[Urban] Rebirth of My Sister's Lover - 4-6

27. Good Brother, Dear Brother (Spicy)

In the three-bedroom apartment on Dongda Road, the modern furniture was all in warm colors. Although the owner rarely stayed there, the housekeeper kept it spotless.

Sang Pei laid Sang Rou flat on the peach-colored curved sofa. She was only wearing a thin long-sleeved cardigan, which vaguely revealed her developing peach-shaped breasts, her slender waist that could be grasped with one hand, and her long, fair legs.

Her skin was even whiter than a treasured piece of mutton fat jade, more lustrous and translucent.

At this time, the air conditioner had not yet fully turned up the temperature. Wearing so little in the middle of winter made Sang Rou a little cold. Her feet were pressed tightly together, trembling slightly, her legs intertwined and rubbing against each other. She looked at Sang Pei pitifully with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Come here, let brother hold you." He unbuttoned his black long-sleeved shirt, revealing his strong chest, and held her in his arms.

"Brother's keeping you warm, aren't you cold now?" Sang Pei pressed down on her, thrusting his chest against her breasts, her swollen breasts deformed by his hard chest. He breathed heavily and whispered in her ear, "Brother's keeping you warm now, so you'll have to repay the favor later by warming my big stick with your little pussy."

Sang Rou lightly punched his back, annoyed by his lewdness.

Sang Pei chuckled softly, pulled back a little, and took off her thin long cardigan, gently rubbing his two hard nipples against Sang Rou's two hard nipples.

His nipples were brownish-red, small and hard, while her nipples were pink, large and soft, slightly upturned.

Softness and hardness, gentleness and firmness, the differences between male and female bodies were everywhere. Her color and luster were much more beautiful than his, a favor from the Creator.

Their hard nipples rubbed against each other, and sometimes her nipples would slip out of his grasp, forcing him to hold her breast firmly in place.

"Rou Rou, your nipples are hard." He was usually a cold person, but when it came to lovemaking, he spoke sweet words. Her

nipples, the size of red beans, were soft before, but under his manipulation, they hardened like iron.

"Okay, that's enough... um, that's enough." She shyly clenched her right fist to her mouth, breathing softly, sweet moans escaping her lips. His iron-like body pressed hot against hers, passionately rubbing against her to warm herself. Her body seemed to be controlled by an unknown force, a surge of heat erupting from her blood, flowing wildly through her limbs, finally rushing to that secret passage between her legs, and then she felt a lubricant flow.

She had no control over this body; it seemed to have its own consciousness, only willing to obey Sang Pei's will, dancing with Sang Pei's fingers, yearning for the burgeoning masculine power within Sang Pei's body.

He straightened up, bent down, and bit the protruding bone at her ankle, savoring it repeatedly as if he were actually gnawing on a bone.

"Good sister, how can you be so white?" He kissed the sole of her foot again, licking it with his tongue, murmuring.

Her whiteness made him lose control, his blood rushing to his lower body. His dragon had already stood erect when they embraced upstairs, but now it was so hard it hurt, like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart.

"It itches, Brother Pei, stop kissing me, I haven't showered yet, I'm filthy." "

There is a bit of a smell." She hadn't walked much all day, so there wasn't a sweaty smell, but there was a strange fragrance, a smell that wasn't like her natural body scent, more like the smell of her own feet.

Every cell in his body was screaming to fuck her, but a voice still remembered to remind him not to force himself on her.

Sang Pei parted her tightly closed legs, the dark pubic hair curled up together, hiding the line of flesh in the center, but the small spurt of clear liquid flowing from the slit revealed her secret of arousal. He propped one of her legs up on the back of the sofa, her vulva immediately opening wide with the movement of her leg.

"Let me see."

Sang Pei parted the messy, coarse hair around her lower body, revealing the clean area. He smeared her own vaginal fluid on her vulva, but that wasn't enough. He then smeared some saliva on his hand and rubbed it around her vulva.

"Mmm... Brother Pei, Brother Pei..." Sang Rou's brain turned into a mess, dizzy and confused. She didn't know what to do except call his name. Even the frequency of her moans rose and fell with his fingers.

"Good Rou Rou, I call you good little sister, what should you call me?" He coaxed her step by step.

"Brother Pei, no..." She understood his meaning and turned her face away shyly.

"Call me quickly, no whining." He pinched her nipple and gave it a hard squeeze.

"Good brother..." Her voice was like that of a newborn kitten.

"I can't hear you."

"Good brother, oh, Pei-gege, you're bullying me." She raised her voice a little, but then became embarrassed. She wasn't ashamed of making love, but she was ashamed of calling him brother.

"Yes, call me again, I like you calling me that." His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his eyes bloodthirsty.

Sang Rou covered her face, enduring the embarrassment, and really started calling out in high and low voices, "Good brother, dear brother... ah..."

Hearing Sang Rou's voice, Sang Pei imagined the scene of him holding her slender waist with both hands, and her lying naked on the floor like a puppy, being fucked by him while calling out "good brother, dear brother" in her little mouth. That feeling...

28. The First Time (Spicy)

Amid Sang Rou's soft gasp, Sang Pei carried her from the sofa to the big bed. The bed was a bright red round bed, like a bride's bridal chamber, placed in the southwest corner of the living room.

He grabbed her hand, kissed her cheek, and said, "Do you know what I was thinking when I bought this bed? I bought bright red pillowcases and a bright red duvet cover. When the decorator asked me where I should put the bed, I told him to put it in the living room. Because besides the two of us, no one else will ever come here."

"Brother Pei... Brother, that's enough." She glanced back at him, her eyes filled with affection, and got into position.

Sang Rou leaned her face against a cushion, her dark hair cascading over it, her lower body raised, maintaining a kneeling position.

The air conditioner finally served its purpose, making the room warm and cozy.

Sang Rou had thought she could face the upcoming lovemaking with composure. Until this moment, she had thought so, but now, she couldn't control her fear. She breathed heavily with fear, her "ha" "ha" "ha" ending with a terrified tone.

The events of her past life... loveless sex... made her afraid of ruining the beautiful and warm atmosphere of this night. She grew anxious. There were so many languages in the world, and the Chinese characters were so profound—how could she tell him she loved him?

The only thing she could do was offer herself to him without reservation.

Sang Pei soothingly stroked her hip-length black hair, her snow-white back forming an S-shape, his large hands finally resting on her high, upturned buttocks, his claws grasping her peach-like flesh.

Sang Rou's body trembled slightly, causing her snow-white buttocks to bounce back and forth, the small mounds between her thighs contracting.

He bent down to kiss her back, nibbling, sucking, his hands lightly caressing her buttocks. Her two butterfly bones protruded slightly, like angel wings, ready to take flight at any moment.

"No, no… ah…" she sobbed.

"What you want."

He gently scratched at the tufts of black hair between her thighs, circling a finger along the outer edge of her labia. Then, his finger slipped into that narrow crevice until it disappeared completely between her thighs. It was incredibly warm and slippery inside; just burying his fingers there gave him immense pleasure.

Her face flushed, and she lay on the pillow, sobbing softly, "Hmm... mmm mmm mmm."

#Sang

Pei picked up Sang Rou, brushed her messy hair behind her shoulder, and gently kissed the corner of her eye, which was stained with bright red dye.

"You look good even when you cry," he said, kissing her passionately again.

The two of them knelt on the sofa, she rubbed his huge penis through her underwear, and he gently stroked the white mound between her legs.

He pulled down the elastic band of his underwear, revealing a corner of his penis to her, "Do you like it?"

"Mmm." She lowered her head and nodded slightly. He couldn't see her face, only her blushing ear tips betrayed her thoughts.

He took off his underwear.

"Rou Rou, try licking it." He led her delicate little hands to his penis, then pressed her head down.

Her face flushed, she licked the head of his penis, her little tongue sticking out and retracting, and suddenly she chuckled softly, "So hard."

He growled and laid her down again.

#Sang

Pei knelt between Sang Rou's wide-open legs, holding his massive penis between her labia, rubbing it back and forth. Sometimes, the penis would disobey and slide into her slippery little hole on its own, and he would pull it out and rub it against the outside of her labia.

"...Um, good brother, please spare your sister, don't torture me anymore." Her juices flowed out in gushes, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off. Her whole body felt numb and itchy, and the emptiness emanated from deep within her body. Yet, the person who could extinguish the fire wouldn't let her have an easy time.

He tentatively inserted half of his glans, and her vaginal muscles, like a starving man encountering the most delicious food, greedily clamped down on his glans, biting and refusing to let go. It felt as if a thousand tiny mouths were sucking on his glans and urethral opening, not missing a single detail.

"You're so cruel, are you trying to make me ejaculate right away?" He asked angrily, almost losing control of his ejaculation.

Sang Rou shook her head in embarrassment. She hadn't meant to; her vagina was far more wanton than she had imagined. She just wanted something to poke inside her, to loosen her muscles and bones, to bring her pleasure.

"I'm going all the way in." He wanted to break through that membrane as quickly as possible and bury himself completely inside her.

"Mmm..." she responded with a soft moan.

Sang Pei thrust forward, his penis leaving a trail of blood.

She tilted her head back slightly, her brows furrowed, her mouth wide open, revealing her pearly white teeth, and soft moans escaped her lips.

"Ah... hah... Pei-gege... brother... ahh... oh... good brother, you're so good, so comfortable..."

The pain only lasted a moment, followed by an overwhelming pleasure.

At first, he moved very slowly, slowly withdrawing and then slowly inserting, his eyes fixed on her facial expression, afraid she wouldn't be able to endure it.

"Feeling better?"

"Mmm." Her response sounded too much like a moan, so he could only nod again.

It should be said that it was too good to be true. He entered her, and the two semicircles finally merged into a circle, and she felt a sense of fulfillment.

Seeing her expression of enjoyment, her eyes seemed to be pleading with him to go faster, faster. He moved faster and faster, each thrust hitting the tenderest part of her flower core, then pulling out a little, then thrusting all the way out.

"Ah... Brother, brother..." she moaned with pleasure.

Later, the point where the two were joined even made a lewd squelching sound.

She crossed her arms in a slanted cross shape in front of her chest.

The most beautiful thing was the wave of her breasts.

Sang Rou lay on her back on the large bed, her hands involuntarily gripping the pillow tightly, her thighs in an M-shape kicking in the air, a man kneeling between her legs, holding her two calves, relentlessly fucking her flower cunt.

Suddenly, Sang Pei froze. Damn it, it wasn't that he didn't want to move, but her cunt gripped him tightly, greedily eating his penis, the walls of her cunt contracting rapidly, at a speed he found unbelievable.

"Roar!" He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, let out a low growl, and climaxed as she squeezed him.

His face was dark; he had only lasted a little over twenty minutes the first time, a great humiliation for him.

Sang Rou hadn't fully reached her climax when the pleasure abruptly ended. Although she was a little frustrated, she was more concerned about his condition.

She tentatively hugged him, saying things she didn't mean, "Brother Pei, you're so good, I'm already very comfortable."

Actually, she was still a little short, hanging in mid-air, not quite there. But seeing his expression, she didn't dare say it aloud.

29. Premature ejaculation? (Spicy)

On the red bed in the living room, a boy was on top of a girl, his waist moving powerfully, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air. The boy's temperament was somewhere between a boy and a man, his limbs long and strong but still somewhat immature. The girl was like a budding flower, her pretty face tinged with desire, moans rising and falling from her lips.

"Brother Pei, um, no more..." Her juices flowed uncontrollably, engulfing Sang Rou in a torrent of passion.

One snow-white thigh was wrapped around Sang Pei's waist, spread wide, while the other snow-white thigh rested on his shoulder. Her five adorable toes curled inwards. Overwhelmed by passion, her brows furrowed, her cheeks flushed.

Sang Pei worked tirelessly, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her nose, his breath spraying her face. He relentlessly plowed her, determined to avenge his earlier humiliation.

He had been forced to ejaculate prematurely by her tightness earlier, and this time he would

get his revenge. "Mmm... Brother, be gentle..." The most itchy spot inside her vagina was constantly being teased. At first, it felt pleasurable, like an electric shock coursing through her body, a powerful stimulation mixed with some pain, making her forget everything except his warmth and hardness inside her. But with such force, it started to hurt.

She felt as if she had been thrown heavily into the air and then crashed back down.

Sang Pei's face was flushed, and he had only one thought in his mind: to fuck her to pieces, to see if she would dare to tease him again, if she would dare to laugh at him.

"Brother, it really isn't premature ejaculation... umm..." she pleaded bitterly, begging for his mercy.

Hearing "premature ejaculation," the muscles in his arms bulged, and he tightened his grip on her waist, his cruelty deepening as he fiercely thrust into her tender flower.

A bolt of lightning struck, and she felt a wave of dizziness.

"No, no... brother, dear brother, I'm going to lose it, I'm going to lose it... oh..."

Their bodies were tightly intertwined, her vagina gripping his penis tightly, contracting and convulsing, his entire penis buried inside her.

She was sucking his penis, and he was sucking her mouth.

His penis bounced inside her, its firm hardness and slightly upward angle exceptionally clear.

"Brother, brother..."

In her ecstatic cries, he ejaculated his hot semen.

After their lovemaking, he asked, "Am I strong?"

"Strong."

Sang Rou lay naked and disheveled on the bed, her small red lips, rosy nipples, and swollen breasts rising and falling slightly with her breath. White spots dotted her lower abdomen, and the indentation between her legs was partially covered by a corner of the blanket. She truly was barely alive.

"Wasn't it amazing?"

"Amazing."

"Did you ejaculate prematurely?"

"...No." Thank goodness, she almost answered "premature ejaculation" to his question.

She was truly afraid of his petty nature.

"Then let's do it again."

He wanted to prove with his strength that his big rod could conquer her little pussy.

"Ha...Brother Pei, I feel a little unwell, I suddenly can't breathe."

Forgive her for feigning helplessness; she truly couldn't go on.

"Really?"

"Yes, yes." She nodded vigorously, tears welling in her eyes.

Why were her eyes always filled with tears? Because her love ran deep.

30. Raising a Wolf (Micro)

For a whole week, Sang Pei and Sang Rou huddled in their room, doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and making love.

"What did you tell your aunt and uncle?" Sang Rou asked.

She straddled her brother's lap, her delicate hands gripping his broad shoulders as she swayed up and down.

His large penis was swallowed and released by her vagina, sometimes revealing a small section of its thick base, sometimes completely submerged.

"I'll take you to another province," he replied calmly, wanting her to move on her own, but finding her too slow, he grabbed her slender waist with both hands and tossed her up and down.

"Mmm...mmm...ah..." Sang Rou rested her head on his shoulder, panting for a while before asking again, "Didn't she ask why?"

"No." Sang Pei took her nipple, which was bobbing up and down, into his mouth. It was so alluring; the nipple, the size of a red bean, was set against her white flesh, bright and beautiful.

"Hehe, Auntie must hate me to death. I slept with her precious son."

Aunt Sang had never really liked her. In fact, the only thing Aunt Sang cared about was her son. The thought that Auntie would one day find out that she had slept with her son made Sang Rou secretly happy.

He thrust upwards, and she let out a soft moan .

"Who slept with whom?" he asked. Their priorities were always different.

"You, you. Brother, you slept with me." She suppressed her lustful gaze and quickly put on a pitiful look. Even though he knew she was faking it, he was always the one who fell for it.

At noon, the winter sun rose, warm and comforting.

Sang Rou turned over in bed and heard her brother's voice on the phone.

"Who is it? What's the matter?"

Sang Pei was already dressed. He took a brand new set of winter clothes from the wardrobe, threw it on the bed, and gestured for Sang Rou to put it on.

"Get up. We've been gone for so long, we should go back."

"Hmm, don't get up, Brother Pei, help me get dressed." She pouted and stretched, acting coquettishly, "My back is so sore, it's all your fault."

#A

group of people were gathered in front of a specially made steel cage, and malicious laughter reached Sang Rou's ears.

Sang Rou went closer and saw that the cage contained a wolf cub. Its fur was black, and both of its front paws had been injured to varying degrees, but it did not back down. It stared fiercely at the malicious people around it, especially one of the men wearing an orange shirt and blue jeans.

