If you make any noise, the teacher will notice.

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I'm just an ordinary high school student, sixteen years old, a freshman.
I remember when school started, I wondered what kind of people I'd meet and

spend . I wondered if there would be any good-looking girls; it was something to look forward to.
But when I entered the classroom, I was a little disappointed. Registration wasn't scheduled yet, and not everyone was there.

Of all the people in the class, I didn't see my

target . So I started chatting with the boys in the class, getting to know them, and occasionally glancing towards the classroom door to see if the

next person to come in was my target. If I was a little disappointed when I first entered, I was utterly devastated
when the teacher finally came in . 　　In the past twenty minutes or so, quite a few girls came in. There were those who looked perpetually overweight , those with sickly pale skin, those with pimples and freckles, those handsome girls who looked like they were gay, and even Towards the end, I didn't dare look anywhere else, just staring at the guy I was chatting with, making him feel really uncomfortable. 　　I shouldn't discriminate against overweight people or those with acne, because I have some myself, though not much. But as they say, the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment. I used to tell people that my middle school was like Jurassic Park, but now, seeing this place, I realize there are always higher mountains . 　　"Students, please find your seats. I'm going to start taking attendance." The homeroom teacher looked like an old lady . 　　"Ye Xianglun." 　　"Here." The guy I was chatting with answered. Wait… that name sounds familiar. 　　"Lu Xiaoyu." 　　"Here." The girl who answered was chubby and fair-skinned; the name sounded even more familiar... 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　"Jin Xiaomin." 　　"Jin Xiaomin?" No one answered, so the teacher called out again. 　　"Report..." At this moment, a petite girl suddenly appeared at the door. 　　"You must be Jin Xiaomin?" the teacher asked. 　　"Yes, that's me." The girl at the door took a deep breath and said. 　　"Come in, and remember not to be late next time." The teacher said, gesturing for her to sit in the empty seat next to me. 　　Only then did I notice the girl's face. Putting aside her short stature, like that of an elementary school student , her slightly dark face still had an undeniable childishness. Beads of sweat from rushing , and her short ponytail gave her a very refreshing look. 　　But... is this really my classmate? This is the first year of high school... Did she come to the wrong classroom? But the teacher definitely called her name earlier. Could she be a child prodigy? That was the first thought that popped into my head. 　　But putting that aside for now, if this girl were a classmate of mine, it would be a gift from heaven, making my long-awaited anticipation worthwhile. Ever since I was about to graduate from junior high, I've suddenly developed a liking young girls. I always feel a sense of comfort when I see them. This somewhat perverse fetish... 　　I guess it's what people call pedophilia. But my feelings for this girl are different from those so-called "targets." I just feel a fondness, but I don't have any other thoughts. 　　"Zhang Guoyao." That name... it sounds so familiar... But for me, who was currently dreaming of a bright , I didn't have time to think about why the name sounded so familiar. 　　The girl turned her head and saw me. After noticing that I was staring at her, she blushed and turned her head away. I could only give an awkward smile. 　　"Zhang Guoyao." She called again. Wait... 　　"Here..." That's my name! I quickly replied. 　　"Pay attention, the teacher is taking attendance." The homeroom teacher said with a frown. 　　"Yes...yes..." 　　"Alright, everyone's here. We can start registration now." The teacher said, collecting the registration fees from each of , and then began to introduce the school to us. 　　"...The library and the cafeteria are on the left and right sides of this teaching building, respectively. You should all be able to see them," then pointed to a building further away and said, "That's the activity building. There's a there with an old grand piano. Students who like music can use it after class. 　　But you'd better hurry, because that old practice room will be demolished when you graduate." "That 's still three years away." I thought to myself. And...since the practice room is with the teaching building, how can it be demolished? But for someone like me who knows nothing about musical instruments, there's no need to think about this anymore. The teacher's description, however, made me feel increasingly familiar with it. 　　"Ah...there's a grand piano. I must try it sometime." At this moment, Ye Xianglun, who was sitting next to me, suddenly said. 　　"What, can you play the piano?" I asked. 　　"Yes, of course I do. I've been practicing since I was little. I originally wanted to study music at Tamkang High School, but I didn't get in because my score wasn't high enough..." Suddenly, I remembered something... 　　"Teacher," I asked, "what's your name?" 　　"My surname is Ye," the teacher said. Could it be...? A vague unease crept into my heart. 　　"My name is... Ye Huimei." After saying that, the teacher's eyes seemed to flash. 　　Wow... what kind of school is this? 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　After that, since we were classmates, we naturally got to know each other. Compared to most people, I was a bit more proactive, while the other students just saw me as a very kind "older brother" to the little girl 　　. 　　After getting to know her, I learned that this girl had entered school at a young age and later, due to her excellent academic performance...

