[Enchanting Chronicle]

Author

: harjol

Enchanting Chronicle - 01 Looking Back Under the Unbearable Moonlight

I've always known I'm not exactly a virtuous person. Morals, rules—
sorry , I won't pay any attention to them. I've always indulged myself, doing what I like! As for other people's
gossip, haha, it doesn't bother me. Their discussions are irrelevant to me. That's just how indifferent I am.

Perhaps "woman" isn't the right word to describe me. To be precise, I am a woman, a woman who has just turned
twenty .

But I still want to emphasize that I'm not the kind of foolish woman who values love above all else, and I
don't have that kind of naive talent. Love, in my view, is nothing but a luxury. Someone like me
can't obtain love! This isn't self-deprecation, but rather self-awareness.

I wasn't the kind of little baby who grew up freely under my parents' protection. I was an abandoned baby,
left at the hospital by my parents just three days after birth, and "picked up" by a couple who couldn't have children. I often wonder if I
had already seen through the coldness of the world back then, developing this indifferent nature.

Perhaps some moralists will jump out to protest and criticize me, saying that I was adopted by a kind person,
so why am I pretending to be pitiful? Saying I'm restless and trying to attract attention.

Yes, that's right, someone adopted me, but that doesn't mean I'll live a
happy . That's a fairy tale ending, but I live in the real world. Besides, I'm not
a princess. Have you ever seen a princess abandoned by her parents just three days after birth? No, right? I'm
not . Daydreams aren't for me.

Perhaps I was happy in the first few years after being adopted. After all, I was young then, and I didn't understand
joy, anger , sorrow, or human relationships.

But I often doubt whether I was truly happy? Or was that happiness so fleeting and insignificant that I don't even remember it
?

Sometimes I even hate myself for being so precocious. In my memory, it seems I've never had a
truly happy day. Even at a very young age, I knew I couldn't be willful.
Unlike other children, I wouldn't whine and demand toys or achieve certain goals. Instead,
I'd rather suppress my desires than tell my parents. As I grew older, when I couldn't sleep at night,
I often wondered if the shadow of being abandoned by my parents had been implanted deep within my soul, even though I
didn't I was an abandoned child. I had to painstakingly suppress my true personality,
living cautiously behind a mask in front of others, perhaps out of fear of being abandoned again.

But this repressed life deepened further when I was 16.

I still remember it was January 23rd. Why so clearly? Because January 21st was my
birthday. I had a birthday without flowers or a cake. Ironically, the man I should
call my father slapped me. My birthday was spent in tears and pain. When I fell,
I knocked over a pot of boiling water. Luckily, I jumped up in time, and my burns weren't serious. Otherwise,
I wouldn't be sitting here writing my story today, and my experience would at least be different.

(I'm always so... ironic, isn't it?) Looking back, I can't bear the bright moonlight. I 　　forgot to mention that the man I should call my father has been an alcoholic for many years. When he drinks, he beats his wife, so my adoptive mother's life isn't easy. 　　Just because I said the TV series wasn't good, that drunk man flew into a rage and slapped me.

Two days later 　　, in the morning, he was in a car accident because of drunk driving. Fortunately, there was no one else in his car. But he accelerated and crashed into a roadside tree, smashing the car to pieces—you can imagine how fast he was going. 　　Because of the severity of his injuries (severe brain damage), many hospitals refused to admit him, and he was eventually transferred to the ICU of the Armed Police Hospital . The ICU means exorbitant costs. Before treatment, a kind doctor told us that with such injuries, even if he survived, he would either be a vegetable or mentally disabled. That kind woman foolishly insisted on treatment. How could there be such a woman? How could she be so foolish? Had she forgotten the days of being beaten and kicked? Had she forgotten the scorn and unfair treatment she received for not being able to have children? Besides, that man didn't love her at all. She was only in her thirties, with many beautiful years ahead of her; why waste her life on someone like that? 　　But this foolish woman insisted on saving him, when everyone else refused to contribute money, including his uncles, brothers, and even his nephew who had always cared for him. They all chose to remain silent during his time of need, yet she persisted in trying to save him! 　　The result was as everyone had predicted: after half a month in the ICU, doctors declared him brain dead, meaning he was now in a vegetative state. 　　By then, the family's money had been almost entirely depleted by his exorbitant medical expenses. His uncles, brothers, and relatives, ever since hearing the doctors say that even if he survived, he would likely be mentally disabled, never set foot in our house again, let alone visit him in the hospital. Sometimes I wonder if it was because he was such a failure as a person, or if those people were utterly devoid of compassion and humanity. 　　The little money the family had left was spent in less than ten days. Left with no other choice, they had to take him home from the hospital, because home was certainly not as good as the hospital. He died just over a month after returning home. His uncles, brothers, and relatives, from the time of his accident until his death over three months later, never uttered a single word of concern, as if they were completely unrelated to him. 　　People can be truly shameless in the face of money, but only those with money have the right to be shameless—that's what I learned from them. 　　Strangely, I felt a sense of relief when he died. Ah, am I just like them? Or am I merely the pot calling the kettle black?

After his death, my adoptive mother's younger brother, my uncle, took us in and we
lived .

Living under someone else's roof wasn't easy; it meant I had to be even more careful, always wearing a mask.