Its amber eyes shone with a glassy light, always on guard and defensive. Its two black ears stood upright on its head, signifying that it would never compromise.

Beta. Sang Rou was shocked. How could she forget the mother wolf that had almost killed her?

"You beast, I'm going to rip your eyes out!" said the orange-clad man, Wan Jiasheng. He turned to grab his weapon.

"What are you looking at?" Sang Pei appeared behind her at some point.

"Brother Pei, this wolf..."

Sure enough, he understood her meaning as soon as he heard her words.

"What's wrong? You like it?"

"Yes, can I keep it?" This was his wolf, so majestic, yet now it was being toyed with in a small cage.

"Wan Jiasheng, where did you get this wolf?" Xiang Xuan asked, his arm around Wan Jiasheng's shoulder.

"Pah, this inhuman beast bit me." Wan Jiasheng said, showing Xiang Xuan his right hand, which was wrapped in a large white gauze. "My uncle brought it from the west. It's a genuine wild wolf cub. I originally wanted to raise it myself, but it didn't know what was good for it. I was just about to kill it today."

"Why didn't it bite off your dick so you can't have sex?" Xiang Xuan said with a grin. He and Wan Jiasheng were the only ones he knew well here, so he was the only one who could handle this. "This is a golf course, not a camping spot in the countryside. Killing a creature here would lower your standards. How about we make a deal? You give me this wolf cub, and I'll teach it a lesson for you."

Xiang Xuan punched Wan Jiasheng on the shoulder again and said, "Of course, brother, I won't let you suffer."

Xiang Xuan thought: Anyway, whatever he puts in now, he'll get back double from Sang Pei in the end, haha.

31.

Xiang Xuan, the "little wolf," pulled Wan Jiasheng aside and whispered, "Didn't you go around asking everyone for a bottle of '82 Lafite the other day? It's rare, and wine lovers are reluctant to part with it. Even if you had it, you probably wouldn't have that much money right now. Luckily, my dad has a bottle hidden away. I'll smuggle it out for you, and you can trade it for this 'little wolf.' Pretty good deal, right?"

"You dare?" Wan Jiasheng asked suspiciously. He couldn't help but be suspicious. Among the second and third generations of officials, the Xiang family undoubtedly had the strictest family discipline.

"I'll deliver the wine to your house tomorrow," Xiang Xuan said confidently.

"Deal!" Wan Jiasheng beamed. He had originally planned to kill off this "little wolf" in front of his friends today, but now, exchanging it for a bottle of good wine was even more worthwhile. Wan Jiasheng calculated in his mind that with this bottle of wine, that haughty, icy beauty would be at his feet.

#After

learning what Xiang Xuan had traded for Beta, Sang Rou asked worriedly, "Xuan, won't this get you into trouble?"

Fine wines require three things: a good origin, a good vintage, and a good winemaker. Actually, the 1982 Lafite grapes weren't the absolute best. Their value lies in the fact that when Parker rated the wines in 1982, he bet his entire career's honor that Lafite would become a great wine, and he didn't disappoint. Lafite later indeed became a world-class wine. The

1982 vintage holds special significance for wine lovers, and its decreasing quantity each year only adds to its rarity and value.

Xiang Xuan whispered in Sang Rou's ear, "Let me tell you a secret, my old man has several bottles. He won't notice if one is missing."

"It's not a joke if Uncle Xiang finds out you stole something," Sang Rou said.

"Taking your own things isn't stealing," Xiang Xuan waved his hand, then said to Yuan Sili, "Hehe, if I can't get into my own home for the next month, Da Tou, you'll have to take me in."

At this moment, a waiter from the golf course brought over the wolf cage and handed it to Xiang Xuan, who then passed it on to Sang Rou.

Sang Rou was about to reach out to touch Beta's wounds when Sang Pei stopped her.

"I'll do it, it bites."

Sang Pei opened the cage, and the little wolf raised its misty amber eyes and whimpered at him, as if it had seen a long-lost relative.

"Brother, it seems to really like you." Seeing Beta's affection for her brother, Sang Rou couldn't help but marvel at the intelligence of animals, so she said, "Shall we call it Beta?"

"Mm."

Sang Pei stroked Beta's fur, and Beta immediately stuck out its warm tongue to lick his palm. He called softly, "Beta."

Beta immediately shook its head and rubbed against his palm.

"It seems to have a special connection with me," Sang Pei said. "I'll take it to get bandaged up first. "

With that, Sang Rou picked up the box and had a servant lead the way to the medical staff.

After Sang Rou left, Xiang Xuan nudged Sang Pei's chest with his hand and grinned mischievously, "You two are together?"

As he spoke, he made a circle with his left hand and poked his right index finger into it.

Although he used a questioning tone, it seemed that Xiang Xuan had already made up his mind.

Sang Pei took a sip of red wine, but smiled without saying a word.

"A-Pei, you're so reserved, but I didn't expect you to be so decisive. I could tell from the way Xiao Rou walks that she's been with a man."

Yuan Sili tapped Xiang Xuan, "How can you be so lewd?"

But then, Yuan Sili raised his glass to Sang Pei, "A-Pei, congratulations. Xiao Rou just turned 16 not long ago, right? Don't bully her too much."

Sang Pei returned the toast, accepted the congratulations, and said, "Thank you."

"Have you told her yet? You're going to Stanford Business School soon." Yuan Sili added.

"..."

At this moment, Sang Rou came back and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Her smiling eyes silently questioned her brother.

32. Calm down.

The towering skyscrapers receded into the distance. Sang Rou sat in the passenger seat, humming a country love song. Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a hint of barely perceptible sweetness. Sometimes, when she thought of something, a smile would appear on her lips, and she would steal a glance at Sang Pei, who seemed focused on driving.

The car suddenly stopped. Sang Pei stared ahead silently, actually considering what to say.

Sang Rou turned her head and smiled at Sang Pei. "Brother, are you going to buy something?"

His hands on the steering wheel tightened unconsciously, and his voice suddenly became a little dry. "Xiao Rou, I have something to tell you."

This was such a cruel thing. He didn't want to hurt her, but in the end, he still hurt her.

Seeing his furrowed brows, Sang Rou suddenly had a bad feeling, but she still smiled and said softly and coquettishly, "I don't want to hear bad news."

Reality is reality, and it can't be ignored by running away.

"I'm going to America."

Sang Rou felt as if she had been hit on the head, and her mind went blank. How could that be? They'd only been together a short time, they were deeply in love, she'd only just tasted the sweetness of love, things were so perfect...

He loved her, and she loved him, they'd only just confessed their feelings to each other.

"...Did your aunt send you?" It was entirely possible her aunt had high hopes

for her son. She tried every excuse she could think of, but he kept puncturing it.

"No, I'll be going to Stanford Business School in the US in six months. My parents don't know yet. I was planning to tell them tonight, but I wanted to tell you first so you could prepare."

"You're not taking the college entrance exam?"

No, she didn't believe it, it was impossible.

She suddenly realized, "Impossible, you're lying, you liar! Stanford Business School is an MBA graduate school, you have no chance of getting in."

It wasn't that she looked down on his abilities, but although Stanford Business School wasn't one of the Ivy League schools, its prestige was higher than the Ivy League schools, its acceptance rate was the lowest in the US, surpassing even Harvard Business School, and its annual enrollment in the Asia-Pacific region was extremely limited. He was just a high school senior about to take the college entrance exam; he didn't have the necessary qualifications.

Sang Pei had already anticipated this situation, and it was the last thing he wanted to see.

"A year ago, by chance, I met Professor Chris. He's not only a Nobel laureate in economics but also an honorary professor at Stanford Business School. We've been in contact via email for the past year, discussing several issues, and he's willing to recommend me to go directly to business school. They don't care much about diplomas, as long as you have enough ability. You know, I already finished my university studies at home," Sang Pei explained in a deep voice.

"How could you do such a thing? What do you take me for? You bastard, you vampire, you demon, you deserve to go to the eighteenth level of hell..." She pounded his chest, wanting to ask him why he slept with her if that was the case, why he seduced her into this mess. Was she the only one caught in the web of love, and he was just watching her suffer?

But she couldn't bring herself to ask; otherwise, she would lose even the last shred of her self-respect.

"Xiao Rou, calm down," he suddenly grabbed her hand, stopping her haphazard beating.

"Let me go! I don't want to calm down! I'm going to kill you! I hate you!" Just when she thought she was at her happiest, his words shattered her illusions.

Tears streamed down her face like broken beads; her heart ached terribly. The humiliation and bullying she had endured in her past life hadn't been as painful as his torment.

She didn't care about those people, but she… loved him. She loved him.

His words could decide whether she went to heaven or hell.

"Enough! I don't want to leave you either!" he roared, stopping her madness. He then shoved the fruit knife from the windshield into her hand, calmly saying, "Hitting me is too much trouble. Wouldn't it be enough to just stab me to death?"

Sang Rou flung the burning hot knife onto the carpet, her face blank. Suddenly, large tears streamed down her face again. She buried her face between her legs, weeping silently.

33. Turning around, I like to

approach from behind (outdoors, intense H). The Cayenne blocked the other vehicles behind, and honking, seemingly asking questions, rose in waves.

Sang Pei restarted the car and floored the accelerator. The Cayenne finally stopped atop a deserted mountain. The winding, long road and dense undergrowth gave it a slightly familiar feel.

"Do you remember this place?" Sang Pei asked. "The place where we were kidnapped, the place where we almost lost our lives. If we had been just a little less lucky, we would have become a pair of fugitives."

Sang Rou raised her red, rabbit-like eyes and looked around.

"A year ago, this place was transformed into a mountain road, and occasionally street racers would come here. But the matter wasn't over. Your biological parents hid a huge treasure. As the saying goes, 'possessing a treasure is a crime,' and after their deaths, malicious people set their sights on you."

"Including your parents?" She was still angry with him, and her words were even more merciless and furious.

"Yes, including my parents," he said calmly. "They adopted you only to profit from you, I won't deny that. The Sang Group has been corrupt for many years, constantly shifting assets around. To maintain the facade of a large corporation, my father started resorting to underhanded methods. Your father and my father are related by blood beyond three generations. Based on this relationship, he adopted you and, incidentally, took over all the assets your parents left you, appropriating them for himself."

"I knew all that," she said, reluctant to speak harshly to him. She felt the pain in her heart, and then added, seemingly to comfort him, "There are gains and losses, I understand."

She didn't want his self-reproach.

If someone else had adopted her, the outcome would have been the same, perhaps even worse.

"I'll get back all the assets my father took from you," Sang Pei said. "If only things were that simple. Your father has hidden a treasure. Few people know about it, but it's not like there aren't any. The kidnapping back then was a sequel to that treasure. I'm not strong enough, at least not strong enough to protect you."

Listening quietly to him, she touched the thin fog on the car window. It was cold outside, and the air conditioning was on in the car, creating a thick layer of condensation on the windows.

Looking at her reflection in the window, she recalled their childhood playful fights. Back then, she hadn't felt anything, but now she felt an overwhelming sweetness. Her heart softened, but she still stubbornly maintained her composure.

"Stop making excuses for yourself. If you want to go abroad, then go. What's with using me as an excuse?"

She didn't want anything, just his company. She didn't want that much money either; enough was fine. More would just give her too many choices.

"Just consider this my excuse. I asked Wanli to take care of you." Sang Pei straightened her face, making her look at him, and said seriously, "When I'm not around, you're not allowed to look at any other man."

"I'll find a boyfriend as soon as you leave." Sang Rou's pretty eyes widened, her red eyes glaring at him fiercely.

Sang Pei chuckled, pressing his forehead against hers. "I don't believe you."

Where did he get such confidence? Sang Rou felt another wave of annoyance. Because he was right; even when he wasn't around, she couldn't go against her heart and be with another man.

She bit his lower lip, which was so close to hers, and pouted, "Waaah, you bastard!"

"Yes, I am a bastard."

"Bastard, I hate you."

"No, you love me."

Sang Pei moved his hand, lowered the seat, and pressed her down, his tongue entering her mouth, tempting her, "Have you missed me?"

At the same time, he pulled her small hand to his bulging, hot crotch.

"No," Sang Rou breathed slightly. She really hadn't; this morning he had held her waist and made her straddle him.

"Then I missed you," Sang Pei murmured.

His tongue was like a cunning little snake, ravaging her mouth, licking every pearly tooth, then coiling around her tongue and dancing with it. What was wrong with him? He seemed to be drinking the saliva from her mouth like a thirsty man, then transferring his own saliva into her mouth, and finally, he wasn't satisfied, sticking his thick tongue into her throat, the slight stimulation making her whole body go weak.

Sang Rou's waist trembled, a tingling sensation spreading through her, and she let out a soft "Mmm."

She was wearing a fitted coat and a short gray skirt, her thighs encased in thick black stockings.

He reached inside her coat, his hand on her breasts, and with the other, he pulled down her stockings, touching her vulva through her panties, exclaiming, "So cute, here, here, all so cute."

"It's so hot." Sang Rou's breathing became increasingly rapid; the air conditioning in the car was too strong. Her supple body writhed restlessly on the seat, her breasts swaying slightly beneath her coat.

Sang Pei's large hand slipped inside her thigh; the skin there was incredibly soft, and he caressed it lovingly.

"Let's go outside, hold me," he said.

Sang Rou looked at him with misty eyes, her strength drained away, and obediently placed her hands on his neck.

He lifted her out of the car and placed her on the hood.

Sang Rou hadn't taken off her coat, so she didn't feel cold, but her black stockings were half-pulled down, hanging precariously on her thighs. Underneath her skirt, besides a thin lace panty, there was nothing else, like a draft had been let in. The lace panty was semi-transparent, and the dark shape between her legs could be vaguely seen.

"Still wearing pink thongs, did you wear them especially for me?" Sang Pei whistled happily.

They really were for him, but of course she couldn't say such a shameless thing.

"No way," she protested coquettishly, blushing.

"Turn around, I like it from behind," he said excitedly.

34. Brother, don't fuck so hard (spicy, intense H)

In the dark wilderness, atop the mountain, a cold wind blew in gusts, occasionally small whirlwinds rising and creaking the bare branches.

In the freezing cold, a couple, oblivious to the danger, were engaged in a passionate encounter in the open. Their soft, seductive moans and low, playful whispers swirled in the air, drifting away into the distance.

Sang Pei, mindful of Sang Rou's well-being, dared not remove her coat, only half-removing her stockings; her thong was practically invisible.

He knew in his heart that Sang Rou had dressed like this especially to please him, and his love for her grew even stronger.

Sang Rou sat on the car hood. When her brother told her to turn around, she resisted, reaching out her hands and saying sweetly, "No, I like looking at you, I want a hug."

Sang Pei helplessly embraced Sang Rou; he was powerless against her coquettishness. Ultimately, it was a result of his years of spoiling her. It wasn't like this before; he used to enjoy teasing her. Now that she was older, he felt even more reluctant. He said affectionately, "You..."

This gentle remark made the atmosphere between them even more intimate, a soft warmth enveloping them.

A thin string couldn't completely cover her vulva. After the initial visual feast, he saw several shocking bloodstains on her vulva, tightly bound by the string. He couldn't help but feel heartache, gently touching the bloodstains and saying, "If the thong is uncomfortable, don't wear it next time."

"Okay," Sang Rou replied. Although the thong looked nice, she really wasn't used to wearing it. The string was always restless, slipping back and forth between her legs, making her genuinely uncomfortable.

Sang Pei had already bent down, his head sliding under her skirt.

It was too dark to see clearly, so he took out his phone from his pocket and shone it on that mysterious place.

During Sang Pei's caresses, a little bit of her vaginal fluid had flowed out, just enough to wet the string, staining it a deeper color than before. The pink had turned into a magenta after being stained by the fluid.

The string was just wedged between her labia, forcibly opening the bud. Normally, these two labia were always tightly closed like a mimosa, impossible to open without a man's caresses.

The petals were a shade deeper than usual, and Sang Pei joked, "Xiao Rou, this is all thanks to me! Without my tireless care, how could it be so alluring to men at first glance?"

He curled his long, calloused fingers, lightly brushing the petals like feathers.