She skipped directly from the first year of junior high to the third, so she's only 13 years old now. Most of the male classmates aren't

interested in her, and she's happy to have me, her caring "brother," since she doesn't have any male friends.
As we got to know each other, I discovered she's a really innocent girl; I suspect her maturity level is

even lower than her actual age.
But being with a girl like her every day, besides finding her adorable, sometimes

wicked thoughts would pop into my head, but I quickly nipped them in the bud. Because

, wouldn't it be too inhumane to lay a hand on such a young girl… I always

told .
Later, because my grades weren't as good as Xiaomin's, I simply asked her to come to my house for tutoring, and Xiaomin readily agreed

to this helpful offer. My parents often come home late, so

they don't know I bring a girl home. But I think even if they did, they probably wouldn't do anything.
As for Xiaomin, she easily

fooled .
So every Tuesday and Thursday, Xiaomin would come to my house to tutor me. At her small desk,

under the warm orange light, from behind she looked like a very diligent student,

studying hard in a dimly lit room—because of her petite frame, I had Xiaomin sit on my lap

so she could easily refer to the books on the desk when teaching me.
But actually, this tutoring method wasn't very effective. Holding a girl in my arms, and

smelling her uniquely feminine scent, made it difficult to even write

down .
"You can't do that, brother, you need to concentrate," Xiaomin would always say.
Whenever we finished our problems and it was time to rest, Xiaomin would playfully tease me, and her soft bottom would

always touch my sensitive area, making me feel very aroused. That

feeling, a mixture of pleasure and pain, often made me groan softly, yet I also felt a little reluctant to let it go.
But today, I felt Xiaomin was particularly active; her little bottom kept rubbing against my

genitals, making me incredibly aroused. However, seeing Xiaomin's innocent smile in my arms, I immediately

felt ashamed of my thoughts.
I tried to think of other things: a sunny grassland with many beautiful flowers, lush green

trees, fresh grass, beautiful butterflies, and tireless bees. Then,

on the other side of the grassland, there was a bridge, and a kind old woman was selling bowls of steaming soup,

calling out, "Delicious Meng Po soup... If you don't like it, you don't have to pay..." Wait... why am I thinking of

this? It's so unlucky.
"Brother, what's this hard thing?" Just as I was trying to shift my attention away from

my , Xiaomin suddenly asked. My face flushed red instantly, not from embarrassment,

but from the intense heat I was already feeling... uh... probably.
"Uh..." I stammered, not answering.
Xiaomin rubbed against me a couple more times and said, "Is it uncomfortable like this?"
"Not really... but..." The feeling made me frown, but I couldn't bear

to push her away, so I gently stopped her, saying, "Don't..."
"Hehe..." Xiaomin laughed, stopping her movements, and said, "Because every time I move my butt like this,

brother always makes a strange face." "So you're deliberately teasing brother?" I seemed to suddenly understand

Xiaomin's motive and asked back.
Xiaomin laughed and stuck out her tongue.
"Oh... you dare to tease brother..." I said, pretending to tickle her.
"Ah... no..." Xiaomin laughed and ran away to the side.
This kind of playful scene usually happens often, but today it felt particularly stuffy, mostly

because of Xiaomin.
After playing for a while, we lay flat on my big double bed.
"Is that where brother peees?" Xiaomin suddenly grabbed my still swollen genitals and asked,