There's a saying that's really true: "When you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head." It's not that my uncle and
aunt treated us badly; on the contrary, they were very good to me. It's just that my adoptive mother had an exceptionally sharp-tongued mother. Her
favorite saying was, "Money is closer than parents," and she was a typical traditional woman with a very
strong preference for sons. She often said things like, "A married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl." You can imagine
how much she disliked my adoptive mother when she returned penniless, bringing me, a complete stranger, with her own blood.

She didn't say it outright, but I understood perfectly, so I was even more careful to hide my true nature.
I never want to live like that again in my life. The pain was deep inside; perhaps,
compared to bitter herbs, even bitter herbs tasted sweet.

Moreover, what surprised me most was that even my childhood cousins were so obviously worldly-wise.
It wasn't that I was being sensitive; they spoke to me with a condescending and disdainful tone, as if they were treating
a beggar. I had complained about this, but then I thought that they had no obligation to be kind to me
, and I had no right to demand that they be kind to me.

But there was one exception: my other uncle's youngest son. From beginning to end, his bright smile towards me
never changed; it was the sunshine in those dark days. 　　A year later, my adoptive mother remarried, and I encountered another turning point in my life. My adoptive mother remarried to Mr. Fan, her former

classmate 　　and first love. It was a very clichéd and melodramatic plot. My grandmother, who was materialistic, insisted on marrying my adoptive mother to my adoptive father, and Mr. Fan, in a fit of anger, left to do business elsewhere, causing them to be separated. Mr. Fan is now widowed, and my adoptive mother is single. After all these years, their paths have crossed again, which is truly a matter of fate. 　　"Jiajia, be polite when we get to Uncle Fan's house. Remember to address people!" My adoptive mother straightened my skirt, which was already quite neat, but she was still worried. It was clear she valued this meeting with Uncle Fan's son and was afraid I might make a mistake, so she repeatedly reminded me. 　　"Okay, Mom! I know!" I obediently replied. Actually, I also hoped my adoptive mother could successfully marry into Uncle Fan's family. After all, Uncle Fan was a very good person, and I should have a better life in his family. Besides, my adoptive mother was a very good person; someone as good as her deserved a good ending. 　　"Jiajia, don't be nervous. Uncle Fan's house isn't that scary. Brother Qian is also a very good person!" Uncle Fan, who was driving in front, turned to comfort me. "Yongxin, you too, don't be so formal. We'll be family from now on, no need to be so reserved!" 　　It's no wonder my adoptive mother was so nervous; Uncle Fan was divorced, and this was their first meeting after their marriage. 　　There were no elders in the family, only a son three years older than me. If Uncle Fan's son didn't accept my adoptive mother , not only would Uncle Fan be in trouble, but his family would also be in danger. 　　Soon we arrived at Uncle Fan's house. From the decor, it was clear that Uncle Fan, who was a poor boy back then, was now quite well-off. It was also evident that Uncle Fan was a cultured person; the house was clean and tidy, without any nouveau riche ostentation, yet it didn't feel shabby. 　　I hadn't spoken since getting off the bus, just observing Uncle Fan's house. I always prefer to remain silent in unfamiliar environments ; I believe it allows me to observe everything, and it's also a subconscious way . 　　If my grandmother had been materialistic and forcibly separated them, my adoptive mother wouldn't have had such a difficult life; perhaps she would have lived a good and happy life. Of course, if my adoptive mother hadn't married my adoptive father, she wouldn't have adopted me at all. Perhaps, this was another arrangement of fate. 　　"You and Jiajia should rest for a bit. You must be very tired after a busy morning!" Uncle Fan led us to sit down in the living room. "Yongxin, what would you like to drink?" Uncle Fan asked, opening the refrigerator. "How about juice?" 　　"Um, anything is fine with us..." My adoptive mother replied a little nervously. 　　This morning, Uncle Fan helped my adoptive mother move all her luggage over. Tomorrow, after getting their marriage they will officially be living together. Since both of them are remarrying, they don't intend to have a wedding ceremony, so there won't be a wedding banquet. They'll just have a meal together tonight. 　　Uncle Fan poured each of us a glass of orange juice and poured himself a glass of water. I once read in a book men who like to drink water are steady and reliable men. 　　"Wait a moment, I'll go call Qianze down to meet you. He should be in his room right now... " Uncle Fan stood up to go upstairs. 　　“No…no need, we can meet again when we eat…” My foster mother quickly stopped Uncle Fan . I remained silent, because I felt Uncle Fan would stick to his decision. 　　“Yongxin, how can this be? You’ll be her elder from now on. I’ll go call him…” Uncle Fan insisted. 　　Just then, footsteps came from behind me, and my foster mother and I turned around. Years later, I still remember that scene . Light shone down from above, and with the sound of footsteps, a tall, slender figure appeared on the spiral staircase. Because of the backlighting, I squinted and couldn’t clearly see Uncle Fan’s son’s face; I only felt that he seemed like an unapproachable god. 　　　　　　　　　　　Enchanting Chronicle - 04 Looking Back Under the Unbearable Moonlight 　　Uncle Fan's son gracefully descended the stairs, standing a few steps away from my adoptive mother and me. He nodded to Uncle Fan , "Dad..." 　　"Come down?" Uncle Fan asked his son gently, taking his adoptive mother's hand and introducing her to his son, "This is Aunt Yongxin, you can call her that from now on." He then turned to his adoptive mother and said, "This is my son, Fan Qianze, you can call him Qianze..."