Sang Rou's two long legs rested on his shoulders, slightly convulsing, her toes curling upwards uncontrollably from her brother's caresses. Her hands braced against the hood, her head tilted back, and she moaned unabashedly.

"Brother, up there... mmm... touch my nipples too." She dared to utter such lewd words only because there was no one else on the mountaintop, only the screeching of birds.

"No, you can't take off your top."

His rough fingers brushed across the inside of her thighs, untying the thin rope. He used both his mouth and hands to caress her exquisite vulva, sometimes pressing his tongue against her clitoris, sometimes licking her labia repeatedly, sometimes gently nibbling at the tender flesh with his teeth... As she cried, a large gush of clear, lustful fluid was swallowed into his mouth.

He stood up again, kissed away her tears of joy, and asked, "Was brother serving you well?"

Sang Rou's throat was dry and hoarse, and she nodded like a chick pecking at rice. The small climax she had just experienced made her desire even more urgent. After the small volcano erupted, a large volcano erupted. Her vulva spasmed uncontrollably, and the convulsing flesh contracted repeatedly. She wanted... wanted...

Sang Pei saw all her reactions and couldn't help but smile, saying, "Now it's your turn to serve brother. Get down." Sang

Rou was more than happy to oblige and quickly hugged his neck.

Sang Pei lifted Sang Rou off the hood of the car and placed her hands on a large, leafless tree by the asphalt roadside. This tree was peculiar; its numerous branches all extended upwards, except for one that grew downwards, then rose again about a meter from the ground, forming a strange "V" shape. Sang Pei had already noticed this advantageous spot, placing one of Sang Rou's legs on the "V"-shaped branch, making it easier for him to manipulate her.

"Rou Rou," he called to her, then, guided by his massive member, thrust it into her from behind.

Sang Rou felt the thick member slowly tear open her vagina, the walls of her flesh being squeezed open. The agonizing itch wasn't relieved by the large member; instead, it intensified.

She gripped the tree trunk tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the effort. One slender, white leg was still draped over the trunk, her thong and stockings hanging from the ankle protruding from the tree. The pink thong and black stockings fluttered in the wind as she moaned wantonly, "Brother, harder... mmm..."

Sang Pei never skimped on her, thrusting in and out like a pile driver, sometimes pulling out bright red flesh from his vulva with his glans.

His waist moved like an engine, and Sang Rou couldn't take it anymore. Her fingers, which were digging into the tree trunk, bled from the pressure on her delicate fingertips.

"Brother, mmm...that's enough, you've reached the bottom...no...no, don't play like this, Xiaorou really can't take it anymore..."

"I see you're enjoying it, lying, aren't you? Fine, I'll definitely teach you a lesson."

From Sang Pei's perspective, the vulva and the penis were completely integrated. When he was fully inserted into her body, not even a slit could be seen; they were perfectly aligned. When he pulled out, the ugly, huge penis was tightly gripped and held back by the exquisite vulva.

The temperature inside the beautiful vulva was scalding hot; that was true ultimate pleasure. It felt like countless tiny mouths were sucking on every part of the penis like a baby nursing, and the layers of folds were squeezing his penis.

"No, it's getting bigger and bigger, it's so uncomfortable, mmm...ah..."

The shape and temperature of the huge penis inside her had reached a level beyond common sense. She was afraid that the next second, their point of union would explode from the heat.

"The bigger you get, the more you like it, don't you? Look, you're getting more and more wet." Listening carefully, there really was the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

"Brother, don't fuck me so hard, mmm, be gentle, it'll break me."

Sang Rou's head was pressed against the tree trunk, her delicate face rubbing against the rough bark. Suddenly, she woke up and screamed, "Wait, why do I hear footsteps?"

"You're mistaken." Sang Pei lied, panting. With his hearing, it was indeed a group of people coming up the mountain, but they were still a short distance away, so he didn't think much of it.

"No, separate me, I don't believe you, I don't want it anymore." A huge fear enveloped Sang Rou. She struggled desperately, afraid that someone would see her body.

"There really isn't anyone." Sang Pei was in the midst of immense pleasure, and it was already a good thing that he could coax her so gently.

"Waaah, separate me, I really don't want it anymore, waaah, I don't want it..." Her whole body tensed up because of fear, and her fair face was wet with tears.

This time, the tears streaming down Sang Rou's face were not tears of passion, but tears of fear.

35. Someone's Coming (Qingshui)

As the voices of the strange men drew closer, Sang Rou's fear reached its peak. They were just a hair's breadth away, about to burst. Her head felt like an inflating balloon about to explode.

If someone approached, they would immediately see a petite girl pressed against a tree trunk, her trembling body unable to withstand the penetration of the neatly dressed boy behind her—or rather, the man, for his features had matured, his youthful innocence completely gone, his broad shoulders capable of bearing the weight of responsibility.

"Ugh, someone's coming…hmph…"

"Hmph…" He sighed deeply.

Sang Pei's abdomen pressed against her buttocks, his entire penis buried inside her, awaiting the final climax. Her beautiful vagina cooperated perfectly, imprisoning the massive penis without leaving a single gap, its layers of flesh enveloping it.

A dazzling flash of lightning stung Sang Rou's mind; she felt as if she had died a little.

At the last moment, Sang Pei carried the dizzy woman back to the car and sped away.

His semen was still inside her, some milky white running down her thighs, thankfully covered by her skirt.

Sang Rou took off her wet thong and stuffed it into his pocket, then put on thick black stockings—it was too cold. As for the semen inside her, she planned to clean it up when she got home. Seeing the smile on his lips, she said irritably, "You're still smiling, still smiling! I hate you!"

Sang Pei winked mischievously and said, "That last squeeze was so tight, it almost broke."

"You bastard, next time… next time, if you dare do that again…" She raised her hand, as if to hit him.

Sang Pei ruffled her hair and said amusedly, "Silly girl, what are you thinking? I won't let other men see you naked, and neither will any woman."

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Sang Rou tentatively suggested, "…I've thought it over, I want to go to America with you."

"I'll think about it," Sang Pei said after a moment's thought.

"I want to be with you."

"Get well first, then we'll talk about other things."

#

Near the end of the year, Sang Pei accompanied his father to the Sang Group's year-end banquet.

The annual year-end banquet was a lavish affair for the company. After all the senior executives and employees had signed in, the banquet officially began.

The opening was a harp performance by a stunningly beautiful young woman in white, the elegant music echoing in the golden hall. Then, Sang Pei's father gave a speech and toasted the guests.

Reporters were allowed to attend this kind of event, but those who did arrive were all trusted journalists who had undergone rigorous screening by the public relations department.

During the Q&A session, flashbulbs went off incessantly, and the questions from the reporters were generally harmonious until a discordant voice appeared.

"As a well-known listed group in China, the Sang Group had an employee claim yesterday that tires produced by the rival Kaya Company posed a safety hazard. However, Kaya Company's technical department immediately issued a statement refuting the claim, officially stating that it was untrue and that they would severely punish the rumor-monger through legal means. This has created a tire scandal with a very negative impact. As the head of the Sang Group, what is your view on this, Chairman Sang?"

"This was just an internal act by one of our employees, and we have already taken disciplinary measures." Mr. Sang interrupted the reporter with a single sentence. The public relations manager, wiping sweat frequently, quickly gestured for a trusted reporter to ask questions.

"What kind of disciplinary measures?" The reporter didn't miss this opportunity; if nothing unexpected happened, tomorrow's headline would be his company's.

"No comment." Mr. Sang frowned.

In the VIP lounge, Sang Pei's hands rested on the mahogany table, his face stern. "Dad, do you still think this is the old way, throwing out a 'no comment' to dismiss the reporters?"

"Hold a press conference immediately." 01-15 36, I'll Listen to You (Shimizu)

"Hold a press conference immediately, tell the truth, and explain the whole story clearly." Sang Pei's words were firm and resolute.

After these words, a brief silence fell over the lounge. Those present included not only Sang's father, but also the Zeng family, whose holdings were second only to the Sang family, several other major directors, and the head of public relations.

"What should we say?" Sang's father frowned and asked after a moment of contemplation.

"Admit our mistakes and issue a public apology," Sang Pei said without hesitation.

"No way! What will you do to the reputation of the Sang Group?" Zeng Youliang immediately objected. He looked to be in his late twenties, a graduate of a prestigious university. He was only a mid-level manager in the Sang Group, and the reason he was sitting in this private room was because his father was the second-largest shareholder.

"Apei, how can you speak to your father like that? A press conference isn't something you can just decide to do. One wrong move could cause huge damage to the Sang Group's reputation. Can you bear the consequences?" Zeng Xian, his white hair hanging low, tapped his cane on the ground. His face was etched with wrinkles, but his eyes were sharp and piercing.

Sang Pei looked at his father, waiting for his response.

Sang's father stood up and said in a flat voice, "This matter needs to be discussed and decided by the board of directors. Go out, the party is reaching its climax."

"The little wolf cub has grown up and thinks he has the world at his feet. Little does he know that there are cheetahs and tigers in the outside world. Apei, you still need to be tempered," Zeng Xian whispered as he passed by Sang Pei.

Everyone else had already left, and when only the Sang father and son remained in the private room, Sang Pei said, "Dad, you should know what measures are best for the Sang family."

The father, exasperated, glared at his son, "So what if I know? Do you think it's still the same as before? The Sang family is a one-man show. My words don't carry the same weight anymore. I asked you to come back and help me, but you complained that the Sang family was in your way and kept delaying. Look at other families, father and son fight side by side. You only have two choices now: return to the company after you finish your studies in America, then you'll have the right to interfere in company decisions. I'll also support you in holding a press conference now; otherwise, don't say anything more."

With that, the father opened the door and left. Only Sang

Pei remained in the private room, his fists clenched, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

#In

Sang Rou's bedroom, Sang Pei lay on her bed with his eyes closed and fully clothed. Sang Rou poured some pure plant essence into her palm, went over, and gently massaged his temples in circular motions.

"Have you run into some serious trouble?" Sang Rou rarely saw her brother look so troubled.

"Dad has talked to me a few times recently, asking me to help out at the company." He let out a long sigh of relief, and after a while, he said,

"Brother, don't you want to go?"

"Well, I've seen the Sang family's accounts for the past few years, and they're a complete mess. We're in an era of great social change, with emerging high-tech industries rising rapidly, while several of the Sang family's businesses have become veritable sunset industries. Rather than stirring up a stagnant pool, I'd rather start from scratch and create my own empire."

Sang Pei emphasized the words "a complete mess. "

Sang Rou shook her head, her gentle movements continuing, and said, "I don't understand, but I'll support you no matter what you do. Besides, I think you're so capable, you can succeed at anything, even taking over the Sang family isn't a big deal."

"Heh..." Sang Pei was about to laugh at her for being blinded by love and overconfident in him when he heard Sang Qi's voice coming from the corridor. He quickly got up and picked up a Freud psychology novel from the bookshelf.

There was no way around it; Sang Rou's bookshelf was full of psychological novels like this.

"Sister, sister, I want to show you something." Sang Qi pushed open the door and entered. "Ah, brother, you're here too!"

"Yeah, I'm borrowing a book from Xiao Rou. You two chat, I'll go back first." "This

is the first time brother has explained what he's doing to me. It's so strange." Sang Qi looked at Sang Rou in confusion.

"Xiao Qi, don't be so afraid of your brother. Apart from teasing you when you were little, he's always very protective of you outside."

Sang Qi stuck out her tongue and said coquettishly, "I'm used to it. Who told him to bully me when we were little?"

#The

next day, Sang Pei drove Sang Rou to the vet to see the injured Beta.

As soon as the black, streamlined Ferrari drove out of the Sang family's iron gate, it was surrounded by a swarm of reporters, making it impossible to move.

Flashes of light kept going off outside the car window, and even though the windows blocked their view, the reporters kept trying to peek inside.

To prevent Sang Rou from being exposed and affecting her future normal life, Sang Pei took off his double-breasted long coat and put it over Sang Rou's head.

"Stay in the car and don't come out."

He stepped out of the car wearing only a light blue British-style wool sweater, immediately engulfed by a barrage of questions from reporters.

"Mr. Sang, what's your opinion on the sharp drop in Sang Group's shares at the opening bell today?"

"Will you, like your father, answer 'no comment'?"

"What about…"

"Mr. Sang…"

Sang Pei glanced around at the dense crowd surrounding him and said, "How can I answer like this? Can you please quiet down for a moment?"

37. Brother, You're the Best (Clear Water, Bonus Chapter)

The early morning in the suburbs was crisp, but the lingering mist hadn't completely dissipated, and a cold wind blew in gusts.

To prevent malicious peeping, Sang Pei had already taken off his coat and draped it over Sang Rou's head, standing outside the car in only a thin light blue sweater. However, his strong physique and proud, upright posture showed no signs of timidity.

Moreover, he was a head taller than most of the reporters present, giving him a clear advantage as he was surrounded in the center.

After the reporters quieted down, Sang Pei began to speak: "Thank you all very much for your concern for the Sang Group and my father. I will respond to the questions you have been asking about to the best of my knowledge. The company dismissed the employee who spread the rumors before yesterday. His irresponsible remarks not only damaged the image of the Kaya Group but also seriously damaged the image of the Sang Group. We will formulate a response strategy today and work with the Kaya Group to overcome this difficulty. The reputational damage caused to the company by this employee will also be handled by the legal department..."

Before Sang Pei could finish speaking, an impatient reporter interrupted him: "Mr. Sang, by pushing all the responsibility onto an ordinary employee, haven't you considered that he is also a victim? Without instructions from higher-ups, how dare he make such statements?" His words

were echoed by most of the reporters.

Sang Pei said, "This isn't about shirking responsibility; it's simply the truth. My father said he had no comment last night for this very reason. The company had been gathering information until today, and before things were fully clear, my father didn't want to make any meaningless statements. Now, the truth has been fully investigated. Someone will definitely step forward to take responsibility, and our detailed information gathering is complete. This afternoon, the Sang Group will hold a press conference to let the evidence speak for itself. We welcome everyone to attend." "

Of course, as a former employee of the Sang Group, this employee disregarded the company's reputation, exposing many problems with the Sang Group's management system. The Sang Group will continue to improve its employee management system."

"We hope everyone will continue to supervise us."

"Now, could you please make way for me? I have urgent business to attend to."

The reporters quickly moved aside; the information contained in Mr. Sang's statement was truly immense.

Inside the Ferrari, Sang Rou draped her coat over her brother and asked doubtfully, "Brother, didn't you say you didn't want to..."

Sang Pei focused on driving, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and replied, "Didn't you say that I would succeed no matter what I do?"

"Because there are things I care about, I will definitely do my best," he said firmly.

"That's true..." Sang Rou paused. Even if she didn't understand economics, she was someone who had lived a second life and knew that maintaining the status quo was more difficult than starting a business, especially in this era of great social change. If the Sang Group didn't change, it would soon be out of the economic tide.

But then she immediately thought of the vast fortune her family had in the Bern Trust in Switzerland. No matter what he did, she had enough financial resources to support him. She was just afraid that with his arrogance, he wouldn't accept her help... But it didn't matter. Helping someone was easy. So she said, "Yes, no matter what you do, I believe in you."

Sang Rou said trustingly, "Brother, you're the best." She even clenched her fist as she spoke.

"Hmm, I would like it even more if you said that in bed," Sang Pei said.

Sang Rou blushed bright red, seemingly lost in thought.

38. My Brother is So Good (Qingshui)

The high-end pet hospital was fully equipped with medical equipment, including a separate operating room, diagnostic room, laboratory, boarding room, etc., making it no less than a human hospital.

Here, there's no service your pet can't imagine, no service your pet can't get.

The nurse led Sang Rou and Sang Pei to a private room, smiling apologetically before opening the door. "I'm sorry, Mr. and Ms. Sang, because Beta has been uncooperative and even bit one of our medical staff, we have to temporarily confine it to this room. It's wild and difficult to train, so please be careful when you go in."

Actually, since its establishment, the hospital has mostly handled expensive cats and dogs, and quite a few snakes, but this was the first time they'd seen a wild wolf, especially an untrained wolf cub. Everyone was initially a little surprised.

