Paradox H - ☆、Yu Lai Through Wind and Rain

"When did you buy this gift?" Ling Sinan asked curiously as she touched the necklace around her neck in the elevator.
A tiny teardrop-shaped blue crystal adorns the delicate silver chain, making it exceptionally charming under the light.
"Last week." The elevator doors opened, and Ling Qingyuan held one side, letting his sister go first.
Ling Sinan was still smiling as she walked out the door: "Last week...?" After thinking for a moment, she realized that he had indeed mysteriously gone out the day after her aunt's birthday party. She turned around as soon as she got out of the elevator, pointed at her younger brother with her finger: "Oh, so you went out to buy this that day?"
Ling Qingyuan took half a step forward, about to answer, when he suddenly glanced to the left at the stairwell: "Mom."
"What did you buy that day?" In the hallway, Qiu Shanhua was standing by the door, his finger still on the lock, looking like he had just arrived.
Ling Sinan was startled and coughed lightly, "Mom." After saying that, she subconsciously pressed her hand to her neck and silently hid the necklace inside her shirt.
"It's nothing, just a reference book." Ling Qingyuan calmly tilted his head and stepped forward. "Sister doesn't believe I need to buy reference books to prepare for the exam."
Qiu Shanhua glanced at Ling Sinan behind him and said, "Even the smartest person needs to work hard. You should learn from your younger brother."
"Mmm." Ling Sinan responded somewhat guiltily, remembering that she had stolen a kiss from her younger brother in the elevator earlier, thankfully she hadn't been caught.
The door opened, and the three of them walked into the house one after another. Ling Sinan always felt a little uncomfortable around Qiu Shanhua. She quickly took off her shoes, put them away, greeted her, and headed to the bedroom. Ling Qingyuan was going to follow, but was suddenly stopped by his mother.
"Yuanyuan, wait a minute."
Ling Sinan paused for a moment, then walked back towards the bedroom.
In the hall, Qiu Shanhua sat on the sofa, across from her beloved son. Usually, she would greet him with a kind smile, but today was different.
The woman's brows furrowed with suspicion as she stared coldly at Ling Qingyuan. After a long while, she finally spoke, "What exactly is going on between you and your sister?"
"What?" Ling Qingyuan raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"It's only been a little over a month. When did you two develop feelings for each other?"
Ling Qingyuan's expression froze.
"Your sibling relationship has improved far too quickly." Qiu Shanhua frowned. "You haven't seen each other for ten years, where do you get so much to talk about?"
Ling Qingyuan's expression softened slightly, and he smiled, "So that's what blood relation is, isn't it? After all, my sister is also your child."
This was a clever answer, both addressing the mother's doubts and subtly emphasizing the mother-daughter relationship, prompting Qiu Shanhua to consider this ethical connection and avoid excluding Ling Sinan from the family.
The definition of ethics is contradictory for Ling Qingyuan. Sometimes it is an invisible net binding him and his sister, and sometimes it is the perfect shield for them. He despises it, but he has to rely on it when it matters.
Qiu Shanhua glanced at Ling Qingyuan again, then turned her gaze away after a while, lowering her eyebrows: "I told you yesterday to keep your distance from your sister in the future."
"I informed you about Gao Hang's birthday party today."
“I know that, I’m just reminding you.” Qiu Shanhua looked up at his son again: “But I’m also very curious, why did your classmate invite your sister to his birthday party? You told me they had a gathering, but apart from you, I can’t find any other gathering they have.”
“Then Jiaoji is probably me.” Ling Qingyuan leaned back on the sofa. “It’s not strange that Gao Hang thinks my sister is interesting and wants to be friends with her. Since he invited me, of course he invited my sister as well.”
If you really look into it, the logic is still not smooth enough, but Ling Qingyuan speaks too calmly and usually behaves too obediently, so Qiu Shanhua doesn't bother to press for details.
“It’s all over now, there’s nothing more to say.” Qiu Shanhua glanced at the bedroom with its closed door at the end of the staggered staircase. “But don’t get too involved with her anymore. You two have been getting too close these days.”
"What's wrong with me being close to my sister? Am I supposed to pretend I don't know her at school and let my classmates wonder what kind of abnormal relationship we have?"
"So you shouldn't have let anyone know she's your sister in the first place!" Qiu Shanhua suddenly stood up. "It's only been a few months, and you couldn't even keep it a secret for a few months?!" Qiu Shanhua's voice rose, but she was truly angered by her son's unusual behavior. Sure enough, nothing good had happened since her daughter came back. Yuan Yuan, who used to always go along with her, was now arguing with her.
Ling Qingyuan turned his head and slowly curled his lips into a smile: "...What about a few months later? A few months later, are you going to kick her out?"
Qiu Shanhua was stunned.
Of course, the couple would never tell Ling Qingyuan about their plans.