"Hello Aunt Yongxin, I'm Fan Qianze. You can stay here with peace of mind from now on!" Uncle Fan's son bowed
politely to his adoptive mother, as elegant as a well-mannered prince.

"Qianze, hello! And thank you!" His adoptive mother was a little flustered. These days,
not many people understand their parents' second marriages, so she felt genuinely welcome and very grateful.

Uncle Fan pulled me in front of him and said, "This is Jiajia, she'll be your little sister from now on!"

"Hello Jiajia, I'll be your brother from now on. Do you like your brother?" Uncle Fan's son bent down, very
gently. No one had ever spoken to me in such a gentle tone, without any hint of
disdain. I was momentarily stunned.

"Jiajia, greet him..." His adoptive mother gently nudged me.

"Brother...brother..." Although I was reluctant to be so affectionate with a stranger, I obediently
bowed and smiled sweetly at him. Moreover, his smile was so warm that it was impossible to refuse. After so many years
of living as a dependent, I had long since learned to wear a mask for anyone, anytime, anywhere. As the saying goes,
you can't hit a smiling face; it's always good to greet people with a smile.

"What a lovely little sister..." my brother affectionately patted my head. "Come on, let me take you
upstairs your room and see if you like the decor..." He then took my hand and led me upstairs.

So...so cute? I looked up at my brother suspiciously. Was his taste right? So cute? I
didn't think I was cute at all! I had absolutely nothing to do with cuteness.

"Is there a problem?" My brother noticed my strange look, stopped, and asked with a smile.

So warm, I quickly shook my head, indicating that there was no problem. As I went upstairs, I glanced back and saw
my adoptive mother smiling at us with satisfaction. Actually, for so many years, she had always felt guilty towards me, believing that she hadn't
been able to give me a happy and carefree childhood like other children. But she didn't need to think that way.
Without her, I might not be alive today.

She's always been good to me, I've always known that, but for some reason, I just
can't bring myself to be affectionate towards her. Heh… Is it because I'm naturally cold-hearted, or just naturally heartless? Or is it that I
subconsciously reject everyone? Like a snail, wanting only to hide in its shell, unwilling to expose its softness to others,
thus constantly refusing to be close? But strangely, why do I, who am usually so indifferent, feel so fortunate to have an older brother?

"Little one…" My brother stopped in front of a door, saw me still lost in thought, smiled, bent down, and
patted my face. "What's wrong? Not used to it here?"

"No, I'm very happy to live here!" I smiled sweetly at him again. I'd never experienced anyone
caring so much about my feelings; it made me feel a little overwhelmed, a little unaccustomed. Is this gentle and wonderful
person really going to be my brother? Is this heaven's compensation for my past suffering, or just another malicious
trick?

Whether it's compensation or a joke, if such a gentle and excellent person really becomes my
brother , and truly loves and cares for me, then even hell wouldn't bother me. Like a moth drawn to a flame,
knowing the danger of the fire, I still want that little bit of warmth. I've been in the cold and darkness for far too long, and given 　　　　　　　　　　　the
chance, even if it means eternal damnation, I'll do anything to get that little bit of warmth! 　　"Do you like it?" My brother opened the door, and before me appeared a pink, dreamlike world: light pink walls, pink gauze curtains, a white table with pink polka dots, and a bed made of various shades of pink stacked together, with cute plush dolls on it. 　　"Uh… I like it." I swallowed hard. Although it looked dreamy and fairytale-like, it didn't suit my aesthetic at all. I frowned slightly in disgust. Pink, such a dreamy color, was completely unsuitable for me. I've always considered myself very realistic. Moreover, given my past circumstances, I never had the right to daydream, so subconsciously, I've always disliked pink. 　　"What's wrong? You don't like it?" My brother noticed my frown and asked with concern. " If you don't like it, you should tell me, okay? I'll fix it for you!" 　　"No, I like it very much, thank you, brother!" I never refuse kindness, even if I don't like it. Because I'm afraid that if I refuse once, you won't have another chance to refuse, so this time was no different. I suppressed my disgust and quickly thanked him. My brother squatted down and looked into my eyes seriously. "If you find anything you're not satisfied with, remember to tell me, okay?" 　　My nose tingled, and tears almost welled up. I quickly turned my head away and mumbled, "Okay, if find anything I'm not satisfied with, I'll tell you right away..." 　　"That's good..." My brother smiled affectionately and patted my head. "Come on, let me show my room. My room is next to yours. You can come to me anytime if you need anything, okay? " 　　"Mmm..." It's so warm. Even if I died at this moment, I think I would be willing. I wish my brother would always treat me like this. 　　"Hey, this is my room!" My brother opened the door to the room next to mine and pulled me in . 　　Ah… my brother's room was a completely different world from mine. It a clever combination of dark blue and white, so comfortable to look at. Compared to my pink, dreamy little girl's room, I preferred my brother's minimalist style. Although I didn't say , I was so envious of my brother having such a wonderful room! 　　"Do you like your brother's room? Isn't it pretty?" My brother had me sit on his bed, while he squatted down in front of me, reaching out to stroke my face as he asked. 　　"Mmm… I love it, brother's room is so pretty…" I nodded vigorously. My brother's hand felt so safe and warm. I love my brother so much; no one has ever been so gentle with me. I'm not good at expressing myself, so I could only nod vigorously to show my affection. "Then how about I have someone decorate your room just like mine?" My brother looked gently into my eyes and said, word by word. "No… no…"

"I used it..." I habitually refused, not wanting to trouble him. It turned out my brother had noticed I didn't like that
person's room. No one had ever cared about my feelings like that before. My nose stung, and tears welled up naturally,
falling in a steady stream.

