
Tingting interjected.
"Uh, I asked my brother to help me with my studies, hehe."
Xiaoxiao reacted quickly and changed the subject.
"Hehe, really? You want him to tutor you? He can barely take care of himself."
Tingting laughed as she spoke, her laughter quite beautiful, but I preferred to look at her tightly closed legs. Her long, smooth calves and fair, rounded thighs were incredibly alluring.
"Little teacher, what are you saying? Have some self-respect, okay?"
"Hehe, um, um, to be honest, Yinhu has made some progress lately. Keep up the good work!"
"Um, teacher, why didn't you teach today?"
"School basketball game. I wasn't interested, so I came back early. I probably have to go back to school this afternoon."
"Oh, is Tingting coming back to stay tonight?"
"Look, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"
"I still don't understand some of my problems, Tingting, can you help me with them?"
I lied.
"Oh, okay, I'll see. If nothing's wrong, I'll come back."
"Okay."
"You two chat, I'll go cook."
"Okay."
After Tingting finished speaking, she got up and went to the kitchen. Actually, another thing I like about Tingting is that she's not only beautiful, but also very skilled. She can cook and knit. Everyone says that there are no good women in the 80s, but I think Tingting is an exception.
"Brother, what are you looking at again? Is she a magnet?"
Xiaoxiao complained with a dissatisfied look.
"Oh, right, what were we talking about just now? You asked me to pretend to tutor you?"
"What? I said I'd pretend to be your boyfriend for an afternoon, brother, please help me."
Xiaoxiao said, shaking my arm and speaking in a coquettish voice.
"Oh, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Did a guy dump you?"
"What? I wouldn't even look at those country bumpkins."
"Then why do you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend? You don't actually have feelings for me, do you? I'm your brother, you know~" "Hehe, you're so funny. But, bro, don't be so infatuated, okay? I'm just asking you to play along." "Oh, okay."
Anyway, Tingting had to go back to school in the afternoon, and I didn't have anything else to do, so I decided to pretend with her.
"Brother, you're so sweet."
Xiaoxiao said, and kissed me on the cheek. The feeling of her soft lips against my face was so nice.
In no time, Tingting had cooked the food: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts, and fried eggs. Sigh, Tingting just loves eggs, and I've become an egg fan too.
"Tingting's cooking is so delicious."
Xiaoxiao took a bite and praised it.
"Hehe, if it's good, eat more."
"Hmm. Does Tingting have a boyfriend?"
Xiaoxiao suddenly asked.
"Hehe, what do you think?"
"Teacher Tingting is so pretty, she must have someone, right?"
"Tingting has high standards, she wouldn't be interested in just anyone. If Tingting's going to find someone, she should find a big boss, a man with money, power, virtue, and good looks—a man of four qualities."
I chimed in.
"Hehe, Teacher Tingting should find someone like that, otherwise it would be a real shame for her."
Xiaoxiao chimed in.
"Alright, alright, you two stop flattering me. Eat up, Tiger, I'm going to school. Tell your mom not to save me any dinner tonight, I'll eat at school."
"Oh, aren't you going to eat now?"
"No, I'm going to school."
"Oh, Tingting, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
"Tingting, I'll miss you."
I stood up, saw Tingting to the door, and said.
"Haha, I know, I'll miss you too, silly Tiger."
After saying that, Tingting smiled and left.
Back in my seat, without Tingting, even the best food had no appetite.
"Brother, do you like Teacher Tingting?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't keep calling her 'Teacher Tingting,' she's only five years older than us. She's basically just a housekeeper and maid living in our house."
"Tsk...tsk...it's so hard to find such a pretty housekeeper."
"By the way, you asked me to pretend to be your boyfriend, what do you mean? What's your purpose?"
"No purpose whatsoever, just pretending for fun, wanting to experience what it's like to have a boyfriend."
"Just because of that?"
Everyone says we 90s kids are out of touch, but I think Xiaoxiao is even more out of touch than me.
"Ah, you promised me, right? Don't even think about going back on your word."
"Hehe, did I say I went back on my word? Actually, I was thinking the same thing, hehe, there's still meat being served to me, hehehe."
"Brother, your smile is so sinister."
"I'm dizzy, do you even know how to describe it? How can such a dashing smile be called sinister?"
"Alright, after a little while, you'll be my boyfriend."
"So eager to get into character?"
"Then what time do you want to wait?"
"Okay, a little while is fine."
Watching the time pass by, Xiaoxiao's gaze towards me became increasingly ambiguous. Her big eyes were filled with the words "being in heat." Today she was wearing a dress that only reached her thighs, not even to her knees. Her slender legs were as alluring as Tingting's, except that her breasts were a bit small, like two small, undercooked buns. I wondered if they would feel hard to the touch. Xiaoxiao had a faint fragrance about her, not like perfume, but it smelled very nice.

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