But then they thought, rich people have all sorts of fun when they're bored, and they probably don't even care about their own lives, so they weren't surprised anymore. As for the medical staff, they just needed to do their jobs; they only needed to do less and say less about anything else.

Beta wasn't just confined to a room; more accurately, it was confined to a small cage within the room.

It had been lying listlessly at the bottom of the cage, its bright red tongue licking its fur absently. But the moment it saw Sang Pei, it raised its head, leaned forward, and whimpered softly, looking pitiful and endearing. Its two small, fleshy black ears twitched from side to side, making it look more like a dog than a dog. But

when it looked at Sang Rou, it was a completely different story. Beta's amber eyes still flickered, watching her warily. After a while, seeing her standing close to Sang Pei, that bloodthirsty glint slowly faded.

Sang Rou sighed inwardly. Animals were indeed the most spiritual beings; it only wanted to be close to Sang Pei.

Her brother was its true master, the master recognized by its bloodline.

Sang Rou said to the nurse, "Give us the cage key, you can leave now. You don't need to worry about this anymore."

The nurse hesitated, "Should we call the animal trainers for you two? After all…"

"No need, you can leave," Sang Pei coldly interrupted her.

Sang Rou frowned as well. Although she knew it shouldn't be done, she still harbored some resentment towards the hospital for locking Beta in the small cage without asking the owner's permission. Whatever she did to Beta, she should have asked the owner's opinion first.

Sang Rou opened the cage, carefully picked up Beta, gently stroked its fur, and then smiled at her brother, "Brother, look, it doesn't dislike me."

As she said this, Beta turned and jumped off Sang Rou's lap. It turned out it wanted to pee, but couldn't dodge in time, and some wolf urine still dripped onto Sang Rou's trouser leg. Beta

awkwardly finished urinating in the corner of the cage, then covered its face with its two chubby front paws, too shy to look at Sang Pei.

"Ah, Beta, why are you so naughty?"

Sang Rou took out a tissue to wipe away the urine, while Sang Pei watched with amusement.

"Haha."

She picked up Beta again, glanced at its hindquarters, and exclaimed as if discovering a wonderland, "Brother, Beta is actually a little girl!"

She then said to Beta, "You're so fierce, how will you ever get married?"

Thinking of Beta's favoritism towards Sang Pei, she seemed to understand something and said to her brother, "No wonder it likes you so much." "

It's so biased." She touched its little ears; after their encounter over urine earlier, it had become much more affectionate towards her. But the most important reason was probably that Sang Pei had been holding her shoulder the whole time, and it was familiar with and preferred his scent.

Sang Pei reached out to tease Beta, pointing at Sang Rou and saying, "Call her Mom."

"Awooo!" The little wolf actually howled twice.

"Call her Dad." Sang Rou pointed at Sang Pei and imitated him, but the little wolf turned its head away, completely ignoring her.

"Damn it, Beta, how can you be so sexist?" Sang Rou complained softly.

"Haha."

39. Add five more girls (spicy, group sex)

The winter sun filled the room with a warm temperature, the air was a little cold, but also a little warm.

Even just staying in the room quietly, without saying a word, as long as she was by her brother's side, Sang Rou felt at ease.

"Brother, shall we raise Beta in the back mountain?" she said.

"I'll talk to Mom." Sang Pei put his arm around her shoulder and nodded.

The golden sunlight shone on her hair tie, the fine down on her fair face was clearly visible, and her smooth and delicate skin was so smooth that you couldn't even see the pores.

"Smack," she kissed her brother on the face, and said in a silly and enthusiastic way, "Brother is so good."

Sang Pei touched the wet spot on his face, his heart warmed, and he raised his eyebrows, "So enthusiastic, aren't you afraid I'll just do it to you here?"

"Not here," she winked at him charmingly, "I'll do it to you when we get back."

His lower abdomen was burning, and this time he was hard as a rock.

Beta will remain at the hospital for observation for a few more days, and we'll take it back in a week. Sang Rou suggested letting Beta out of its cage; keeping it in the room was the limit of her tolerance.

Sang Pei, aroused, originally wanted to go back to their love nest to vent, but on the way, Yuan Sili called him to the villa where their friends often stayed. Those

present were all from the same circle, with similar backgrounds and social standing. Some went upstairs to discuss business, while others enjoyed themselves on the first floor.

Sang Rou disliked the atmosphere on the first floor and followed Sang Pei upstairs.

Unexpectedly, when the group came downstairs after their meeting, they were greeted by a scene of debauchery and lewdness.

Three couples, half-undressed, were either sitting or lying on the sofa, or rolling around on the carpet.

On the sofa, a woman wearing a light yellow blouse over a peach-colored bra and panties, connected by silver rings, straddled a man. One leg was raised high and wrapped around his waist, her panties flared out, revealing a few stray black hairs. The man, shirtless, grasped the woman's breasts with both hands.

Upon closer inspection, the man was none other than Xiang Xuan.

On the other side, on a white, handmade wool carpet, a woman in a silver-gray, low-cut V-neck dress sat on the carpet, her hands on the floor, moaning softly. The silver-gray silk dress clung to her skin. A man gently pulled the V-neck aside, revealing her full, white breasts, which were braless. Her large, pink nipples stood erect. The man buried his face between her breasts, sucking on one and then the other, seemingly without end.

On a small sofa nearby, another woman in a tropical beach sundress straddled a man, rubbing her crotch against his groin, her hips moving seductively.

Sang Rou saw everything in the hall in one glance. Her stomach churned, and acid rose in her throat.

Sang Pei immediately covered Sang Rou's eyes with her hands, but it was too late; she had seen it all.

"It's only been ten minutes, and they're already at it," said a lean young man on the second floor. He then took off his coat and went downstairs to join the fray, shouting as he went, "These three girls aren't enough. Call another five right now. It's rare that all of my childhood friends are here today."

40. Please, really, no more (slight)

"These three girls aren't enough. Call another five right now. It's rare that all of my childhood friends are here today."

Wan Jiasheng was a master of the sex games, and he liked to play low-level games, the more vulgar the better. His words clearly indicated he wanted to start a group sex session.

Yuan Sili chuckled softly, his deep, pleasant voice instantly soothing. "Jiasheng, have fun, we're going back now."

"Tch, boring. Xiang Xuan's family has strict rules, but he's still having a blast," Wan Jiasheng said, pointing at Xiang Xuan who was taking off his pants.

Sang Rou's stomach cramped again. Sang Pei sensed something was wrong, covered her eyes with one hand and put his arm around her shoulder with the other, half-carrying her towards the back door. If they went through the front door, they would inevitably pass through the heated battlefield of passion.

"Oh dear, look at my head! Little Rou is still here. I really don't know how to cherish a lady." Wan Jiasheng reached out and touched Sang Rou's arm, exaggeratingly saying, "Little Rou, are you alright? Do you want to go to your room and rest?"

Sang Pei took a step back while half-carrying Sang Rou and said coldly, "No need, I'll take her back first."

Seeing that these people were determined to leave, there was no point in forcing them to stay. Wan Jiasheng waved his hand and laughed lewdly, "Then let's play together again next time."

As soon as they left the villa, Sang Rou pushed her brother away, staggered to the trash can, and clutched her throat to vomit.

"Take Xiao Rou to the hospital to see a doctor first." Yuan Sili said worriedly.

"I'll go with her. You guys go back first." Sang Pei said to Yuan Sili and the group behind him.

"We were too careless today, forgetting about Wan Jiasheng's feelings for Xiaorou. Damn it, knowing Xiaorou was a girl, he still did this. He did it deliberately to disgust her," Yuan Sili said regretfully.

"I have my own plans," Sang Pei said.

After Sang Pei and Yuan Sili's group left, Wan Jiasheng's lewd smile vanished, replaced by a cold smirk. He went up to a table tennis room on the third floor.

A man, touching a white ball, leaned against the edge of the table tennis table, looking at Wan Jiasheng and saying, "I just saw Sang Rou again. When are you going to get her into my bed?"

This man was Bai Yutang. He had harassed Sang Rou on the beach last time, and after being taught a lesson by Sang Pei, he hadn't learned his lesson.

"Soon," Wan Jiasheng said sinisterly.

"And that Sang Pei, damn it, he's nothing, what a big shot. One day I'll make him kneel down and lick my shoes," Bai Yutang said.

"I will," Wan Jiasheng nodded; this was something he had always wanted to do.

「你只会说，倒是快点行动啊，我现在迫不及待地想破那个大家闺秀的处。」白玉棠急切地道。

万家声冷笑一声，「什么大家闺秀，她早就被人破身了。」

「谁？」白玉棠大怒。

「除了桑沛还有谁？」

万家声握紧双拳，手背上青筋突起，他想起小时候只要一有人靠近桑柔三步以内，桑沛就揍谁。他情思萌动的那一年，性幻想的第一个对象就是桑柔，他那时候对桑柔百般献好，却每每被桑沛破坏掉。

今天聚会，他一看桑柔依在桑沛身边，动作神情与情人无异，心头一冷，就招了几个女人到别墅里。

"What... Fine, even if she's not a virgin, I'm still going to have my way with her." Bai Yutang said angrily. "Wan Jiasheng, do you want to have your way with her too? I'm telling you, I want to go first."

"Didn't you ever think about going at it together, playing sandwich?"

"Haha, Wan Jiasheng, you're really something, I should learn from you."

Meanwhile, on Sang Pei's side

, Sang Rou insisted on not going to the hospital. Sang Pei called home to say it was too late to go back, and then took Sang Rou back to their little love nest.

"Dirty, so dirty."

Sang Rou kept muttering like this all the way.

Sang Pei thought she was scared because she had seen a filthy scene, but little did he know that Sang Rou was talking about herself.

Later, he personally helped her take a bath and changed her into pajamas. Seeing her trembling all over, he also suppressed the burning desire that had been aroused many times that day.

In the middle of the night, Sang Pei heard soft sobbing. He raised his hand and gently touched Sang Rou's arm that was exposed outside the blanket, wanting to put her hand under the blanket.

Sang Rou's body jerked up, rolling off the bed. Ignoring the pain, she crawled terrifiedly towards the door.

"No, no, no, no more!"

"Xiao Rou, Xiao Rou, what's wrong? Wake up!"

"Get away, I really don't want it anymore, no, no..." Sang Rou covered her ears and screamed.

"Please, that's enough, really enough, I really don't want it, I'll give you all the money back, please let me go..."

Sang Rou's voice grew weaker and weaker, and Sang Pei quickly pressed down on her philtrum.

"Alright, alright, no matter what happened, it's all over." He held her head in his arms and gently patted her back.

"Brother." Sang Rou seemed to have just woken up from a dream and called out.

"I'm here."

"Love me."

41. Lewd Requests (Part 1, Spicy)

In her dream, Sang Rou returned once again to that dark and sunless underground staircase, long and winding with no end in sight.

She didn't know how long she walked before she saw a sliver of light ahead, so dazzling that she shielded her eyes with her hands. Then came the woman's moans and screams, the contradictory sounds coming from the same woman.

The brightly lit underground hall, as large as a basketball court, was rudimentary, containing only simple torture tools. The most numerous were rows of phallic models of different materials, colors, and sizes. Against the wall were several iron cages, as tall as adult women, their rust emitting a foul odor, making their purpose immediately clear.

In the brightest spot, a completely naked woman hung suspended, her snow-white skin, full breasts, flat stomach, and the dark pubic hair between her legs exposed to all.

Horrifyingly, the woman's snow-white skin was covered with red and purple whip marks. Her eyes were tightly closed; she had already fainted, but the silicone phallus in her lower body was still vibrating intensely, emitting a ceaseless motor-like sound. Her body had reached its limit; she occasionally gasped from the stimulation of her G-spot, but mostly emitted pitiful, chilling screams.

Only when the woman's genitals gushed out pools of bright red, viscous blood was she finally laid down. She lay on the cold floor, her vital signs weak, the large patches of black roses on her back stained with blood, both alluring and chilling, making her appear even more grotesque.

"Miss Xiang, please undress." The man who brought her to the basement gestured for her to undress, then respectfully said to the middle-aged man who had assaulted her, "Sir, this is a dress Miss Liu specially chose for you. She says it will last longer than the last one."

"That little girl understands my taste best. Alright, you can go now." The middle-aged man had a kind face, a slightly plump body, and an air of authority befitting someone in a high position.

Later, she was carried back to her house covered in blood, but she didn't die.

It was at that moment that she finally made up her mind to break away from Liu Chun. If she had to die, she would rather die than be under the feet of those disgusting beasts in human clothing.

But she never expected that what was more terrifying than death was becoming addicted to drugs, which robbed her of even the courage to commit suicide.

Today, she saw three women at the Wan family's suburban villa. The woman wearing a silver-gray open-V backless silk dress had large patches of black rose tattoos on her back, exactly the same as the ones in her past life.

The vast expanse of black roses, their eerie and dark patterns, reminded her of the painful events of her past life. She finally realized the truth: Liu Chun still existed.

That terrifying woman, wielding some kind of dark power, still existed in this world, like a cunning and alluring serpent, spitting venom and corrupting everyone she desired. She

thought that if she didn't think about it, those past events would cease to exist.

It was all just wishful thinking, self-deception.

Emptiness swept over her, and Sang Rou desperately tried to grab the man beside her.

This man, this man, might be the only person she could truly rely on in this world.

"Brother, love me," Sang Rou murmured, her dark eyes shining brightly, carrying a captivating vulnerability.

Her hands were clasped together, as if they weren't her own, scratching and clawing, leaving bloodstains on the backs of her hands.

Sang Pei felt a pang of pain in his heart. He gently kissed her cheek, took her self-harming hands in his hands, and coaxed, "Xiao Rou, don't be afraid. Brother is here. I'll never take you to places like that again."

"It's all my fault," Sang Pei blamed himself. He hadn't known that what happened today would affect Sang Rou so much. That damned Wan Jiasheng, he would never let him get away with it.

"Brother, love me," Sang Rou gazed at him tenderly, repeating the same words over and over.

"Xiao Rou, Xiao Rou..." He kissed her eyes, eyebrows, nose, and mouth again and again, trying to quell her fear and anxiety with such tenderness, but it only made her more resentful.

A sense of resentment rose in Sang Rou's heart. She was both angry and anxious. She wanted him to love her, didn't he understand? What she wanted was fierce possession, not these insubstantial kisses.

She crawled out of his arms, frantically tugging at his pajamas, and frantically biting at every inch of his healthy, wheat-colored skin, from his ears to his nipples to his toes, leaving indistinct, deep red teeth marks all over his body. Finally, her head came to the massive member lurking quietly between his legs.

"Don't bite this," Sang Pei quickly clamped down on her frantically reckless teeth.

For a moment, he really thought she would bite off his member. The teeth marks she left on him were so painful, with a force that seemed to want to tear off his muscles, yet it made his heart ache. He felt sorry for her.

In the darkness, all the sensations were so clear, their hot breaths mingling. He wouldn't let her use her mouth, so she used her hands. She rubbed it a couple of times, and it became erect, swollen, and hard.

Sang Rou kneaded his member until it was hard, then lifted her nightgown, pulled down her panties, and, holding his member in her hand, inserted it into her body, sitting on him and swaying her hips. She straddled him, her upper body upright, causing her uterus to drop, making it easy for his massive penis to reach her clitoris.

"Ah...ah...brother, you love me," Sang Rou whispered, her back to him as she struggled to move her hips.

Her beautiful vagina hadn't secreted any nectar, making it extremely difficult for his penis to enter and exit. Each thrust was painfully dry, scraping against her inner walls and causing them to spasm painfully, but this didn't diminish the pleasure she felt from their physical union.

Sang Rou straddled him, her beautiful vagina wide open. But it still didn't work; she was too dry. Her usually exquisite vagina, which would become wet with the slightest touch, was completely unresponsive today. Moreover, her body was too tense, biting him painfully. Since penetration, he had been unable to move an inch; every friction caused her pain, and so did he.

Sang Pei pulled back, trying to withdraw and wet her body first.

"No, don't go out," Sang Rou cried out in terror, her face pale, her lower body contracting its inner muscles desperately, gripping him tightly.