"But why is it so hard?" as if full of curiosity.
"Uh..." Xiaomin's sudden action made me tremble slightly. "That...that's

where brother peees. Xiaomin, take your hand away first..." I said, pushing Xiaomin's hand away. "But

that place, besides peeing, has other uses too." As I said this,

a voice in my head kept reminding me not to have any other thoughts...it sounded like...a rational voice?!
"What are they used for?" Xiaomin looked at me with her big, watery eyes.
"They can also be used for making love." I said.
"What is making love?" Xiaomin asked again.
"Making love...it's when a boy and a girl like each other a lot,

they make love." I patiently explained, as if teaching a child who didn't understand anything.
"Then brother...let's make love..." Xiaomin suddenly said.
"No..." I quickly refused.
"Why? Doesn't brother like Xiaomin?" Xiaomin's expression suddenly darkened.
"No...no, brother likes Xiaomin a lot, but we can't make love." I explained.
"Then why?" Xiaomin still asked persistently.
"Because Xiaomin is still young, I'm afraid I might hurt you if we make love."
"Hmph... Xiaomin isn't a child anymore, she's already in her first year of high school." Xiaomin pouted.
"Yes...yes... Xiaomin isn't a child anymore." Seeing Xiaomin's expression, I had no choice but to say again.
"Then let's make love."
"No..."
"Why is it still no..." Xiaomin pouted again.
"No means no."
"Then tell me first, brother, how do we make love?" Xiaomin asked, still unwilling to give up.
"Making love, it's like putting the boy's urinary tract into the girl's little mouth...uh..." Oh my god

...why did I say this? Xiaomin is still a child... "What does it matter...just

eat her up." A voice in my mind said this.
Ugh... How could I have such thoughts... I quickly shook my head, trying to banish them.
"Oh..." Xiaomin didn't ask any more questions after hearing this, and just lay down next to me. Thankfully, at least she

didn't say anything more, and I was able to control myself rationally in this situation. Hmm, at least

that's how it is for now, I thought. I should probably take her home to avoid any other

accidents .
Wait... why do I feel a chill down there...?
"Xiaomin, what are you doing?" I quickly got up and asked, only to find her straddling my legs, her pants

zipper already pulled down.
"Xiaomin wants to make love with brother." After saying that, she pulled down my underwear.
"No... Xiaomin is being disobedient." I could tell my voice was

trembling , "Let her continue..." another voice in my head said.
"Brother, are you really that unwilling?" There seemed to be tears welling up in Xiaomin's big eyes

, "I really like brother, don't you like Xiaomin?" Xiaomin asked again.
"How could I do this to Xiaomin..." A voice echoed in my head.
"Don't make her sad... Make love to her..." Wait... this doesn't sound like the same

voice as before...
"This... Brother really likes Xiaomin..." This time it was my own voice speaking to Xiaomin.
"Hmm... that's good..." Xiaomin smiled again and actually lowered her head to suck my penis.
"Xiaomin, what are you doing..." I felt a desire to stop her but couldn't do anything.

On one hand I felt this was wrong, but on the other hand, I felt this was a rare opportunity and I didn't want to miss it.
"Brother said to put Brother's pee-pee in Xiaomin's mouth." Xiaomin said innocently.
"Uh..." Oh my god... did I say that...?
Before I could do anything else, or rather, because of the huge contradiction in my mind,

before I could do anything, Xiaomin had already opened her mouth and sucked my penis. An unprecedented wet and warm feeling enveloped my penis. It suddenly had a great impact
on my nerves .

If before I was thinking, "I shouldn't do this kind of thing,"

now all that's left in my mind is the negative thought of "Let her be..."
Contrasting with rationality is the overwhelming lust that has overwhelmed reason.
*** *** *** ***
So that night, under my careful and comprehensive sex education, Xiaomin became a "woman."
Uh... although nothing else changed, she still retained her childlike

innocence .
Although I sometimes felt some regret, like regretting why I told her that people who like each other should

make love, why I didn't control myself, why I didn't... and so on. After that, I

distanced myself slightly from Xiaomin, for example, not letting her come to my tutoring sessions anymore. Xiaomin noticed my change

but didn't say anything; her smiles just faded day by day, and she often looked melancholy.
Seeing Xiaomin like this, I felt very sorry for her. After thinking it over carefully, I realized that since I had already done it,

I couldn't just let it continue like this. I had to take responsibility. So, with the goal of making Xiaomin happy, I found a new

purpose in life, and my relationship with Xiaomin quickly returned to normal. Smiles returned to

Xiaomin , and we continued living as before.
The only difference was that Xiaomin and I were officially boyfriend and girlfriend, but we didn't mention it

to , and I still had Xiaomin call me "brother.
" However, as a man, I wasn't so easily satisfied. After the first time, I naturally

wanted a second. Although my rationality told me I shouldn't, when a beautiful woman like Xiaomin was in my arms, and a

lovely , rationality seemed insignificant. What was even more troublesome was that whenever I tried to seriously cut off

these thoughts, a voice in my head would say, "Anyway, it's already done..."
This often made me feel that it was true. Since we had already done it once, why be

so careful?
So, naturally, we had a second and a third time. Xiaomin's body, like her

immature mind and age, was very petite, with almost flat chest and a very smooth vulva.