This unplanned daughter was born when their relationship was at its lowest point, and they didn't put much effort into raising her, let alone develop a deep emotional bond with her; at best, they maintained a distant relationship. Qiu Shanhua could never forget the suffering she endured after giving birth to this daughter, and she had repeatedly regretted, thinking, "If only it hadn't been a daughter..."
Humans always find it easy to blame others for their mistakes, and only in this way can they feel better. Qiu Shanhua blamed the deaths of her two stillborn children and her father-in-law on her, giving herself a better excuse for her bias. For the sake of her son and the future of the Ling family, how could Ling Sinan, who was marked as a jinx, be accepted?
But if this continues, Yuan Yuan might really become dependent on this older sister, and that would be... troublesome.
"In short, you'd better listen to your mother." Qiu Shanhua emphasized repeatedly, "Don't think that your father and I are sending her away early. We're doing this for your own good."
—We're doing this for your own good.
Ling Qingyuan's smile faded, and he slowly stood up, putting his hands in his pockets.
"knew."
He returned to the room and stepped into darkness.
He closed the door, leaned back against it, tilted his head back, and let out a deep sigh.
Then a hand reached out from the abyss-like darkness, climbed onto his chest, and wrapped around his neck. Then the sweet fragrance of a young girl filled his nostrils, and a soft touch came to his lips.
His heart was pounding because it was his sister.
The older sister's kiss was awkward; her soft, cotton-candy-like lips pressed against his, gently touching his lower lip before moving up and touching his upper lip.
Then her tongue darted out and gently licked between Ling Qingyuan's strangely cool lips, as docile as a cat drinking milk.
Ling Qingyuan couldn't take it anymore, so he hooked her head behind his back and pressed her against him.
"Sister..." He called out to her, his breath brushing against her lips. He pressed his lips against hers, calling her name again and again—"Sister..."
His tongue shot out at the same time, touching hers.
Two soft, wet tongues hooked together, intertwining and circling, like fish sharing a meal on the mudflats. Every sticky exchange of saliva was a final, desperate sound before suffocation.
Their kiss deepened, and Ling Sinan was almost lifted off the ground, her entire weight resting on her younger brother's arms.
She made muffled sobs, which were all swallowed into Ling Qingyuan's mouth.
The sucking on his tongue was painful. Ling Sinan patted his fierce mouth, feeling like she was about to suffocate.
Ling Qingyuan only moved his lips away and licked along the corner of her mouth as the saliva trickled down her armpit.
It licks gently, with the same devotion as a canine.
Ling Sinan was dizzy from the kiss, but looking into his earnest eyes, she couldn't help but trace the curve of his eyelids with her lips.
The warm breath tickled his long eyelashes, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.
With his back still leaning against the door, Ling Qingyuan held Si Nan in his arms. Her full breasts were pressed against his chest. He licked his lips and sighed with satisfaction.
"How dare you be so bold?" he asked in the darkness.
They actually came to his room, weren't they afraid that their mother had come along earlier?
Ling Sinan lay on her younger brother's chest and said, "I just... missed you."
His heart was instantly emptied by a single sentence, leaving an emptiness that could never be filled, and a sense of emptiness overwhelmed him.
"We've only been apart for a few minutes." His voice suddenly took on a hoarse, magnetic tone.
"So you can't even think about it?"
"Yes." Ling Qingyuan pulled his sister into the crook of his neck and rubbed his cheek against hers. "It would be nice if you kept thinking about her."
After a long silence in the darkness, broken only by the sound of the other person's breathing, which gradually became lighter and clearer, the girl's gentle voice finally broke the stillness.
"She wants me to leave, right?"
Ling Qingyuan tightened his grip on her, as if someone might snatch her away from him at any moment.
"Look at you, so outstanding, of course they don't want to just throw their son away like this," Ling Sinan joked self-deprecatingly. "After all, a daughter is a money-losing burden, while a son is there to carry on the family line."
"If I'm going to have a child, I want to have one with my older sister."
"Don't be silly, we're siblings, it's impossible." Ling Sinan stood on his feet. "So you'd better think it over..."
"I want you, not the child." Ling Qingyuan said without hesitation.
Ling Sinan blushed instantly and lowered her head: "I've already made up my mind..."
“I’ve already thought it through. If I have to give you up for the sake of the child, then the child means nothing to me.”
The weight that had been hanging over her heart was finally lifted, and Ling Sinan couldn't help but hug him tightly, whispering, "You're a child yourself."
"So...love me a little more," he coaxed softly.
"I..." The words caught in her throat, and Ling Sinan hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "...I...love you very much..."
She's really not good at sweet talk; she feels like she's burning up whenever she tries to say it.
This is thanks to his frequent sweet talk and flirting with her, which has helped her improve these days.
"I see." Ling Qingyuan pursed his lips, a hint of a smile flickering in his peach blossom eyes. "What did you call me?"
"Hmm? Qingyuan?"
Ling Qingyuan raised the corners of his lips slightly.