He pressed down on her shoulders, comforting her, "You're scared. It's been so long since you came out; it'll hurt

a lot." "I'm not afraid of pain, don't leave me." As long as they could be together, she wasn't afraid of the pain.

"It hurts," he said through gritted teeth, "I'm just going to get some lubricant."

"Brother, don't go, I'll come out a lot, look..." Enduring the pain, she moved her waist again, determined not to let him leave.

"Enough, stop moving, I'll do it." Sang Pei sternly stopped her; if this continued, she would be seriously injured.

Helpless, he lifted her waist, obeying her wishes, not letting his erect member leave her vagina, but instead supporting her body, lifting her slightly, rotating her 360 degrees, so that while his member was still inside her, she turned around, from facing away from him to facing him.

The rod-shaped hard object remained inside her, its shaft rubbing against the inner walls 360 degrees. It seemed to have struck a sensitive spot, causing an unbearable tingling sensation. She let out a soft cry, and her nectar finally gushed out like a spring, her body going limp.

"Ah..."

Sang Rou's entire being tingled with pleasure. "Ah...so good..."

Her body trembled alluringly against his, soft moans escaping her lips.

For a moment, both felt the world spinning, as if floating on clouds, waves of pleasure crashing against their hearts.

"Brother, use whatever you have, play me to death, play me to death...ah..." Sang Rou whispered in her brother's ear.

Her face was like jade, her breath like orchids, yet her mouth uttered nothing but lewd words.

42. Lewd Entreaties (Part 2, Spicy)

Soft and hard colliding, meeting on a narrow path, it was Sang Rou, who had been impatient at first, who couldn't hold back any longer. Her delicate flower core was constantly subjected to the fierce impact of the huge root, and the honey juice was ground into a thin layer of foam under the slapping of their intersection.

Honey juice splashed out, and Sang Rou dipped her finger in the honey juice and licked it with her bright red tongue. "So delicious, brother, do you want to try some?"

She sat on him, smiling seductively, her body trembling up and down.

"Little slut." He got up and bit her fingertip, swallowing her delicate lips, playing with her tongue in his mouth.

After a while, feeling that this position was too tiring, he changed positions.

Sang Pei sat cross-legged, Sang Rou's back pressed against his chest, nestled in his arms.

She looked down and could see the massive rod slowly entering her body, gradually disappearing inside. A jolt of fear shot through her; a tingling, aching, numb, and itchy sensation coursed through her body.

He only needed to hold her waist, easily accelerating the movement. This increased the contact area between their genitals, making the sounds of their impact unparalleled.

Sang Pei laughed, "Do you like this 'goat on a tree' move? You're so good, biting me so tightly. Does seeing yourself naked feel especially good?"

"Brother... umm... ah..." She stroked his face, expressing her pleasure.

He licked her exposed back, a vast expanse of translucent, icy skin. How could she be so white? So white he couldn't help but love her.

Suddenly, a wicked thought arose, and he thrust upwards deeply. She convulsed a few times, losing control and experiencing a small, unexpected orgasm.

"Oh, you're so annoying! Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" she complained sweetly.

Her juices slapped against the tip of his penis, arousing him and making him more and more vigorous.

"Mmm, so good... go slower, I can't take it anymore, hmph..." she pleaded, clearing her throat, but her lower body continued to meet his thrusts, showing no sign of softening.

Sang Pei chuckled softly, amused by her hypocrisy.

His huge penis, hot as iron, was enveloped and swallowed by her fleshy vagina. The countless folds and openings on the vaginal walls ate the shaft inch by inch, causing his penis to swell even more. He felt that he was about to ejaculate from her grip, so he quickly pulled his penis out and poked her red and tender nipple.

"It feels good to keep poking your nipple, doesn't it?" he asked with a smile, shaking his glans.

To do something so shameful was far more shameless than sex. Sang Rou's heart pounded wildly, unable to tell whether she was more embarrassed or resentful.

"You can't do such shameful things," she said, blushing.

"Such a shameful thing, does it make you even happier?" He saw her cheeks flushed and knew he had hit her sore spot, so he teased her with even more shameful words.

Her lower body trembled uncontrollably, and he was so ashamed by his words that she lost control again.

"You keep poking me, it's so uncomfortable." She complained softly, turning her face away, and just then she saw him teasing her nipple with the head of his penis. Her face flushed slightly, and half of her heart melted. She dared not say another word. "

Good sister, brother will satisfy you right away." After the urge to ejaculate subsided, he stopped teasing her and buried himself in her beautiful vagina again, and another real battle of flesh ensued.

Sang Pei sometimes plowed deeply and sometimes thrust in and out rapidly, all according to his own will. And Sang Rou, having lost control again and again, dared to sway her hips recklessly to meet her brother's demands.

"Ah... brother..." In a burst of rapid, delicate panting, Sang Rou seemed to enter a state of blissful ecstasy, her fair skin turning pink, and her beautiful vagina spasming more frequently.

Afterwards, Sang Rou nestled in her brother's arms, saying sweetly, "Will you stay inside forever? I'll keep it in my mouth."

"Sleep, I won't come out." He put his arm around her shoulder, kneading her breasts. His heart warmed, and his limp penis began to swell again because of her lewd words, but he ultimately gave up out of pity for her exhaustion.

43. Even perverts have first loves .

Wan Jiasheng, do you know how to love someone?

A woman once asked him this. How many girlfriends had she had? Ah, he had too many girlfriends, lovers, and pets. Even the woman's face was blurry in his mind.

He had also asked himself, had he ever really loved anyone?

To him, love was nothing, the pleasure of his lower body was real. But when the night was deep and no one was around, after the pleasure, he would hesitate for a moment.

In his dreams, he would occasionally meet that girl.

She sat in front of the white piano, heard his footsteps, turned her head and smiled at him.

"Brother Pei, you're here. Look, did I play this note correctly?" A clear, melodious voice rang out.

He was momentarily stunned by the girl's bright, sparkling eyes.

"I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else. Who are you?" Seeing it was a strange boy, the girl hurriedly stood up and apologized.

He knew who she was—Sang Rou, the adopted daughter of the Sang family.

It was strange, really. He'd known Sang Pei for so long, yet he'd never seen Sang Rou before. He'd seen Sang Qi a few times, though—a lively little girl prone to tantrums.

Then he thought, he'd heard Sang Rou had been in poor health since childhood and rarely left the Sang family home; it was normal that he hadn't met her.

"Your Brother Pei is in the front hall. I'm your brother's friend, Wan Jiasheng. You can call me Brother Jiasheng."

She smiled silently, never uttering the word "brother," only politely saying, "Hello."

"Are you learning the piano?" He walked over, sat on the bench next to her, and his long, slender hands brushed across the black and white keys.

He was also quite skilled at the piano; his piano teacher was a professor at the National Conservatory of Music.

"Hmm, I haven't finished the homework the teacher assigned. I'm so clumsy, I can never play it well," she said softly. "

You played that note wrong, shall I teach you?" She was so small and delicate, he was afraid that raising his voice would frighten her.

Up close, he noticed her skin was smooth and lustrous, her lips red and teeth white. Although petite, her demeanor was elegant and relaxed, neither arrogant nor impatient, her graceful figure incomparable, making him feel inexplicably comfortable.

It was a beauty completely different from the beauties he had encountered in his past circles—a restrained beauty.

Her delicate fragrance wafted into his nostrils on the gentle breeze, alluring and captivating. He couldn't help but lean closer to smell the fragrance. She leaned back, startled, avoiding him, her expression panicked as if she were about to flee.

He then realized he had startled her and quickly explained, "There's a small piece of white paper stuck in your hair. Let me remove it for you."

"Oh, I can remove it myself." She stepped back a few paces, running her fingers through her long hair. "Did it come off?"

"It came off," he said regretfully. Actually, her long hair was as smooth as a waterfall, and there was nothing on it.

"Thank you." Her voice was as soft and gentle as she was.

"Look, like this..." He sat down in front of the piano, about to demonstrate for her.

"Brother Pei." As if receiving some kind of signal, she ran back, excitedly.

"Xiao Rou, didn't you take your medicine on time today?" Sang Pei walked in, his brows slightly furrowed, and said to her unhappily.

"I know, Brother Pei, don't be angry. I'll take it right away." She pouted slightly, hooking her elbow around his arm, and said coquettishly.

"Go on."

Sang Pei nodded to him, said, "Jiasheng, do as you please," and left.

But their voices still carried to his ears against the wind.

"Why are you always so disobedient?"

"Hehe, don't be angry anymore, okay?" A sly glint shone in her eyes, her dimples shimmering with laughter.

What conditions are needed to love someone? A single glance is enough.

Curiosity arises unintentionally, and he falls in love. Wherever she appears, he naturally follows.

But Sang Pei is always by her side, rarely leaving her alone, leaving him no time to be with her.

When Sang Pei warned him, it ignited a surge of passion within him.

"Stay away from her."

Over the years, how could he not know Sang Pei's thoughts? He said, "Sang Pei, even if she's not your biological sister, you're bound together on the household registration. You and she can't have a future. Why not grant me my wish? I like her, and I'll treat her well. You'll be my brother and brother-in-law in the future."

"She's mine, from the beginning. No one can take her away."

"Let's duel. If I win, you'll give me a chance to pursue her."

"You can't win, Wan Jiasheng. If you lose, avoid her from now on."

"Okay." He agreed decisively.

When he punched Sang Pei into the mud pit and declared from above, "You lost,"

Sang Pei suddenly sprang up from the mud pit, slamming his iron fist into him and sweeping him to the ground with his long legs. Sang Pei said, "Unless I die."

Every punch from Sang Pei was merciless, aimed at killing. He was beaten so badly he didn't even have a chance to get back up.

He lost, utterly defeated.

From the very beginning, he lost even the chance to pursue her.

That was only two years ago, yet it feels like a year ago. Now, he sits in the VIP room of Le Xiaoyao, surrounded by beauties and friends, but something always seems missing.

"Me? Haha, I had a crush on our junior high class's entertainment committee member. Later, I bought her a few sets of designer cosmetics, and she just took off her clothes and lay on my bed. Money is a damn bastard." His friend said with a laugh, a hint of desolation in his smile. Only then did he realize that this group of people had somehow returned to their roots, talking about their first loves.

"Lai Lai, what about your first love?" his friend asked his girlfriend.

"My first love is you!" Lai Lai said coquettishly. Such a romantic line wasn't real, but it made him happy to hear it.

"Such a sweet tongue, let your brother kiss you." His friend laughed even more, and he and his girlfriend rolled around kissing.

After a while, the woman accompanying him asked, "Young Master Wan, what about you?"

"First love?"

"Yes, who was your first love? You look down on ordinary people, it must have been a stunning beauty."

"Hahaha, how could that be? Jia Sheng has been a pervert since childhood, where would he get a first love? You guys be careful, he might climb all over your beds in the middle of the night." His friend said.

"Yes." His answer made his friend's laughter stop abruptly.

"Huh? How could that be? Who was it?" his friend said.

"I don't remember."

He closed his eyes, leaned against the soft sofa, and saw whose beautiful figure appeared before him, sitting at the piano, turning back to smile at him, giving him that flirtatious glance before leaving.

When you look at me with disgust, when it becomes increasingly impossible for me to get close to you, when you finally belong to another man, when I hate you more and more...

what can I use to love you? My girl.

Only, to destroy you.

44. Wearing Brother's Underwear (Micro)

Half-asleep, Sang Rou woke up crying several times. Each time, she would wake up crying and be soothed back to sleep by Sang Pei patting her shoulder.

Sang Pei, on the other hand, didn't sleep a wink all night. His huge penis was tightly gripped by her little pussy, and although the vibrant flesh never stopped sucking at his shaft, he could still control himself.

More importantly, she was crying, making him afraid to close his eyes, so he stayed by her side while she cried.

In Sang Pei's memory, Sang Rou, while not exactly strong, never liked to cry, except for fake crying. She liked to fake cry in front of him, all bark and no bite, only when she needed his help for small things. When faced with big problems, she preferred to solve them independently.

He didn't believe her unusual behavior today was because she had witnessed a group sex scene; she couldn't possibly be that vulnerable. Given her personality, she would probably complain to him afterwards when no one else was around: "Wearing so little clothing in the dead of winter, those women's vaginas must be frozen stiff, how could a man even penetrate them?"

That was the real her; in front of him, she never hid her slightly vulgar side.

So what was the reason?

She came to his house when she was five years old, and they grew up together. She had limited friends and wasn't particularly enthusiastic about socializing. And then there were the ubiquitous surveillance cameras; one could even say she had always lived under his watchful eye.

Could it be… something that happened before she was five? Something he didn't know had happened before that, and today it had triggered the fuse, making her so terrified.

He stared at the pale blue checkered ceiling, deep in thought. The ceiling's color scheme was her design; he preferred a metallic silver-gray, but under the power of her fake crying, he ultimately frowned and gave in.

As dawn broke, Sang Pei gently pulled his right hand from under Sang Rou's neck, straightened his back, and pulled his penis out of her vagina. No matter how careful he was, the moment his penis left her vagina, it still made a blush-inducing "pop" sound.

He cautiously looked up at her, his peaceful sleeping face rippled.

"Brother," she mumbled, still not fully awake from the previous night's activities.

She looked at him with hazy eyes, her voice soft and sweet, almost making him pounce on her like a wolfhound and have sex with her again.

"It's too early, sleep a little longer, I'll get a towel to help you dry off." He coaxed her softly back to sleep.

"Okay, then don't go too far." She mumbled a reply and fell asleep again.

When Sang Pei brought a hot towel and pried open Sang Rou's slightly parted legs, he almost had a nosebleed.

In the dim sunlight, her jade-like legs were tinged with a pale yellow, and the clump of black pubic hair between her legs was dotted with white spots, many of which had hardened. He used the hot towel to wipe away the white spots on her inner thighs, and then spread her legs wider, trying to help her draw out the semen inside her. Unexpectedly, as soon as he spread her legs, the liquid semen rushed out. It must be because her body temperature was too high that the semen remained liquid.

After getting up, Sang Rou casually grabbed a pair of underwear from the foot of the bed and put them on. She looked around for her brother and found him in the kitchen.

"Brother..." she called him softly, feeling a little uneasy, knowing that he would definitely ask her about yesterday.

Sang Pei turned around and saw her wearing one of his black trench coats, her bra off, her breasts and lower abdomen covered in red spots—bites he'd inflicted yesterday. She was wearing the underwear he'd taken off the day before; it looked too big on her, somewhat ridiculous, but more alluring than anything else. The loose fabric barely covered her pubic area, revealing half of her pubic hair. Even though the room was air-conditioned…

he frowned, a hint of disgust in his voice, and said, “Those are my underwear from yesterday, and you're wearing them too.”

“What? I don't mind you being dirty,” Sang Rou pouted slightly. Only after he said that did she realize she was wearing his underwear—the same underwear that had covered her brother's enormous penis yesterday… Thinking about it now, the feeling was completely different. Her body temperature rose, and her waist trembled slightly.

Sang Pei turned away to fry eggs, avoiding her gaze. Actually, he dared not look; if he did, he'd spend another morning in bed.

"Go take a shower first, then we'll eat noodles."

Sang Rou didn't leave, watching her brother's retreating figure for a long while before saying, "Brother, I'm sorry. I made you worry."

"Why?" They both understood what he was asking.

Sang Rou remained silent. If nothing unexpected happened, she would have kept her rebirth a secret. It wasn't that she didn't trust her brother, but she didn't want her peaceful and warm life to be disrupted again.

She was truly, truly happy now, with a loving brother and lover, an adorable younger sister, and a group of close friends.

"..."

"You don't have to say it if you don't want to." Sang Pei turned off the stove, placed the cooked poached egg noodles on the table, then hugged Sang Rou from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head and gently rubbing it, saying, "Rou Rou, haven't I always told you that I'm so glad you came into my life?"

"Why are you suddenly being so gentle with me? It's not like you." Her eyes welled up with tears, but she stubbornly insisted.

Sang Pei glared at her, and she immediately fell silent. He was also embarrassed to say these words.