My brother stood up, took a tissue from the table, and sat down next to me, carefully wiping away my
tears . "Jiajia, don't cry. Jiajia is my precious baby. Tell me, why are you crying?"

"Never...no one has ever been so kind to me...they all dislike me...they all hate me...
Brother is the first person to be so kind to me...Will brother be so kind to Jiajia in the future..." I
answered, sobbing.

My brother smiled. "You silly little thing. Jiajia is my precious baby. How could brother not be
kind to Jiajia?" He gently patted my back to help me catch my breath. "Don't hide things from brother anymore, or brother will be angry
, understand?" "

I know, I like you, brother, you're so warm."

"Hehe... I like you too, sister..." Brother chuckled softly again. I love how he laughs like that.

The Enchanting Chronicle - 06: The Cute Sister

The old man is finally getting married!

Last night, he told me that an aunt and a sister would be moving in today, and that
the sister hadn't been doing well, so I should treat them well.

To be honest, I wasn't surprised by his words. His mood had improved significantly in the past six months.
When I asked him, he wouldn't say anything, only explaining that he'd run into an old classmate.

Actually, I'm not a naive child anymore. For the old man to be so happy
, it must be because he's found love again, and if I'm not mistaken, this woman might have
a close relationship with him. Sure enough, this proves my initial guess was right! He only
told me at the last minute.

I'm not the kind of person who would make a scene or try to sabotage my parents' remarriage. Relationships are
always a matter between the parties involved, and have nothing to do with others. My parents' relationship had completely broken down, so divorce seemed
perfectly normal to me, and I was actually happy for my husband. I was also very curious about what his woman looked
like, that she could have captured such a picky old man.

I've always wanted a little sister, but my husband wouldn't cooperate, so what could I do! Now that
a little sister has seemingly fallen from the sky, I'm really looking forward to it.

Hearing voices downstairs, I stood up and stretched. Hmm… I shouldn't stare at
the screen for so long next time; my eyes are sore and sore.

Our staircase is one of my husband's rare displays of whimsy—a fairytale-looking spiral
staircase, perfect for my elegant prince entrance, sure to turn heads.

Sure enough, my parents were back. I, like a prince, gracefully descended the stairs,
standing a couple of steps away from them. "Dad…"

My aristocratic entrance was clearly a success; I saw amazement in their eyes. I sized them up.
The woman who was about to become my stepmother was petite and delicate, exuding a gentle aura. She seemed like
a typical little woman. Good, the old man should be happy this way. The girl who was about to become my sister
had a pointed, oval face. Such a shape, so alluring, would be
considered a vixen in the eyes of the older generation—not a likable child!

She stood there seemingly obedient, but her eyes darted around restlessly, flashing with wariness every now and then, like a little
fox! I thought, she must be like me. Hmm… I like this sister; much better than those dull ones.

“This is Aunt Yongxin, you can call her that from now on,” the old man introduced her,
even . Pshaw, I'm not going to eat her, why the need for such a public display of affection? It seems the old man values this
woman quite a bit.

“Hello, Aunt Yongxin, I'm Fan Qianze. Feel free to stay here!” I politely bowed to her
, as elegant as a well-mannered prince.

“Uh… thank you!” The woman seemed a little flustered. She pulled the girl in front of her and
said to me, "This is Jiajia, she'll be your little sister from now on!"

Heh... was my disguise too successful?

"Hello Jiajia, I'll be your brother from now on. Do you like your brother?" I bent down and spoke gently,
giving her a seductive smile. My mischievous friends say my smile is as warm as a spring breeze.

Jiajia didn't speak, just stared at me with wide eyes. Hehe… she was just like a little fox out hunting for food,
so wary. “Jiajia, greet him…” her foster mother gently nudged her.

“Brother… brother…” Jiajia obediently bowed to me, then looked up and smiled sweetly at me.
I could tell she was reluctant to be so affectionate with a stranger, but she still managed a sweet smile. Hehe…
she's a smart child, knowing the principle of not hitting a smiling face.

“What a lovely little sister…” I patted her head affectionately. “Come on, let brother take you upstairs
to your room and see if you like the decor…” I said, taking her hand and leading her upstairs.

This girl is really interesting. I noticed her strange look, stopped, and smiled, asking, “Is there a problem?”

She
quickly shook her head, indicating it was fine. Hehe...how interesting! "Little

one

..." I stopped in front of a door, seeing her still lost in thought. I smiled, bent down,
and patted her soft, delicate face. "What's wrong? Aren't you used to it here?" Hehe, indeed
as smooth as I imagined, but...why does this girl have a habit of daydreaming?

"No, I'm very happy to live here!" She snapped out of her reverie and gave me another sweet smile.

"Do you like it?" I opened the door, and before us lay a pink, dreamlike world:
light pink walls, pink gauze curtains, a white table with pink polka dots, and
beds of various shades of pink stacked together, with cute plush dolls on them. Uh...the old man's taste
needs improvement!