But for some reason, whenever I saw her body, my desire burned like an inextinguishable fire within me.
Of course, after each time we made love, I told Xiaomin not to tell anyone; making love was a private

matter between two people who loved each other. We also couldn't let our parents know, otherwise they would break us up. Xiaomin was also afraid that she wouldn't be able to be with me

in the future, so she kept it a secret.
At first, Xiaomin didn't feel anything from this kind of lovemaking; it was entirely my one-sided enjoyment. Once, I

think I got too excited and hurt Xiaomin. Although she still smiled and said to me, "It's okay, as long as you feel good, brother

," I always felt very sorry for her.
So, I went online countless times, asking for advice on related topics in forums, hoping to learn more

techniques . Among the replies, there were many bored individuals, but also some very serious answers.

Several people even argued about the question I asked. I'm very grateful to those experienced people who shared their knowledge. However

, I didn't participate much in their debate about "whose method is the best," because whether it's

the best or not, it's already incredibly helpful to me.
Finally, after my relentless efforts, I successfully brought Xiaomin to orgasm that night. Seeing her dazed

expression, with saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth, I felt an immense sense of accomplishment. That day,

I also thoroughly enjoyed ejaculating my thick semen deep inside Xiaomin. I happily

designated this two-month anniversary of our relationship as our "Orgasm Anniversary," only to be laughed at and scolded by Xiaomin, who called me a pervert.
Xiaomin, who was initially hesitant, gradually accepted me and began to enjoy

the feeling of lovemaking. Although she didn't scream like the actresses in AVs,

I also loved her cute way of covering her mouth, afraid of making too much noise.
And I went from feeling guilty the first time to gradually falling in love with making love with Xiaomin.
Xiaomin and I never seemed to have any disagreements. Xiaomin was like a docile little lamb, always

so obedient to me, her "older brother." Even when I discovered new positions or new ways to play, Xiaomin, though

reluctant, would still cooperate. Sometimes, thinking back, I'm actually quite grateful to God for giving

me such a "little sister."
*** *** *** ***
Seven months into our relationship, it was the vibrant spring, and also the day I was born 17 years ago.

A few days earlier, Xiaomin had said she would celebrate with me, so I asked her for a wish, hoping she would grant

it.
"It's my birthday today, of course you can! What's your wish?" Xiaomin asked.
"It's today, Xiaomin, you have to listen to me in everything, you can't disobey me," I said.
"Okay, I promise you, brother. But, isn't Xiaomin usually obedient enough...?"
"Xiaomin is usually very obedient, but brother wants Xiaomin to listen to you completely today," I said.

"What mischief are you up to now, brother...?" Xiaomin said, as if she could read my mind.
Actually, I hadn't decided what to do either, but this condition was really cheating,

because no matter what other wishes I asked for, Xiaomin couldn't refuse. It was like I had a thousand wishes pre-ordered

, only all limited to today.
In class, Xiaomin and I were deskmates. I had specifically asked the teacher for this arrangement,

and the teacher agreed after seeing that Xiaomin didn't have many friends in the class.
But today, I suddenly had a mischievous thought.
Xiaomin was wearing a yellow t-shirt and a pink knee-length skirt with white knee-high

socks. Her hairstyle was still the same neat ponytail as before, only a little bit longer, just a little

bit. Xiaomin didn't seem to like her hair being too long, but I didn't care anyway, so I was happy to

let her do what she liked.
I slowly reached my hand towards Xiaomin's thigh and gently rubbed it.
"Brother, what are you doing..." Xiaomin asked softly when she realized something was wrong