He said directly, "Sang Qi doesn't need to be mentioned. That girl has never been close to me since we were little, and you are the first person who is willing to approach me. For no reason at all, not because I am the eldest young master of the Sang family, the future heir of the Sang Group, but simply because I am Sang Pei."

"It's as if I want to." She muttered.

It wasn't just her who was strange; he was strange too. He never seemed to speak to her so gently before. Even when he was nice to her, he would only be stern.

Sang Qi would complain to Aunt Sang whenever she was bullied, and she would retaliate with her own little tricks. Could that be considered closeness? ...Well, I guess so.

"...Brother, it's okay, I've recovered. Seeing that shocking scene yesterday, how should I put it, it really scared me. But it's alright now, I'm fine, it's really not a big deal. Thinking about it now, I was the one who overreacted yesterday." She said playfully.

"Really?"

Sang Rou said stubbornly, but a warm feeling flowed through her heart. She knew he was worried about her.

"Really? Who am I? I'm the one who defeated the Great Demon King Sang."

The name "Great Demon King Sang" has a story behind it. Sang Pei doesn't like to smile, and he's especially terrifying when he has a cold face. More than once, people have suspected he has facial paralysis, and once, he even scared a guest's child to tears during a visit. When asked why he was crying, the three-year-old said that his brother looked like the Great Demon King from TV.

Sang Rou often teased him about this.

"Then let's eat noodles." Sang Pei placed the noodles in front of Sang Rou, ending the previous conversation with this question. "How does it taste?"

The noodles were perfectly separated, with a golden poached egg lying on top, and the rich aroma was irresistible. She gave her brother a thumbs up. He was indeed her brother; he did everything with such skill. She took her first bite with high hopes…

"Do you want the truth or a lie?" She didn't want a second bite after the first. The taste… it had absolutely no taste. It was so strange; it smelled so good, yet it had no flavor at all. What was he doing?

"A lie," Sang Pei said, turning his head to look at her.

"…It's delicious," she lied.

"Then you have to finish it all," Sang Pei laughed.

"Brother, are you trying to give me a stomachache?" Sang Rou protested, raising her voice.

"Hehe, then just throw it away." He was just teasing her; he had already ordered takeout. He had tasted it himself; the bowl of noodles had no flavor.

"No, this is mine." Seeing him about to take the noodles away to throw them away, she couldn't bear to part with them and quickly leaned forward to protect the bowl with her body, preventing him from taking it.

During the New Year period, Sang Rou suffered from coughs, fevers... all sorts of minor illnesses visited her. She rarely received guests before, and now she was completely free.

"Sister, you're so comfortable, lying in bed playing on the computer," Sang Qi said jealously. She was always visiting this house or that house every day, no matter the form, she had to appear in front of people to receive guests.

"Shh, don't tell anyone," Sang Rou whispered, putting a finger to her lips.

If her brother found out, she would be severely punished by him in bed. Some of his methods were really embarrassing.

"Of course, we're allies," Sang Qi said in a low voice as well, even though there were only the two of them in the room.

After a while, Sang Qi said again, "Sister, do you know that brother is going to America this August? To study at that business school called S.S."

"I know," Sang Rou paused, then added, "Xiao Qi, I might go too."

"Ah, what are you going there for?" Sang Qi asked in surprise.

Of course, it was to stay with Sang Pei. This couldn't be said to Sang Qi.

"To recuperate, the medical conditions there are better."

"Ugh, sister, if only you didn't go."

Sang Rou didn't expect Sang Qi's words to come true; she really didn't go to America in the end. Without anyone else's interference, it was entirely her own choice.

But that was already the end. Hello, my name is Liu Chun.

Not long after the New Year, school started. In the second semester of her first year of high school, the classmates were the same classmates, and the teachers were the same teachers. Sang Rou's studies were as easy as ever. She spent more time in bed with her brother. Because of her lack of security, she clung to him even more often.

Sometimes, she knew in her heart that this wasn't good; Sang Pei had become the only focus of her life. But she really had nothing to do.

In her past life, she dropped out of school early, seduced by Liu Chun with money and drugs, leaving her no time to learn even a basic survival skill, except for her beauty. Reborn in this life, thanks to her privileged family background, Sang Rou is well

-off and has plenty of time to learn piano, cello, calligraphy, and other arts that, while not practically useful, enhance her inner qualities. She loves Sang Pei and wants to be with him all the time. She didn't think much of it before, but over time she grew increasingly disgusted with her parasitic lifestyle. Sang Pei, too, was young and driven by strong desires, not only failing to stop her insatiable advances but even indulging her.

The day was clear and sunny, with fluffy white clouds drifting across the blue sky. Sang Rou had arranged to go to a cello concert with Sang Qi, but Sang Qi was called away for a tutoring session, leaving her to attend the concert alone.

The concert started early, so Sang Rou sat in the waiting room. The waiting room was unusually large, bathed in warm yellow light, adding to its grandeur. The heavy sofas were arranged elegantly, each seat spaced far apart, providing ample privacy for the guests.

Suddenly, the sofa next to Sang Rou sank in, and Wan Jiasheng sat down beside her, greeting her.

"Little Rou, long time no see," Wan Jiasheng said casually, placing one hand on the edge of the sofa behind Sang Rou, making a gesture as if to put his arm around her shoulder.

Wan Jiasheng had a thin, pointed face, somewhat resembling a South Korean entertainer popular a few years later, with a well-defined, straight nose and features that were both angular and delicate.

"Long time no see," Sang Rou replied with a smile, but unconsciously leaned to the opposite side, subconsciously wanting to keep her distance from him. After all, for a long time before, Wan Jiasheng's gaze had been intense, and although it had faded later, she still didn't want to cause him any misunderstanding.

He turned to look at her, making small talk, and said, "This year's New Year was really terrible."

...Well, everyone's joys and sorrows are unrelated; she, on the other hand, had a rather pleasant year, feigning illness to the fullest extent and enjoying her brother's meticulous and loving care throughout the winter break.

But Wan Jiasheng's New Year wasn't just terrible, it was downright miserable. She heard from her hospital bed that he'd been punished by his family with confinement on New Year's Day, only being released after school started. The reason? He was suspected of molesting a girl at their school.

Apparently, he and the girl went camping in the mountains, and halfway there, he had lustful thoughts and attempted to rape her, only to be reported by her.

"...Don't overthink it. The innocent are innocent," Sang Rou said.

"Oh, so it sounds like you believe in my innocence," Wan Jiasheng said, looking at Sang Rou with some surprise.

"This isn't entirely your fault. No matter what, a girl shouldn't agree to go out alone with a guy. She should have basic self-protection awareness."

She had her own sense of right and wrong, and found it amusing when she heard about it. Every girl should be taught from a young age not to go out with strange men, not to stay out overnight, etc.

If someone dared to go out with someone, they must have been prepared for something.

"Haha, little Rou, you're the first person to say that. My dad's first reaction when he heard about this was to whip me."

"You should explain."

"I'm used to it," he said nonchalantly. "I really liked her, and it took some effort to win her over. She said she'd date me if I had a bottle of '82 Lafite, and I did. She later agreed to go out with me, and I even wanted to have sex with her in the mountains, which she tacitly agreed to. Damn it, at the last minute, she asked if I'd marry her, saying she'd only give herself to me if I did. What a bastard, playing mind games with me! I stripped her naked, left her on the mountain, and went home."

Sang Rou nodded. So later, that girl sued him; apparently, they hadn't reached some kind of agreement.

It must have been winter then; Wan Jiasheng's actions were indeed somewhat unethical, Sang Rou thought.

"Let's not talk about her anymore, it's upsetting." Wan Jiasheng asked Sang Rou, "How's the piano? Has it improved?"

She replied, "I stopped learning a long time ago, I prefer the flute."

"Oh." He sat for a while longer, and when they were truly speechless, he said, "Well, I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Looking at Wan Jiasheng's tall back, Sang Rou hesitated for a long time before calling out to him, "Wan Jiasheng..."

"What?" He turned around, his coat draped over his hand.

"...Even if we can't be friends, don't be enemies with my brother, okay?...Although I know this request is too much to ask, I still hope you'll agree."

"If you know it's too much to ask, then don't bring it up again." He said this and left without looking back.

After watching the cello performance, Sang Rou walked out of the hall, and her brother's phone call came in right on cue.

"Yeah, just finished watching. I'll take a taxi back right away."

"Be careful on the road. Remember to write down the license plate number of the taxi and send it to me."

"Okay, really, I'm over ten years old, ah..."

"Hey, Xiaorou..."

A motorcycle gang member tugged at Sang Rou's clothes, her phone hitting the ground, ending the conversation.

Three motorcycles surrounded Sang Rou, the exhaust pipes blaring, black smoke polluting the surrounding air. A man shouted, "Hey girl, hand over your money."

Could she be so unlucky? She actually encountered motorcycle gang members trying to rob her. But for safety's sake, she still took out her wallet.

"Hey, what are you doing? I've already called the police."

Suddenly, a righteous voice rang out, and the person waved their phone defiantly.

This group of motorcycle gang members didn't seem like vicious people; they just cursed a few times before snatching Sang Rou's wallet and speeding away.

Sang Rou froze when she heard this voice. This voice?

She couldn't be mistaken, it was Liu Chun.

After seeing that vast expanse of black roses, she had a premonition that she would run into Liu Chun, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

"Are you alright?" Liu Chun picked up Sang Rou's phone from the ground and handed it to her.

"..." Sang Rou numbly took the phone, her throat dry, unable to utter a sound.

The other person, however, thought Sang Rou was frightened and said, "It's alright. Don't be afraid of things like this. The more afraid you are, the more they will take advantage of you. They're just a bunch of scoundrels who are just taking advantage of others."

"..."

Sang Rou's hands holding the phone trembled slightly.

"Judging from your clothes, I can tell you come from a well-off family. Girls like you are their main targets for robbery. Be careful when you go out alone in the future. People outside aren't as nice as you think."

"..."

Finally, Liu Chun extended her right hand to Sang Rou in a friendly gesture, "Hello, my name is Liu Chun."

Sang Rou looked at the hand that was being extended towards her as if she had seen a snake, and dared not shake hands with her.

Seeing that his outstretched hand received no response and that nothing had happened, Liu Chun smiled generously. "Your money was stolen, and your clothes are torn. I happen to have some change here; you can take it for a taxi."

Liu Chun's smile was warm and sunny.

"Xiao Rou, how are you?" Sang Pei asked anxiously. The usually expressionless man's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Sang Pei sped over and saw Sang Rou standing safely by the roadside, and breathed a sigh of relief. But seeing that Sang Rou didn't respond to him, he was a little puzzled.

"You are..." Liu Chun's eyes widened slightly, and he said in surprise.

"I'm her brother."

"Oh, I was just about to take her home. It's good that you're here. Her money was stolen; she might be frightened. You should comfort her when you get back." "

My name is Sang Pei. My sister rarely goes out, so thank you very much this time. I'll definitely help her if I have the chance in the future. I'll take her home now." "

It's nothing. Be careful on the road." Liu Chun smiled and waved.

46. Let's Get Wild (Spicy)

Liu Chun stood by the asphalt road, her expression icy as she watched the Ferrari kick up dust and drive away. Only after the Ferrari had completely disappeared from sight did she pick up her phone and make a call.

"Hello, I've seen the person," Liu Chun said.

"..." There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Hello, are you listening?"

"Yes, I'm listening, go on," the wind continued to whistle in her ears. Wan Jiasheng on the other end of the line switched her coat from her right hand to her left, and finally, to make it easier to hold the phone, simply draped the coat over her shoulders.

"Although she seems like a pampered young lady who doesn't know the hardships of life, she's surprisingly wary. I might need more time."

"As soon as possible, she'll be going to America in August."

"I need more time, and also, our agreement needs to be rescinded."

"Don't try to take advantage of me."

"Hehe, we won't talk about money this time. After it's done, I'd like you to introduce me to your friends in your circle." "

...As long as I get what I want, you can get what you want too." After a long silence, the person on the other end of the phone tacitly agreed to her request.

"The agreement is made, I won't let you down." Liu Chun chuckled, his smile bright and cheerful.

#Sang

Rou had already showered and was sitting on the edge of the bed in her nightgown, holding a steaming cup of milk. Sang Pei was sitting at the desk helping her check her homework, carefully correcting her mistakes.

After hesitating for a while, Sang Rou finally made up her mind and asked, "...Brother, have you finished all the paperwork for going abroad?"

"Yes, your visa has been processed too."

"Brother, if...if I don't want to go to America, what will you do?"

After years of knowing each other well, they were practically the people who understood each other best. As soon as Sang Rou opened her mouth, he knew what she was going to say next, so he asked directly, "Why don't you want to go?"

"I'm sorry, brother, I just don't want to go." Sang Rou lowered her head stammering, nervously rubbing the warm porcelain cup with her palm.

Sang Pei swayed his rocking chair, facing her, and said seriously, "Sang Rou, this time I need you to give me a proper reason. You've been acting really strange these past few days, you know? It was someone who was practically begging to come with me."

"Brother..." Her eyes reddened, and she pouted slightly, trying to get away with it.

"Don't play the victim with me, it won't work this time. I want a reason, a real reason." Sang Pei's brows furrowed even more tightly.

"My friends are all here..."

Sang Rou's words were interrupted by her brother's low growl, "A real reason."

His voice was hoarse, injured in childhood, and when he raised his voice, it sounded like a duck quacking, unpleasant and broken. So he usually spoke calmly and rarely lost his temper like this.

Hearing her brother's low growl, Sang Rou's heart trembled. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "I need to grow up too. I can't rely on you forever. I told you I was going to America because I wanted to be with you. But then I thought, what good would it do if I went to America with you? I'd be waiting for you in the apartment every day, watching you every single day, and I'd even neglect my studies. If I finish my studies properly in China, maybe I can find my true interests. If two people really want to be together, what's a few years apart? We still have ten, twenty, fifty years ahead of us..."

As she spoke, Sang Rou's voice choked, the bitterness in her heart indescribable, and large tears fell. Making this decision was also very difficult for her, but it was necessary. This was a lesson Liu Chun had taught her: to stop being bullied, she had to become strong, strong enough that those who had hurt her before could no longer hurt her.

"I don't want to be idle anymore."

"I want to become strong enough to be worthy of you."

"I want to stand by your side, not be the woman behind you."

"Brother, don't be angry, don't ignore me, don't yell at me..."

Sang Rou said, choking back tears, as Sang Pei pulled her into a tight embrace. "Whatever you're thinking, you can tell me. I'm not angry because you're not going to America, but because you've been lying to me these past few days. Don't cry, okay? I've thought about all the things you're thinking, which is why I didn't plan to take you in the first place. If you don't want to go,

you don't have to. It's just across the Pacific Ocean. I can fly back to see you on holidays, and you can come to America when you miss me." "What you said is what I've worried about before, Rou, you've really grown up."

Gently comforted by a pat on the shoulder, Sang Rou found herself crying even louder. She sobbed for about ten minutes before calming down.

"Brother, you'll be leaving in a few months..." she said softly.

"Yes." Sang Pei rubbed his chin against her hair, a gesture he often made. She loved using green tea-scented shampoo, and her clothes often smelled of green tea—fresh, pleasant, and invigorating.

"I'll wait for you." Now it was her turn to pledge her loyalty.

"Absolutely." He said arrogantly.

"American girls have big breasts and curvy hips, you're not allowed to look at them. And those white women, you're not allowed to let your eyes get tired of them."

He had praised her fair skin more than once; he was head over heels in love. What if there were women abroad who were even fairer than her?

"I liked you first, then I liked women with fair skin." He hugged her helplessly, trying to comfort her.

"What should I do? I'm already missing you even before you've left." Sang Rou fiddled with the second button on her brother's white shirt, feeling a little down. Her body, still experiencing its first taste of desire, was somewhat unable to leave him.

"Want me to make love to you?" He lowered his head and kissed her cheek.

Her brother's kiss was hot and dry; his lips were parched, the peeling skin scraping against her cheek, making her involuntarily shiver.

He held her in his arms, his bulging member pressing against her small buttocks, the flesh beneath it burning hot, sending shivers down her spine. Involuntarily, her delicate white hands reached for his massive member, rubbing it in circles.