"Little brother." Ling Sinan probably guessed what he meant, but deliberately didn't say it, "Yuanyuan..."
"You know what I want to hear." He wasn't angry. He raised his fingertips and brushed them across her lips. He pressed lightly with his fingertips, causing her moist lips to sink slightly, revealing two small white teeth behind them. He deliberately scraped the tips of her teeth: "Won't you let go?"
Ling Sinan gently bit him, her soft tongue curling up to suck her brother's index finger into her mouth.
Even though it wasn't an erogenous zone, he took a deep breath.
Her warm little tongue entwined around his fingertips, like a young girl lifting her slender legs and hooking them around his waist. Her wet saliva smeared on his fingerprints, like the gurgling honey flowing from a secret garden. She sipped at his fingers, making him involuntarily move to the rhythm of her entwining.
My fingers twirled her tongue inside her mouth, the sticky spitting sounds filling her ears.
His fingertips began to move more and more lewdly, and his other hand pressed against her buttocks, pressing her lower body against his increasingly unruly penis.
Ling Sinan certainly sensed it. With Ling Qingyuan's index finger still in her mouth, she slightly raised her eyes from bottom to top, her pure eyes containing a hint of allure, an unconscious expression of longing for him.
“…Husband…” she released him and called out softly.
Ling Qingyuan's breathing rate changed.
The force beneath her tightened suddenly, embedding that erect protrusion between her legs.
"Mmm..." A soft moan escaped her ear as Ling Qingyuan lowered his head to kiss her, sucking his way from her ear to her neck. "You've become naughty..."
She turned her face to kiss his cheek, and proactively arched her back to rub against his lower body.
"...I really want to fuck you, sister."
“But…” Ling Qingyuan’s fist, which was resting on her buttocks, slowly closed, and he let out a restrained low breath before stopping himself, “Not today.”
Ling Sinan was suddenly startled and blinked in disbelief.
"Today is too dangerous." Ling Qingyuan patted her head. "Just bear with it a little longer."
Rarely taking the initiative, Ling Sinan's enthusiasm was abruptly cut short, and she angrily turned her head away: "Why should I tolerate this? I don't care at all."
“…I’m talking about myself.” Ling Qingyuan’s hand stroked down her beautifully shaped back: “Don’t tempt me anymore, I’m afraid I can’t help myself.”
These words made her feel a little better. Ling Sinan thought about what her younger brother had been called over by their mother earlier, and wondered what she had said. It was indeed a bit dangerous for the two of them to have an affair behind their mother's back at a time like this.
She pursed her lips: "Then I'll be going." Since we need to be safe, it's better to get back to our rooms as soon as possible.
Ling Qingyuan looked down at her, remained silent for a long time, and then said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
He carefully opened the door, and the sound of a hairdryer could be heard coming from the bathroom in the distance.
Ling Sinan walked out of the room, her hand still held in her younger brother's palm.
She turned to the side, glancing at him one last time before returning to her room, a sweet feeling welling up inside her: "Goodnight, Yuanyuan."
His thumb slid from her wrist bone to her palm as she withdrew, and then slowly slid down to her knuckles.
A surge of emotion welled up in his heart, and he abruptly pulled her back, his thin lips covering hers.
It was just a fleeting moment, a brief touch followed by an immediate separation; I dared not linger for even a second.
Goodnight, baby.
Ling Sinan returned to her room, her heart pounding like a drum, feeling as if it were about to burst open every second, with countless little voices jumping out to shout how joyful and excited she was.
She took out her phone and looked through the photos she had taken that day. One of them was a photo she had secretly taken of her and him.
She logged onto Weibo, which she hadn't used in a long time, and posted a new message, choosing this photo as the accompanying picture.
What kind of text would be suitable to accompany this?
...Not daring to say too much, she simply typed two words.
"We," with a small, encouraging heart.
Then click "Send".
When Ling Sinan returned after taking a shower, there were several more comments from her friends.
Because Duan Chengcheng replied first: "[You and your brother went to Rainbow Park?]", no one went off-topic; most people were just praising the siblings' good genes.
However, one of the IDs was unfamiliar.
You have to finish the potatoes you chose, even if you have to kneel down: [Your boyfriend and you are a perfect match.]
Ling Sinan clicked on his ID and found that this person didn't have a single Weibo post.
She was the only person who paid attention to him.
Ling Sinan's lips curled up slightly.
Voyeur.
The next few days were spent in intensive review, and she had far fewer opportunities to spend time with Ling Qingyuan.
Ling Sinan thought that life would probably continue peacefully until the college entrance examination was over.
But suddenly a new hot topic emerged on the school website in Qinghe City—
That was a photograph.
The girl in the photo is gently holding a boy's hand, as if she is whispering something to him.
The girl was quiet and beautiful, and the boy was handsome and dashing.
"The Sweet Orange Goddess Couple is born!"
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