.
"Brother missed Xiaomin." I said, my hand moving to the inside of Xiaomin's thigh, gradually moving upwards

until it touched Xiaomin's underwear.
"Brother... other people will see us." Xiaomin said, gently pressing my hand down.
"No, no one will turn around." I said, my hand not stopping. Xiaomin and I

sat in the last row of seats in the classroom this week. The group next to us didn't have the last row, which meant that

Xiaomin and I, who were already short, wouldn't be seen by anyone unless someone turned around, let alone

under . Even when Xiaomin sat up straight, only her chest and above were on the desk.
"No way..." Xiaomin still tried to stop me, trying her best to remove my hand, but she accidentally

bumped into the table with a thud.
The student in front of us glanced back at us, said nothing, and then turned away again.
"See, you're disturbing people's class," Xiaomin said, pouting.
"Xiaomin promised her brother today, okay?" I suddenly remembered.
"Ah..." Xiaomin's pout widened even more, and finally she could only helplessly say, "Brother is the most perverted

." So my hand continued to move towards Xiaomin's panties, rubbing against her thighs, and finally

touching Xiaomin's lower edge. My hand slipped inside the edge of her panties and began to gently stimulate Xiaomin's still

engorged clitoris, stroking back and forth at the entrance. At first, Xiaomin didn't react much, but as I caressed her, she

began to bite her lower lip with her front teeth. Looking at Xiaomin's cute appearance, I couldn't help but tease

her a little more.
My hand moved from side to side around Xiaomin's genitals, teasing her. I rubbed her

still-developing labia with my thumb and forefinger, gradually feeling them become moist. Then I began searching for the entrance, inserting

my fingers into Xiaomin's vagina.
"Ah..." Xiaomin let out a soft sound, then quickly covered her mouth. Only

after checking that no one was listening did she relax.
My fingers stirred inside, and because my hands were behind my back, my thumb was below and

my little finger was above, directly targeting Xiaomin's clitoris. So I unceremoniously cooperated with my index finger's

thrusts inside and outside her vagina.
Xiaomin simply lay face down on the table, burying her mouth in her arms, trying hard not to make a sound.
As my index finger stirred inside, I felt the vaginal fluid increasing, so I inserted my middle

finger as well.
"Ah..." Xiaomin sighed softly again, quickly covering her mouth once more.
My fingers began a piston-like motion, my little finger not idle either, occasionally gently playing with

Xiaomin's which was already very sensitive due to engorgement. The vaginal lubrication inside had noticeably increased.
"Xiaomin's inside is already very wet," I whispered in Xiaomin's ear.
"Ugh...you're so annoying." Xiaomin's face flushed instantly.
I continued to focus on my work, using two fingers to slightly spread Xiaomin's vaginal opening, then scraping

back and forth along the folds of the vaginal walls, before trying to insert my ring finger as well.
"Mmm...don't put it in any further..." Xiaomin whispered again, her face even redder, her breathing

becoming heavier.
However, because I was using my hand in reverse, after inserting the first three fingers, my little finger had to play with Xiaomin's

clitoris outside, a movement that almost made my hand cramp. So, I had no choice but to helplessly pull my ring finger out again

, leaving only my index and middle fingers inside her vagina.
"Hoo..." Xiaomin seemed to exhale for a moment as I pulled out, but quickly, as I resumed

my piston-like movements, she bit her lip again.
As I continued, I noticed that whenever my little finger gently touched Xiaomin's clitoris, she

would shudder and try hard to suppress her moans. So I increased

the frequency of my touch.
"Mmm...mmm..." Xiaomin still couldn't help but let out a very soft sound.
"Be careful, the teacher might hear you..." I whispered in Xiaomin's ear. Actually, at that

volume , not only the teacher couldn't hear it, but even the students in front couldn't hear it; I was just trying to scare her.
However, in this oppressive yet stimulating environment, Xiaomin seemed even more excited than usual. "No...
be gentle..." Xiaomin pleaded with me.
"Jin Xiaomin, what's wrong?" the teacher on the platform suddenly said, startling both Xiaomin and me.

My hand stopped moving.
"Is it uncomfortable to be lying on the desk like that?" the teacher asked with concern.
"Um... a little," Xiaomin replied.
"Then you should rest on the desk for a while. If it's really bad, go to the infirmary," the teacher said.
"Okay."
Whew... thankfully, it was a close call, and the students' attention shifted away from us. My fingers

started moving again.
"Don't pull... we'll be discovered," Xiaomin protested again.
Ignoring her protest, I continued my actions.