"What do you think?" she asked, tilting her head back and offering her pink lips to his, which he unceremoniously captured.

His hot, dry hand slid inside her collar, pinching her soft breasts, shaking them in his palm, and lewdly said, "The first time I touched them, they were just unripe peaches. Then I rubbed them every day, and they became heavy, ripe peaches. After I leave, who will rub your breasts when they've swelled up?"

"Ah…you shameless!" Sang Rou's ears turned bright red, like emeralds, and her slender legs trembled.

She wasn't even wearing a bra under her nightgown. Who was the shameless one here, just wanting him to do it?

"If you don't answer, are you planning to have other men rub you?"

Sang Pei changed from pinching to kneading, his thumb and forefinger pinching the red nipple that had hardened because of his lewd words.

His fingertips were anything but delicate; various trainings since childhood had left his fingertips covered with calluses of varying degrees. His rough fingertips rubbed back and forth against her nipple, causing Sang Rou's waist to bounce slightly with pleasure, sometimes arching into a perfect bow shape.

"No, I don't want anyone else but you."

"Good girl." He lowered his head and, through the thin fabric, used his teeth to bite her nipple, gently and repeatedly nibbling at the swollen, hard nipple as a reward.

"Ah, brother, so comfortable, so comfortable..."

Sang Rou's body was extremely sensitive. She would blush and her heart would race if she accidentally touched her nipple or lower body while showering, and she would also have embarrassing reactions when urinating. She could only secretly complain in her heart that her body was too easily aroused.

Sang Rou glanced up at her brother, realizing it was him who wanted to hold her. A surge of love welled up within her, and her body reacted even more strongly, her legs flailing uncontrollably, her jade-like toes curling inwards.

"Are you all soaking wet? Can't wait any longer?" His large hand slid into her panties, finding them smooth and slippery.

"No…" Sang Rou's voice involuntarily became hoarse; thinking of her brother's extraordinary abilities, her throat went dry.

"Still lying? Your panties are soaking wet." Saying this, he unzipped his pants, releasing his dragon, and thrusting straight into her.

"Ah...no, don't go in so deep..." Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. She covered her mouth and whispered, "Be gentle, there are people here."

"I locked the door, you little slut. How can I reach your clitoris if I don't go in deep? I'm relieving your itch."

"Mmm...brother, you're so good, you've reached it all the way...ahhh...you've reached it again..."

Her little hand involuntarily reached for the tender red bead above the stretched slit and rubbed it with her palm. Sang Pei saw her lewd appearance, his body stiffened, and his blood boiled. He roared and attacked her, his hard penis growing even larger.

"Getting horny, aren't you? You've even learned to play with yourself now." His suppressed breathing sounded in her ear.

"No...brother, don't go any bigger, ahhh...my stomach will break, mmm..." she moaned innocently, pressing her abdomen to meet his thrusts.

"It's coming, it's coming, brother, give it to me, give it all to me... Ahh... Brother, I'm going to heaven..."

In the final moment, Sang Pei ejaculated his most concentrated essence into her belly. Receiving the baptism of her brother's essence, Sang Rou's belly swelled slightly, her whole body trembled uncontrollably, like a dying little fish bobbing lightly on the sheets, her charming moans coming in fits and starts.

Sang Pei thought about how they would only be separated in a few months, and how she was lying on the bed begging to be fucked again. His huge penis quickly became erect, and his unsheathed sword pierced her belly once more.

47. Little Rabbit, Be Good

On the day Sang Pei left, only Yuan Sili, Xiang Xuan, and Wei Bai came to see him off at the airport. He hated complicating simple things, and he only told these few closest friends about his studies abroad.

Sang Rou said she didn't want to see him off and refused to see him off.

Sang Qi, on the other hand, had extra classes at school and was about to enter her final year of junior high. As someone who excelled in everything, she didn't want to lose to anyone, so this year was especially crucial. At

the crowded Ruifeng International Airport, four tall and handsome men dazzled the women around them. Sang Pei stood proudly in the center, his simple backpack slung over his right shoulder.

"After I leave..." Sang Pei started to speak, but was interrupted by Xiang Xuan's cheeky wave.

"That's enough, just go. Your two younger sisters will keep an eye on you, I know, I know, especially Xiao Rou. If any idiot gets within three meters of her, I'll beat him up for you." "Okay,

then I'll go first." Sang Pei turned around, went through security, took a few steps, and then waved his right hand behind his back to the three people behind him.

Suddenly, Xiang Xuan shouted, "Sang Pei, we're waiting for you to come back, to create our own glory together!"

Sang Pei didn't turn around, but waved in response to Xiang Xuan's vow.

Goodbye, Jiangzhou.

Two years later, early summer, flowers bloomed in profusion, and everything was in full bloom.

The two people, located in California and Jiangzhou respectively, talked on the phone.

Meanwhile, it was already late at night in California.

"What are you doing?" Sang Pei had just returned to his apartment from school and called Sang Rou to comfort her.

"Studying, I'm a miserable senior in high school. Brother, do you think I'm like you, living a carefree life abroad? Is that new female classmate you mentioned still bothering you?"

Sang Rou said pitifully. If Sang Pei were in front of her, she would have pinched her thigh so hard that a few drops of cat pee would have fallen.

"Jack, this is your coffee." Sang Pei tossed a can of drinks to his roommate and returned to the other end of the phone.

"Is your brother having an easy time? I didn't know. He's writing papers and choosing topics until two or three in the morning every day. Also, he wasn't bothering me, we've been discussing a case recently, it's a five-person group, five people."

"You're honest." Although she was happy to hear this show of loyalty, what was with sleeping at two or three every morning? "Brother..."

"Hmm?"

"It's good to work hard, but don't overwork yourself. Actually, you're already much stronger than most people your age, really, the most important thing is to take care of your body."

"Silly girl, I was just kidding. Actually, I go to bed very early every day. Do you exercise every day?"

"Hmph, of course I do. Anyway, if you don't care about your own body, no one else will."

"Hehe, isn't that what you're here for?"

"I don't care at all." Sang Rou looked at her watch and realized it was already very late, so she quickly said, "It's already eleven o'clock, I'm not going to talk anymore, you should get some rest."

"Okay, give me a goodnight kiss." I'll have sweet dreams all night. The rest of the words, Sang Pei kept to herself.

"Kiss, I'm hanging up. Go to sleep early, okay? No staying up late." Sang Rou gave the air a quick kiss.

After hanging up, Sang Rou stared at her brother's wallpaper on her phone, imagining him right in front of her, and leaned closer. Even though she only kissed the cold screen, she still had a sweet, silly smile on her face.

"Goodnight," Sang Rou murmured, then whispered goodnight to the person on the other side of the ocean.

Sang Pei only realized after hanging up that it was 11 p.m. here, but 2 p.m. in Jiangzhou; she should have just woken up from her nap.

Xiao Rou knew the time so accurately in his area; her watch must have been set to American time.

This little idiot.

Sang Pei made an extremely stupid move, one that made him cringe, and he also whispered "Good day" into the phone.

Two people in different places, at different times, did the same thing without prior arrangement.

Sang Rou had a long holiday before her college entrance exams, about ten days or so.

She started to feel anxious; she started to have insomnia. Perhaps because she hadn't experienced the college entrance exam in her past life, she felt the same anxiety and uncertainty as a real high school senior. She feared both failing to perform to her potential and being overshadowed by others.

Later, she made a decision.

Sang Rou bought a plane ticket to California and asked Sang Qi to cover for her.

After getting off the plane and passing through numerous checkpoints, Sang Rou finally found her brother's apartment. It wasn't actually that dramatic, but the cars in California drove fast, like race cars in China, and they loved to honk, which startled Sang Rou several times while crossing the street.

Standing in front of the door, Sang Rou first tidied her messy hair, then straightened her clothes.

"Knock knock."

As she knocked, Sang Rou suddenly wanted to play a joke on her brother.

"Who is it?" came her brother's voice, followed by footsteps opening the door.

"Little bunny, be good," Sang Rou said in a soft, sweet voice, a game she'd played when she was very young.

The door had barely opened a crack when Sang Rou pushed it open and pounced on her brother.

"Ah!!! Brother!!" she cried joyfully.

Sang Pei caught Sang Rou as she ran towards him, more overjoyed than surprised. He patted her head and said, "Silly girl, why didn't you call me to pick you up? What if you got lost?"

"You're so annoying! Aren't you surprised?" Sang Rou pinched her brother's cheeks and pouted.

The other four blond, blue-eyed foreigners in the room stared in surprise at the petite girl who had entered. Pei rarely showed his emotions; why was he smiling so happily? They must be mistaken, they must be.

"Pei, who is this?" a female voice asked.

Sang Rou looked at her brother with a questioning gaze, as if asking, "What's going on?"

Sang Pei naturally put his arm around Sang Rou's slender waist and introduced her to the girl in English, "Jones, let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Xiao Rou. She came all the way from Jiangzhou to see me." He

then introduced Jones and the other three boys at the round table to Sang Rou, "This is my group partner, Jones. The other three are Jack, Williams, and Brown."

Sang Rou was startled by the term "brother," but quickly greeted the other four in English, "Hello, I'm Xiao Rou."

She tacitly accepted the title of "brother's girlfriend," deliberately omitting her surname.

"But she calls you 'brother'?" Jones persisted.

Jones wore a beige see-through dress, her full, snow-white breasts partially exposed. Sang Rou couldn't help but glance down at her own chest with self-consciousness; hers was quite large.

"In my hometown, we call our boyfriends 'brother'," Sang Pei explained.

After a while, Sang Pei quickly said something to the other four in English, and the table was swiftly cleared. The meeting seemed to have ended hastily.

Sang Pei pulled Sang Rou into his bedroom and put down her luggage.

"Hehe, brother, you're so naughty, taking advantage of the fact that they don't understand Chinese." Once inside her brother's room, Sang Rou became even more unrestrained, snuggling into his arms.

"Are you happy now?" He pinched her nose tightly, making it hard for her to breathe.

He missed her so much, it hurt his heart. Seeing her standing before him, all that remained was calmness.

"This is a reward for my brother." She tiptoed and lightly kissed his cheek.

"Working hard tonight is the best way to repay me. Come on, I'll take you to play."

"Xiao Rou, welcome to California."

48. Mouth-to-mouth feeding (Micro, First Update)

California, Pacific beach. A strong wind swept by, blowing the hem of the clothes and the ends of the hair of the two people holding hands.

Sang Rou wore a bohemian-style strapless beach dress, her hair styled in an elegant princess updo, half of her black hair cascading down her back and half falling in front of her chest. Her bangs were messed up by the strong wind, but she didn't care.

How carefree it was to walk hand in hand with her brother on the beach, listening to the waves crashing. No need to worry about other people's eyes, no need to be constantly on guard against others discovering their secret.

In a foreign land, people would only think they were a loving young couple, and they seemed to have become bolder.

She could steal a kiss from him every now and then while walking on the street, she could brazenly hug his waist and snuggle in his arms in front of strangers.

Sang Pei held Sang Rou's hand in one hand and held the phone in the other, dealing with the aftermath of Sang Rou's departure from home.

"Yes, she's already at my apartment. Exams are stressful, it's fine for her to relax a bit."

"Okay, I understand."

After a few simple words, she hung up the phone, Sang Pei squeezing Sang Rou's hand.

"Is something bothering you?" Sang Pei asked. She could only let him bully her; no one else was even a possibility.

The climate in California was much better than in Jiangzhou. In early summer, Jiangzhou was already scorching hot, making people feel irritable, while the air in California was cool and dry, which greatly improved Sang Rou's mood.

In the past two years, Sang Rou knew she wasn't strong enough, so she tried to go out less and reduce the number of times she encountered Liu Chun, because she would never believe that her first meeting with Liu Chun was a coincidence.

Sure enough, although she encountered Liu Chun later, because she deliberately avoided him, he didn't become more deeply involved in her life.

Someday… Liu Chun.

Sang Rou clenched her fists, thinking of something bad, her face contorting in a grimace. But she immediately remembered that her brother was still by her side, and quickly put on a sweet smile.

"Yes, there are some, but after seeing you, those worries no longer bother me,"

Brother, do you know? You give me courage. You can calm my violent heart instantly, something no amount of sleeping pills can do.

Suddenly, Sang Rou released her grip on her brother's hand and ran freely on the beach, against the wind, towards the dusky horizon.

"Are you alright here?" She cupped her hands in a megaphone and roared at the sea.

The sea responded with crashing waves.

"Jiangzhou also has a sea, why aren't you this excited?"

"It's different," Sang Rou silently said in her heart, "the one who's watching the sea and sunrise with me is you."

The Pacific beach shimmered with golden light under the setting sun, the seawater gilded with a layer of fragmented gold, charming and majestic.

Sang Rou found some food in several blue and white tents above the beach, but unfortunately, she didn't have any money on her, so she could only pitifully plead with her brother with her eyes.

"French toast, I want some, I want some!"

"Mmm." Sang Pei paid and quickly scooped the toast into his mouth.

"Ugh, how could you finish mine?"

Sang Rou leaned in, their lips meeting, trying to snatch the toast from her brother's mouth.

The kiss slowly changed, growing hotter and hotter, their breaths burning, yearning to touch each other's skin.

A little blue-eyed girl nearby pouted at her mother.

"Mommy, I want you to feed me too."

The mother pulled the little girl away, "No, that's something only couples do."

"Let's go back," Sang Pei buried his head in Sang Rou's neck, taking a deep breath, his nostrils filled with her fragrance.

He held her tightly, and after a while, he slowly calmed his breathing.

"Aren't student apartments shared rooms? What about us?" Sang Rou asked疑惑地问道.

She had just seen it in the room; her brother and Jack's rooms were only separated by a wall. No matter how thick the wall was, during that time... there would be noise! (⊙o⊙)

"Silly girl, Jack already called me. He went to his girlfriend's place." He pinched her little upturned nose and teased her.

Seeing how sensible he was, Sang Rou lowered her head shyly.

On the pleasantly breezy balcony, a pale yellow crescent moon hung high overhead.

"Brother, the environment here is really nice. Are there many couples in that grove of trees at night?"

Sang Rou praised from the balcony. The Stanford Business School student apartment complex had excellent landscaping, especially the large grove of trees in the right corner—a great spot for clandestine kisses.

"Mostly for casual sex." Sang Pei came out after showering and hugged her from behind. He hadn't smelled her yet.

How long had it been since he'd hugged her like this? A month? Two months? Or even longer? The last time he hugged her like this was when he went back to Jiangzhou for vacation, but that was only for one night.

"I missed you so much." Sang Pei's voice was rough, hoarse, deep, and filled with emotion.

He kissed her neck through her clothes, kissed her back, then moved downwards, bending down to kiss her tender spot beneath her long skirt.

"I miss you here, here, and here, I miss you so much."

"Mmm… Brother." Her body, deprived of love for months, couldn't withstand the man's touch. Sang Rou gripped the balcony tightly, arching her back, her breasts thrusting forward, and broken moans escaped her lips.

49. Brother, Someone's Watching (Spicy)

A row of neat balconies in the student dormitory were only a few meters apart. Although the lights in the rooms on either side were off, Sang Rou was still afraid of being discovered having an affair with her brother on the balcony.

Because of fear, because of nervousness, because of the desire to be touched, to be ravaged, her body trembled slightly, her teeth biting her lip. Brother, you're so mean, what if I accidentally scream?

Sang Rou's bohemian long skirt was lifted to her waist, her body slightly bent, her buttocks thrusting back, her head leaning forward. Because of this movement, her smooth black hair fell to her chest, swaying gently like waves with the movement of her body.

The large blocks of red, yellow, and purple only made her snow-white skin appear even whiter, no less so than that of a white woman.

Sang Pei scraped the calluses and new calluses from his fingers onto Sang Rou's delicate skin. Her small hands, gripping the balcony, could barely support her weight, and she slid down another meter.

She longed to be pinned down by her brother, to be fiercely possessed, to be penetrated.

Sang Pei buried his face between Sang Rou's legs, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the pungent scent of that place.