Judging from her restless, fox-like eyes, I bet she wouldn't like it. The old man's vulgar taste is
shocking to me, even shockingly so. He needs to improve the initial impression.

Sure enough… I saw the little fox swallow hard, her brows furrowing in disgust. Clearly,
the old man 's tacky arrangement was completely out of her league. “Uh… I like it…” But she still said she liked it.
How amusing! I suddenly realized that watching her expressive face, so different from her words, made me very happy. I'm such a devil…

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it? If you don’t like it, you have to tell your brother, okay? Brother will change it for you
!” I felt so sorry

for her, having to sleep in such a disgusting room. “No, I like it very much, thank you, brother!” This wouldn’t do. I still felt a little sorry for her having to sleep in such a disgusting room. I squatted down, looking very
seriously into her eyes, and said, “Then if you find anything you’re not happy with, remember to tell your brother, okay?”

She turned her head away and mumbled, “Yes, if I find anything I’m not happy with, I’ll tell my brother right away…
”

“That’s good…” I smiled at her affectionately and patted her head. “Come on, brother will show you around
my room. My room is right next to yours. You can come to me anytime if you need anything, okay
?” It seems I have to use some serious methods.

"Hey, this is my room!" I opened the door to the room next door and took Jiajia's little hand
as we went in.

My room was a completely different world from Jiajia's; it was very simple and elegant,
a clever combination of dark blue and white. Seeing the envy in her eyes, I knew I had succeeded.

"Do you like your brother's room? Isn't it pretty?" I had her sit on my bed, while I
knelt in front of Jiajia, reaching out to stroke her face as I asked. Her skin was so smooth and delicate,
so fair and tender, the touch was wonderful, I didn't want to let go.

"Mmm... I like it, brother's room is so pretty..." She nodded vigorously. Success!

"Then how about I have someone decorate your room just like yours?" I looked gently into her
eyes and said, word by word. "No... no need..." I refused instinctively, tears welling up and
falling down my cheeks.

Oh no, did I push her too hard?

I stood up, grabbed a tissue from the table, and sat down next to her, carefully wiping away the tears on her cheeks.
"Jiajia, don't cry. Jiajia is your brother's precious child. Tell me, why are you crying?"

Seeing Jiajia's tears, I felt a pang of heartache for some reason. "No...no
one has ever been so kind to me...They all dislike me...They all hate me...Brother is the first person to be so
kind ...Will brother be so kind to Jiajia in the future..." she sobbed as she answered.

It was hard to imagine what kind of life she had lived before, that such a small thing could move her so deeply. At
that moment, I made a very important decision for my life: I would be good to Jiajia from now on and
make her happy. Whatever happens, I, her brother, will always be there for her!

I laughed, "What a silly little thing. Jiajia is your brother's little darling, how could your brother not be
good to ?" I gently patted my back to soothe her. "Don't hide things from your brother anymore, or he'll be angry,
understand?"

"I understand, I love you, brother, you're so warm," Jiajia said, her tears turning into a smile, looking at me with
a pained expression.

"Hehe... I love my little sister too..." I chuckled softly again. What an adorable little thing.

Enchanting Chronicle - 08 Brother's Birthday

Brother's Birthday

Since that meeting, Uncle Fan and my adoptive mother registered their marriage. Because neither of them were the type to care about
appearances , they handled it quite discreetly, without announcing it to the public.

It's been over half a year since I moved in. During this time, I've gotten along fairly well with Uncle Fan. He takes good care of me and
loves me dearly, but I still can't truly open my heart to him. Perhaps it's just my nature,

this cold and aloof personality...

But unexpectedly, I'm very dependent on my brother. This is an unbelievable phenomenon for me,
even I find it surprising, let alone my adoptive mother and the others. I always have a strange
sense of trust in my brother, but because of those unpleasant experiences in my childhood, even though I know he's very good to me,
I can't help but feel insecure and overthink things when I'm alone. It's such a contradictory feeling!

Today is my brother's birthday. Uncle Fan and my adoptive mother aren't in China; it's just me and my brother living together.

They went to France two months ago to handle business. Uncle Fan was sent to France by his company, and
his return date is uncertain. According to him, it will be at least three or four years. My adoptive mother and Uncle Fan have only been married for
less than , and she couldn't bear to be apart. Plus, she had to take care of Uncle Fan's daily life, so she packed her bags
and went to France with him for a romantic getaway.

Actually, they did consider taking me with them, hoping I could broaden my horizons, but I insisted on
not going , and they didn't force me. They're doing just fine as a couple; I don't want to be a third
wheel. Most importantly,

I don't want to leave my brother…

I've never liked blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners; they look like uncivilized gorillas,
and we can't even communicate properly. I'd much rather
live .

Today, I rushed home after school, sent the nanny away, and cooked a whole table of dishes to
celebrate my brother's birthday. But, oh, I'm so disappointed! My wish was dashed! It's all my fault. I could have just told him yesterday
; why was I being so mysterious? I should have guessed it sooner. My wonderful brother must have
many friends, and those friends would celebrate his birthday with him.

Perhaps I overestimated my importance in his heart; maybe he values his wonderful
friends more.

At 4:30, my brother called to tell me he'd been dragged off to a celebration by his friends and asked me to wait a bit;
he'd be back soon to celebrate with me. But...

it's 9 o'clock... and my brother still hasn't come back...

It's 10 o'clock... and my brother still hasn't come back...