Her vagina gradually began to secrete lubrication again, even more intensely than before. As my fingers moved incessantly,

Xiaomin 's vaginal walls began to undulate with the rhythm of my thrusts, sucking on my fingers. Xiaomin's waist began

to twist restlessly, and she couldn't help but let out soft "hmm... ah..." sounds.
Actually, I wasn't unafraid, but the stimulating sensation

excited . I thought Xiaomin felt the same way, so I quickened my finger movements.
This continued for a few minutes before I suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Xiaomin asked softly when she saw me suddenly stop.
"I'm a little tired," I said.
"Move a little..." Xiaomin said after a while.
"Move what?" I deliberately teased her.
"Fingers..." Xiaomin's face grew increasingly red.
"Which fingers?" I asked again.
"Hmm..." Xiaomin couldn't say.
"If you don't tell me, I won't move anymore," I said mischievously.
"Fingers in... in... in my vagina." Unable to resist the temptation, Xiaomin had to endure the shame and

say it.
So, to satisfy Xiaomin, my fingers began moving at an extremely fast pace. However, since I

only had one hand and couldn't turn my body to use both hands, the pleasure I could give Xiaomin was

always limited.
"Lu Xiaoyu, please answer this question."
A chubby girl in front of us stood up, her large body blocking the teacher

's view of me. However, people around being called on to answer questions are usually a little startled. But I

immediately shrank back, pretending to look for something under the table, since the teacher couldn't see me for the time being.
Under the table, I used both hands to spread Xiaomin's legs apart. I pulled her already soaked boxer shorts down

to her knees, which were already full of love juice, a complete mess. I leaned over and kissed

Xiaomin's vulva, sucking on her clitoris, but I didn't dare to lick it with my tongue, afraid of hurting the engorged and

sensitive clitoris.
Xiaomin's body trembled, and her waist twisted even more violently. I slipped my tongue into Xiaomin's vagina and

began gently stroking it in circular motions. Because I was under the table, I couldn't hear Xiaomin's voice, otherwise

I probably would have heard her suppressed moans.
My tongue changed from swirling to twitching, and my hand reached up to rub Xiaomin's breasts through her clothes. Because

time was limited, I maintained a fast pace, and my tongue started to cramp. Fortunately,

Xiaomin 's body reacted instinctively, her waist moving back and forth in rhythm with my movements.
Finally, I felt her vagina begin to contract. Seeing that Lu Xiaoyu was about to finish answering

her question , I pressed myself tightly against Xiaomin's vulva and began to suckle forcefully, my tongue swirling

around. Xiaomin's whole body trembled, and her vaginal walls contracted more and more violently. Almost instantly, I heard

Xiaomin's very soft moan.
"Ah…" At the same time, her vaginal walls began to contract violently, and a lot of

love fluid .
Finally, our public service was complete. I quickly cleaned up the mess for Xiaomin with my tongue, then helped her put on her boxer

shorts before returning to my seat. We were both covered in sweat.
Xiaomin, still recovering from her orgasm, just lay on the table, panting. After she calmed down, I

whispered in her ear, "Was it exciting?"
"Pervert..." Xiaomin muttered softly.
"Was it more comfortable than usual?"
"Hmm... a little." As she spoke, her face flushed red again. "Why did you ask such a perverted question

..." Although she said that, it made me feel very happy.
That night, my parents went on a trip, and Xiaomin finally managed to beg them to let her stay

overnight at a classmate's house. Of course, they didn't know that Xiaomin was staying overnight at a male classmate's house, let alone that it was me.
The next day, there were no classes, no need to worry about getting up early, and Xiaomin and I made love all night.

Xiaomin went from being silent at first, to eventually crying out loud, until finally begging me to stop,

and then moaning weakly.
I didn't feel exhausted until Xiaomin was almost completely covered in a white, cloudy liquid. I held her, still

sticky, in my arms, and collapsed onto the bed, falling fast asleep.
In my dream, Xiaomin and I were making love in the classroom, but everyone around us seemed oblivious to us.

We still felt incredibly excited and happy. Xiaomin nestled in my arms, saying sweetly, "I

love you the most, brother..."
[The End
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