"Brother, no. It's so dirty, I haven't showered yet."

The smell of sweat from the day, the odor of her private parts...

Sang Rou's head swayed from side to side. She hated him, hated that he had embarrassed her like this; she wasn't so unclean. Yet she was also happy, to be held in his arms like this, a dream she had of every night.

She could clearly feel the restlessness within her, the deeper longing.

"This is good, it smells so good."

Sang Pei extended his thick tongue, licking the small mound tightly encased in cotton panties without hesitation, like a wolfhound marking its territory. Then, he found the honey-scented crevice, pressing his tongue against it and grinding it relentlessly. A large wet patch appeared in the center of the white panties, a mixture of the lubricating fluid from her beautiful vulva and his saliva.

The panties were soaking wet, as if they could be wrung out at any moment.

Sang Rou's face flushed crimson, revealing a liveliness she never showed before. Her body trembled slightly as if struck by an electric shock, her little feet numb, almost unable to support her weight, as if she were about to drift to the ground like a piece of duckweed.

"I don't want to, I want to take a bath." She lowered her head, burying her face in her elbows in self-deception, pretending not to see anything.

"Good girl, you won't bathe today. I'll lick you clean."

He cleaned every inch, even between her toes.

"Ah, brother, no... please, after I wash, I'll let you kiss me clean, okay?"

Sang Pei's reply was to pinch her buttocks with both hands, his lips and teeth tightening, lightly biting her crotch. If he had a choice, he would gladly die between those two fragrant flesh.

"I'll lick it cleaner than you wash it,"

he declared definitively.

Suddenly, Sang Rou saw the light turn on next door out of the corner of her eye, and heard faint, fluent English. Judging from the footsteps, the person behind her had already noticed the commotion and was walking towards the balcony.

Compared to being licked, it seemed more serious for the neighbors to discover them having sex.

Tap tap tap tap...

the footsteps grew closer, and her heart pounded wildly.

"Brother, someone's watching, don't!"

Sang Rou hurriedly pushed her brother's head away and ran into the house.

Sang Pei followed behind her, chasing her like an eagle catching a chick.

"Haha, I caught you, didn't I?"

Sang Rou rolled her eyes at her brother; she wasn't playing such a stupid game with him. Did he even know they were almost discovered?

Sang Pei, unlike Sang Rou, didn't think that way. He saw it as a kind of fun, amplifying his primal desire to conquer in the chase.

So when he finally caught her, he pressed her hard onto the sofa. Her hard breasts pressed against her smooth back, and he ripped off her panties, thrusting his iron-like hardness into her from behind, breaking through her secret passage. All that

foreplay was just for this moment of physical and spiritual union, the comfort filling their bodies and minds, and they both sighed deeply.

It had been too long.

50. Do it gently (spicy)

The night was deep, and the battlefield of desire extended from the soft leather sofa to the clean bed in the bedroom.

It turned out that Sang Rou had been pinned down on the sofa by her brother and fucked from behind. Later, her brother felt that the sofa was too cramped, so he carried her to the bed with their private parts still connected.

As they moved, his pulsating, huge penis seemed to bounce with life inside her, unusually hot and burning. She almost thought that their connected private parts would melt from the heat.

As his massive penis thrust in and out of her beautiful vagina, the secreted fluids either flowed down Sang Rou's inner thighs or dripped onto the floor, specks of white, erotic and wanton.

"Brother, the floor is dirty,"

she whispered in surprise, her indescribable shame preventing her from making too much noise, considering this was a student dormitory.

"It's okay, I'll mop it tomorrow,"

Sang Pei groaned, then thrust in heavily again. Just now, as she spoke, her vaginal walls had gripped him tightly with her breath. If his willpower had been even slightly weaker, he would have surrendered immediately.

This alluring little vixen knew best how to devour a man's essence.

"Mmm... go easy on me, you'll break me... ahh..."

"Will you really break me? I see it gripping me tighter and tighter," he laughed, placing her on the soft bed, biting her blushing earlobe, "It's still eating me, little bite by little, Rou Rou, you're so wanton."

"Oh, bad brother, no..." Sang Rou cried out, because her clitoris had been stimulated.

Her brother was so naughty, his glans grinding against her clitoris, thrusting lightly and heavily.

She felt both pain and pleasure, wanting to push him away but her body was numb, and her hands were powerless. Had she been drugged? She must have. Otherwise, how could he explain why her body wouldn't obey her every touch?

"No, brother, mmm..."

"No more... no, ah... be gentle, you'll break me, ahh..."

For over ten minutes, his penis pounded into her every spot like a pile driver. The repetitive thrusting made their souls feel like they were floating in a paradise on clouds.

She shook her head and tail wildly, such intense pleasure, so powerful, could only be given to her by him. No, she was about to break.

Sensing the abnormal spasms of her beautiful vagina, Sang Pei became even more excited, his cheeks flushed red, and he let out a rough, hoarse growl, his huge penis swelling again... He was about to explode.

"Good brother, it's coming, it's coming... ah..." Sang Rou cried out, then stopped abruptly.

She was knocked unconscious.

A while later, Sang Rou groggily woke up, marking the beginning of another battle.

The next day at noon, the dazzling sunlight shone on the bedsheets. Sang Rou got up and opened the door.

"You're up, let's have lunch." "

So early?" Sang Rou yawned, probably because her biological clock hadn't adjusted yet; she was so sleepy.

"It's still early, I've already finished class and am back," Sang Pei said, setting the table.

Wow, Sang Rou praised her brother's character. After such a fierce battle last night, he could still get up this morning.

"Rou, hello." Sang Pei's roommate, Jack, had returned and greeted Sang Rou in awkward Chinese. He smiled ambiguously, gazing at the red marks on Sang Rou's neck with lustful thoughts.

It must have been abroad that her brother had left hickeys on her neck; in Jiangzhou, he only kissed under her clothes. Sang Rou thought, this trip abroad had been very rewarding; she had seen many more sides of her brother.

"Hello," she greeted him with a smile.

The sun was shining brightly today, and Sang Rou wore a light blue off-the-shoulder short-sleeved top and tight-fitting denim shorts, showcasing her curvaceous figure, smooth, fair neck, and delicate, alluring collarbones. As for Sang Pei…

Sang Rou secretly glanced at her brother. He wore a simple black shirt, tucked into his jeans, much more streamlined than his attire in Jiangzhou.

Even so, he was incredibly handsome (ˉ﹃ˉ).

She admitted, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and her brother was the most handsome.

Because Jack's Chinese wasn't good and he didn't understand many words, they chatted in English throughout the meal.

Jack's eyes remained fixed on Sang Rou. Don't misunderstand, he wasn't interested in his classmate's girlfriend; it was pure admiration, truly pure admiration. Are all Eastern women this delicate and beautiful, like Barbie dolls? So small and petite, she seemed to disappear in Pei's arms.

Halfway through the meal, the doorbell rang.

Sang Rou went to open the door, and there stood Jones, dressed in fiery red. She wore a bright red halter-neck dress, her ample breasts seemingly about to burst forth, revealing a deep, snow-white cleavage.

Sang Rou inwardly scoffed, "I hate turkeys, I hate all this flamboyant stuff. It's fine if she dresses nicely, but not in front of my brother!"

Jones greeted Sang Pei, "Pei, Jack, good afternoon." (in English)

Pei? Sang Rou's inner volcano erupted, her anger rising rapidly. Back then, she called him "Brother Pei," only after they slept together did she directly call him that. "Brother" felt more like a term of endearment; she had endured so much to get to this point with him.

Who knew the hardships they had faced? They constantly tested each other, hesitated, separated yet unable to resist drawing closer…

but this woman directly called him "Brother" with the single word "Pei."

"Rou, hello," Jones smiled at Sang Rou again, saying, "Rou, is this your first time in California? Would you like me to be your guide?" (in English)

"No need, you've only been here a short time, I have my brother, that's enough," Sang Rou replied with a forced smile.

Jones, unfazed by the rebuff, smiled and continued, "Professor John had business with Pei this afternoon, he probably doesn't have time. It's a rare treat for you to come, I should be your host. Although I'm not very familiar with California, I know it much better than you do."

Jones's accent was thick with London, perhaps reflecting her privileged background; her speech and manner exuded an air of superiority that left no room for refusal.

Sang Rou smiled. Was this a declaration of war? Don't think she couldn't see through the woman's intentions.

"Thank you, I can wait for my brother at school, no need to trouble you."

Sang Pei concluded the conversation with a definitive statement. Sang Rou followed him to school; he would take her out to play after he finished his business.

51. You don't deserve...

A tree-lined path, flowers swaying by the roadside, ancient and imposing school buildings each with their own unique features, ancient ivy climbing the mottled walls.

Sang Rou sat on a bench, quietly waiting for her brother.

Passing students looked curiously at the beautiful Eastern girl. She wore a dark-style cotton-linen shirt, her hair styled in an intricate braid, and possessed a calm and mysterious air, yet exuded a cold aura that deterred the curious male gazes.

After a while, finally, a brave man approached a girl sitting on a bench, who was also a girl.

"Sang Rou, hello." Jones sat down next to Sang Rou.

"Hello." Hearing Jones address her by her full name, Sang Rou was a little puzzled. But then she thought about it and felt relieved. Whatever, she'd deal with it as it came.

A pointless chat began.

"The weather is lovely today," Jones said with a smile.

"Yes," Sang Rou replied listlessly.

Their back-and-forth banter seemed quite harmonious to outsiders.

In reality, after those two sentences, they fell silent.

"..."

"..."

Actually, Sang Rou was very patient; she guessed what Jones wanted to say, but simply didn't speak first.

Time flew by, and Jones finally asked her true question: "Why did you come to California?"

From that moment on, the air was thick with tension, and passersby avoided the two charming and beautiful girls on the bench. Although one was alluring and the other glamorous, fighting women are the most terrifying, aren't they?

"What's wrong with me coming to see my boyfriend?" Sang Rou replied coldly.

"Really? It seems you really think I'm a fool. I've seen Pei's information before. Your name is Sang Rou, you two are siblings, lovers? Hmph, you really dare."

This was what Jones really wanted to say today.

"You investigated your brother? You're terrifying. So, Miss Jones, does your information say: We...are...not...related...by...blood?" Sang Rou asked in surprise. The

last eight characters were spoken by Sang Rou through gritted teeth. She hated it most when people brought up her and Sang Pei's sibling relationship. They were clearly not related by blood; they had just lived together since childhood.

"No matter what, what you're doing is incest. You're cursed; you won't have a good ending."

Jones inadvertently became the kind of person Sang Rou despised most.

Her brother's love affair was none of her business, yet she insisted on interfering—she hated people like that the most.

"Maybe your Chinese isn't very good. In the East, lovers without blood ties aren't considered incest."

There are so many blood-related people secretly together; that's incest.

"Have you really thought about Pei? Running over without a word, thinking it's so romantic. Do you know he apologized to everyone in our group and postponed his project to accompany you on this trip?"

Jones began attacking from a different angle.

Sure enough, Sang Rou's face turned ugly. Jones pressed on, "And do you even know how hard he works every day? He's the youngest among the international students, yet he's more mature than anyone else. Why does he do that? He's more attentive and hardworking in class than anyone else."

"I think he doesn't actually need to work so hard. As far as I know, his family is well-off."

"Don't you think you're restricting him? Because of you, he's working so hard."

Sang Rou might think she was a pushover if she didn't show her strength.

"So what if he's working hard because of me? As long as we're together, even hardship is joy. What right do you have to criticize me?"

"You have no right to interfere in our lives."

"You have no right."

"Only I can stand by his side."

"He works hard for me, and I'll only be happier. What other man would do that for you?"

"You're not bad yourself, so why are you always thinking about stealing someone else's partner? Let me tell you, he loves me, I love him, and we're happy together."

After saying this, Sang Rou felt a sense of relief for some reason. She finally had the courage to openly declare to the world that she loved him, she loved him, she loved him, she loved him!

"You can leave now. I won't tell my brother you were here. After all, you're still in the same group, aren't you?"

Because she had a man who loved her, Sang Rou was completely victorious.

An hour after Jones left, Sang Pei came out of the old-fashioned teaching building.

"What did you talk about with Jones?" he asked.

52. Saying you hate it but really liking it

. Flocks of birds flew past the window.

Sang Pei took out his pen and wrote down Professor John's insightful observations. While the professor was drinking water, he turned his head slightly and, through the transparent glass, saw Jones sitting next to Sang Rou. There was a considerable distance between them, so he couldn't see clearly, only that the two girls were talking.

"Pei, you're a little distracted today. Let's call it a day," Professor John said with a smile.

Sang Pei bowed slightly, thanking Professor John for his leniency; usually, the professor wouldn't let him off the hook before dinner.

When Sang Pei went downstairs, only Sang Rou was left on the bench. She sat quietly waiting for him, doing nothing, just waiting quietly as if it were the most important thing to her.

Sang Pei stood not far away, quietly gazing at this beautiful oil painting. Being able to look at her like this was such a happy thing.

Time slowly passed, and after he had looked at her enough, Sang Pei went over.

"What did you and Jones talk about?" he asked.

"No." Sang Rou shook her head, not wanting to mention that woman again. After all, any woman who tried to steal her boyfriend made her uncomfortable.

Sang Rou thought for a moment, then pointed at Sang Pei with her index finger and said, "You, from now on, you're not allowed to talk to her much except when you're studying, understand?"

Sang Pei mimicked her sour tone perfectly, saying, "You, do you know it's very impolite to point at someone? I'll let you off this time because you're my sister and girlfriend."

This left Sang Rou unsure whether to laugh or cry. Although he didn't directly answer her question, his imitation of her tone was so perfect, it was hilarious.

"You're annoying."

"Every time you say you hate me, you're actually saying you like me."

"You've got me." Sang Rou smiled and waved her hand, not intending to argue with him.

Let him be narcissistic if he wants.

Sang Rou smiled brightly, but in reality, she still felt a pang of pain in her heart when she thought about what Jones had said to her.

That night, the two slept in each other's arms. Sang Pei proposed, but Sang Rou refused, saying she wanted to rest. Sang Pei didn't press her further. The two siblings held each other tightly, a gentle warmth filling their hearts.

Sang Rou nestled in her brother's arms, touching his face, her fingertips tracing the warmth of his touch, his handsome features.

"...Brother, will you tell me if you get sick again? Even if I'm not by your side, I want to share your joys and sorrows. I don't want to only hear good news from you. I'm afraid—afraid you'll get sick, afraid you'll be lonely in a foreign land." She said softly. "

Silly girl, it's all in the past," he said, holding her delicate hand, playing with her alabaster fingers.

"Promise me, you'll tell me everything from now on, no matter what happens. Don't just tell me the good news and not the bad." Sang Rou firmly wanted a promise.

"Okay, I agree." Sang Pei pressed his forehead against hers, their noses touching, a slight ripple appearing on his handsome face. "Sigh, how could I have ever fallen for you, such a meddlesome little busybody?"

The little bit of melancholy brewing in Sang Rou's heart flew away with the birds in the sky.

She pinched him, punched him, and tormented him. "Change your tune right now. It's your greatest fortune that you like me."

"It really is." He tilted his head, his earlobes turning slightly red.

Huh, what's going on?

She thought he was just going to deny it, after all, he often preferred to tease her.

And, blushing? Ahhhhh, she saw her brother blushing.

"Brother, turn around, turn around, be good, turn around and I'll kiss you." Sang Rou wanted to turn her brother's face to see his shy expression. The ninth wonder of the world, her brother blushed!

"That's enough, go to sleep."

"Brother, turn around." Sang Rou said sweetly.

The next day, Sang Pei got up, and the side of the bed beside him was empty.

"This little girl, is she up so early?"

However, he found the room but didn't see Sang Rou. Instead, he found a note on the desk. "

Brother, I've already booked a plane ticket for this morning. I'm going back to Jiangzhou first. Don't worry, I'll call you when I get home to let you know I'm safe. It's not that I don't want to trouble you, it's just that I'm about to take the college entrance exam. I've relaxed enough, and it's time for me to calm down and focus on studying. I'm really happy to see you before the exam. I love you, and I'll wait for you to come back."

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