It's 11 o'clock... and my brother still hasn't come back...

It's 11:30... and my brother still hasn't come back...

In half an hour, after midnight, his birthday will be over, but he still hasn't returned.

He said he'd be back soon, he would definitely come back. Looking at the table of food, now completely
cold , my initial excitement, like the food, slowly cooled.

He said he would come back, I mumbled to myself, slumped over the table, the
feeling of abandonment washing over me again. Does my brother no longer love me? Does he no longer want
me? Am I destined to be abandoned? Ha... ha... I laughed bitterly, tears
streaming down my face.

My heart ached so much, so much, it felt like I was dying. Brother... brother...

Tears welled up again. No, my brother won't abandon me! I wiped away
the tears, trying to comfort myself.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I felt for the first time how quickly time had passed. The second hand spun relentlessly, round and
round , and I suddenly felt an urge to smash it. Damn it… how could it run so fast? My brother
isn't back yet, I can't go that fast.

I jumped up, pulled a chair under the clock, stood on tiptoe, and struggled to get it down.
No, I couldn't reach it! I moved a smaller stool over the chair and wobbled
up to it.

"Ah…" I lost my balance and screamed as I fell hard from it. Ouch…
my whole elbow was numb. I rubbed my elbow, tears streaming down my face from the pain. (Chapter

9

: Bath Scene

1)

I stood in front of the mirror, slowly taking off my clothes, gazing at my reflection—clothed only in my underwear. My
naturally wavy long hair carried a touch of alluring charm. I couldn't help but stroke my face; the skin was incredibly soft and smooth,
the skin as far as my eyes could see was white and translucent.

Her skin was fair and delicate, her forehead broad and smooth, her eyes deep and round,
her nose high and straight, and her face slender yet gentle.

My hand slid down over her slender shoulders, her high and rounded breasts, her slim and flat abdomen, and her long
and shapely legs, her profile revealing a natural S-shaped, slender figure. Most beautiful of all were her
long legs , her thighs slender, her calves slightly protruding, always exuding a captivating charm.

I could hardly believe that the alluring woman in the mirror was the same ugly duckling I once was.

After admiring myself, I smiled with satisfaction and took off my underwear. Now, my full breasts, freed from their constraints,
sprang out like two playful little white rabbits, their rosy tips a sight to behold. Further
down , the mysterious grove between my legs gleamed, beckoning me to visit. Perhaps it was because I was doing well at Uncle Fan's house
, no longer having to be constantly on edge like before, and my mood was much more relaxed. Plus, the food was
nutritious , and I had grown taller, becoming more attractive day by day. Especially in the past year, my sex life with my brother
had made my figure even more perfect.

I stood under the showerhead, lathering my body with fine foam, gently massaging
every part.

If someone had told me two years ago that I would grow into a stunning beauty, I would never have
believed it. But looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but marvel at the changes.

The water was ready. I added my usual fragrance, stirred it, and slowly stepped into the tub.
I adjusted my position, lay down, closed my eyes, and let out a satisfied sigh, completely relaxed.

I love taking baths because they are my most relaxing and carefree moments. I didn't have this habit before because I couldn't
afford such a luxury, but now that I have the means, it's different, and of course I won't mistreat myself.
Besides , I didn't mean to mistreat myself; I've always lived for the moment.

Now, does my relationship with my brother count as incest?

My brother and I had our first sexual encounter about a year ago. It happened naturally
; neither of us forced the other. "Ah..." Just as I was lost in my imagination, a pair of large hands quietly caressed my
high breasts, startling me into a scream. I quickly opened my eyes.

Unexpectedly, the person reacted faster than I did, immediately removing their hands from my breasts and covering my
eyes, simultaneously kissing my lips and silencing my scream.

"Ugh...ugh..." The darkness before my eyes intensified my panic, and I desperately tried
to break free from the hot lips pressing against mine. But the man was even more forceful. His free hand twisted forcefully at
the tip , and as I gasped, his tongue seized the opportunity, plunging into my mouth and teasing my clitoris. "Ah…
no…" I desperately tried to push him away, but he pushed me into the bathtub. The tub was full of water, almost completely
submerging me. Fear immediately overwhelmed me. Although I enjoy baths, the darkness terrified me
.

Even as I struggled, he seemed to sense my thoughts, always reacting before I
did . From the moment he kissed me, his lips never left my red lips.

I grew increasingly frightened, struggling desperately in the water, my oxygen depleting faster. Soon I felt
oxygen-deprived , and my struggles became weak. The man seemed to sense this, finally releasing his
kiss, but still holding me underwater.

"Help…" I thought, wanting to speak, but afraid of choking. At that moment, I would rather this
man rape me than drown me.

Then, the man's hot lips pressed against my red lips. Instinctively, I stopped resisting and instead reached out my snow-white
hands to encircle his neck, actively slipping my tongue into his mouth and teasingly entwining it with his.
When he responded, I immediately pulled away, instead brushing against his teeth and teasing his gums—anything to
prevent him from having a chance to dance with my little tongue.

The man's breathing gradually became rapid, and the large hands kneading my breasts increased their pressure. I
knew I had successfully aroused his desire, so I kissed him even more passionately, hoping he would
relax .

I succeeded. The man's breathing became increasingly rapid, and finally, he couldn't resist any longer. He pulled me out of
the water, his hands moving to my breasts and buttocks, kneading them forcefully and skillfully.
Only then did I have a chance to see who it was.

2

"Heh..."

After seeing who it was, my tense nerves finally had a chance to relax. But as soon as I relaxed,
my legs went weak, and I almost slipped onto the floor.

"Hehe..." The man chuckled softly at my weak and limp appearance, and at the same time, he pulled
me up and held me in his arms. My breasts pressed against his broad chest, and his chest, vibrating with laughter, rubbed up and down
against my sensitive nipples. The ticklish sensation made my already weak legs even weaker.

"Little vixen, weren't you trying so hard to tease me just now? Why are you so limp now?" The man
lifted me onto the toilet and made me sit down, his hands caressing my body again. "You naughty brother, you bad brother, you bad guy,
you bullied me!" I pounded his broad chest while complaining, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. I
raised my hand to wipe away the tears, but they seemed to be playing tricks on me, the more I wiped, the more they fell, big drops falling one after another.

"Don't cry, don't cry, baby, it's your brother's fault, your brother shouldn't have scared you..." My brother patted
my back to comfort me, gently kissing away my big tears. My brother has always been like this,
sometimes very gentle, sometimes very mean, but what has never changed is that he spoils me. In him, I have
the warmth I have always longed for, so even though I know he is my brother in name only, I am happy to be with him.

Only after being with my brother did I understand the meaning of "moth to a flame." Perhaps the moth isn't unaware of the danger of fire,
but the fire offers the warmth it craves. So, even knowing the fire is dangerous, it still flies towards it,
seeking that warmth. Even if it dies, it wants to die in the fire's embrace, to die without regret.

With my brother's comforting words, I gradually stopped crying, but his kisses also created an ambiguous atmosphere
.

My brother gently kissed away the tears on my face, forcefully invading my red lips, exploring and teasing my warm
mouth . "Brother... Brother..." I weakly clung to my brother's broad shoulders, my tongue
dancing with his, passionate and intense.

"Baby... Baby..." my brother responded, one arm around my slender waist, forcefully pulling
me into his broad embrace, moving up and down, caressing me until my whole body went limp. His other hand caressed my full
breasts, kneading them lightly and gently, slowly and steadily.

I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan, and unconsciously arched my back, accepting my brother's caresses. Although I couldn't see,
I felt my little rabbits slowly turning red and swelling under his touch. That

annoying brother of mine had just scared me so much I was weak all over, and now he was pinching my breasts again,
knowing full well they were my sensitive areas, clearly trying to make me uncomfortable!

"Brother...brother...don't do this...it hurts so much." My breasts felt swollen and hot, a little painful, yet
I craved even stronger caresses—such a strange, contradictory feeling. My brother moved his kisses to my ear, gently
biting my earlobe, his voice filled with ambiguity close to my ear, "Don't do this? Then what do you want...?"

"Ah..." Ugh, why did he have to say it so close to my ear, making it tickle?
What's worse, after saying that, he blew a breath into my ear, making my whole body break out
in goosebumps. "So you're going to do this? Hmm?" My brother suddenly pinched my tender nipple, giving it a sharp
squeeze. "Ah..." I was so sensitive that I could barely stand, my hands involuntarily hooking around his strong
neck. "You're so annoying..."

My brother forced me to lower my head, watching my little rabbit change shape under his palm, so ambiguous,
so erotic, "Don't you like it? You'd do this if you didn't like it? Hmm?" My brother pinched the soft little bead on my nipple with his index and middle fingers
, teasing it until it became harder and harder.

"Mmm...so...so comfortable..." It was itchy, but so comfortable. I couldn't help but moan. I
loved it, I wanted my brother to touch it harder. "Hehe..." My brother chuckled softly. "Little vixen,
do you like it ?"

"I love it...so comfortable..." I became obsessed with my brother's fingers. My body trembled slightly.
Every caress from my brother seemed to bring me pleasure, as if his fingers had magic, making me addicted
and unable to extricate myself.

"Brother...brother...more..." My brother was so naughty, only pampering one of my little rabbits. Although it felt good,
the other little rabbit was also lonely, wanting my brother's affection and the pleasure he would give me.

"Hehe...bad girl, tell your brother what you want..." How annoying, asking questions you already know the answer to.

"Here...brother, it's so lonely here, I miss my brother so much." I moved my hand to the other little rabbit's little
rabbit.

My

brother lowered his head and kissed my little rabbit. After hearing my gasp, he smiled with satisfaction and
played with the soft little bead on the tip of my nipple with his tongue.

My brother's wet, hot tongue and the alternating tightness and looseness of his sucking made my chest feel both swollen and painful, uncomfortable
yet pleasurable. Before this, I had never known that my chest could
feel . "Brother...brother...it's so hot..." I helplessly twisted my body, feeling all my senses
concentrated in this sensation. My chest felt sore and soft, even my most private parts were moist, and I began to feel a little empty. "

No rush, baby, I'll satisfy you soon..." My brother released my nipples, which he had made hard
as , and his tongue licked upwards between my breasts, lingering on my long, white neck. He gripped my
slender waist with one hand and traced my belly button with the other, successfully sending a shiver down my spine. His hand then moved downwards, tracing
my secret jungle, until he reached the mysterious capital hidden within. The sensation of my soaked state made him chuckle softly,
"What a sensitive little vixen, already so wet, you really want it, don't you?"

"Mmm...I want it so bad, brother, give it to me..." I moaned, so hot, so uncomfortable... I grabbed his
large hand and pulled it down, "It hurts so much here..." The unfamiliar desire within me made me beg aloud.

"You want it here, don't you?"

My brother's thick, large hand slid down according to my will, slipping into my most shy, private flower. His thick, long
fingers deftly parted the shy, tightly closed petals, finding the little clitoris hidden deep inside,
exploring it carefully, rubbing it slowly.

The ultimate pleasure overwhelmed me, instantly drowning out all my senses, leaving my mind blank .
My whole body tensed up suddenly, convulsing uncontrollably, almost unable to breathe.

"Baby...my baby," my brother's voice was low and sexy with desire, his hot breath
moving from my snow-white, slender neck to my ear, biting my earlobe and sucking softly.

I almost collapsed, it felt so good! But I greedily wanted more, more.

My brother's middle finger applied slight pressure to the moist, burning opening. "Ah..." It went in. My empty
lower abdomen felt comforted, greedily sucking on my brother's finger, wanting more,

deeper...

"Little darling, you want it, don't you? You're biting my finger and won't let go, you're thirsty..."
My brother 's middle finger began to slide slowly, while his little finger annoyingly pressed against my vulva, applying pressure lightly and heavily.

Even though it was already filled, why did it still feel so empty, as if it wanted more? "Brother...
more... more..." The emptiness and thirst in my body seemed to intensify, I wanted it so badly...

My brother chuckled softly, quickening the sliding of his finger, twisting and turning it deep within her tightness.

"Ah..." I couldn't help but moan, arching my back in response to his movements, how annoying!
My brother knew perfectly well that was my sensitive spot, yet he deliberately pressed on it. The immense pleasure emanating from deep within my body made
me weak all over. "Brother... I want..."

"Didn't I already give it to you? Why do you want more... what else do you want..." As he spoke, my brother bent
his thumb and forefinger and flicked his fingers hard against that shy little bean.

"Ah..." I let out a sharp groan, my body suddenly stiffening, my lower abdomen convulsing
as pleasure washed over me. I pressed against his fingers, convulsing violently. "Ah... Brother... No more...
No ..."

4

"Hehe, you came so quickly..." My brother continued to thrust his middle finger in and out, and even more outrageous, he
ignored my convulsions and forcefully inserted his index finger as well,
thrusting faster and harder into my small, still convulsing vagina, making me scream repeatedly at the peak of pleasure. "Brother... Brother...
It's so big... So full... No more... Jiajia, no more..."

Such unfamiliar, such immense pleasure brought tears to my eyes. I was a little afraid of
what , but I also had a faint hope, a hope that my brother would treat me even more roughly. How strange, why was this happening?

My brother, who always doted on me, stopped his twitching fingers and gently kissed away my tears. "Okay...
we don't want to...we don't want to...baby, if you don't want to, we don't want to..." My brother kissed my lips again,
his nimble tongue sliding into my mouth, sucking, teasing, and rubbing against my little tongue, forcing me
to dance with him, teasing my senses.

After my brother stopped thrusting, the thrilling feeling of the orgasm gradually subsided, and I began to feel
an emptiness in my lower abdomen, longing to return to the extreme pleasure I had just experienced.

"Brother..." I couldn't help but squeeze my legs together, "Mmm..." I forgot that my brother's fingers were still inside me, and
this squeezing not only made me moan comfortably, but my brother also groaned.

"Little vixen, you were just saying no, and now you're moving around again, do you want it..." My brother started
thrusting again, from slow to fast, and his low, husky voice rang out again. Because he was speaking close to my ear,
it was a little muffled, but even more sexy and alluring.

"Mmm... this little vixen wants her brother..." I love the feeling my brother gives me, my lower body is sore and
soft, it feels so good, I want him to come in quickly.

My brother chuckled softly again, I love his laughter, it's so charming! "You're such a seductive little vixen...
if you want it, do it yourself, help your brother take off his clothes..." My brother lingered in my ear, his
big hand around my waist playfully circling and kneading my waist, while his other hand was thrusting and rotating.

"Mmm..." I tried to lift my weak upper body, struggling to help my brother
take off his already soaked clothes. His white shirt was wet and clung to his
body , revealing an alluring color. I was so easily tempted,
I pinched his dark nipples hard with my little hand.

"Uh... little vixen... are you being naughty..." My brother groaned softly, his hand
paused , his arm on my slender waist stiffened, his muscles tensing.

My brother has always had a great physique, strong and muscular, which makes me feel safe just looking at him.

"Yes... I like to be naughty with you, brother..." I watched his sexy Adam's apple bob up and down, and
I seductively licked my upper lip, kissing his Adam's apple, my little tongue circling around it.

My brother stopped again, releasing his arms that had been holding me, and hurriedly
ripped off . "Naughty girl, you've even learned to tease people... Who taught you that, Xiang..." My brother punished me
by leaving a light, not-too-heavy, tooth mark on my fair, smooth shoulder.

"Ah... naughty brother... you'll leave a tooth mark..." I was startled and scolded him playfully.

"Leaving a tooth mark is good, so you'll have my mark on you..." My brother
chuckled , "Come on, baby, wrap your legs around my waist..." My brother's strong arms wrapped around my slender waist,
his other hand supporting his angry manhood, adjusting the angle to enter.

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