Paradox H - ☆, He and She

That day's family dinner had both bad and good news.
She finally understood why Qingyuan was so calm at the time—because once his grandmother spoke, his mother could no longer take him to Australia.
But Grandma's condition deteriorated rapidly, and by the time she forgot she needed to keep this grandson, she had no choice but to accept it.
Naturally, she wouldn't have any chance to get close to her younger brother this summer.
During the summer, he enrolled in a closed-style summer camp for preparing students for exams.
Because Qingyuan wasn't home, her family's control over her had loosened considerably. Or rather, her parents were so busy these days that they had no time to take care of her—it seemed that the Ling family's business was in trouble.
There were signs of this several months ago, but the situation has worsened in the past month.
The house was often shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere, which made Ling Sinan, who already felt uncomfortable in the house, even more uncomfortable.
It wasn't until she met with Shen Yu a few more times and the two families moved up the engagement date that her parents' expressions softened slightly.
They didn't plan on having a grand ceremony for their engagement with Shen Yu; they would just hold a banquet at a hotel to announce it to relatives and friends.
Everyone knows what an engagement banquet is all about; it's just a way for the two families to confirm their relationship.
"You're getting engaged to Shen Yu in a few days, why are you still looking so gloomy?" Qiu Shanhua suddenly asked during dinner.
It was a rare occasion for the three of us to sit at a table for a meal, but we felt like complete strangers.
Ling Sinan, still biting her chopsticks, let go of them upon hearing this and said, "I was just lost in thought." Her response was truly devoid of emotion.
Qiu Shanhua winked at Ling Miao, who glanced at his wife, then picked up a piece of shredded potato and put it in Ling Sinan's bowl: "Have the schools been sending out admission notices these past few days? Have you received any at home? Which school did you get into?"
Ling Sinan stared at the quietly lying, glistening shredded potatoes in the bowl, and stirred them with her chopsticks.
It was impossible for her family to receive it, so she was careful and filled in Duan Chengcheng's home address as the mailing address. She had already received her admission notice from F University a few days ago.
Ling Sinan knew that her parents wanted to rehearse what it would be like for the family to be harmonious before the engagement, but it was only at this point that they asked her which school she had been accepted to. How careless were they?
So... if she doesn't eat potatoes, how can she expect them to remember?
The apartment was always well soundproofed, making her silence all the more jarring.
The faint sounds of bowls and chopsticks clattering, a man chewing food, and Liu Ma scrubbing the shower in the bathroom further away were all around.
It was a cloudy day, and the sky darkened early. The lights projected from above the restaurant were as cold as their conversation.
Misunderstanding the reason for her silence, Qiu Shanhua glanced at her indifferently, then lowered her eyes and continued speaking to herself—
"Luckily, you're still a girl."
Ling Sinan frowned.
“It’s good for a woman to marry well.” As Qiu Shanhua said this, she glanced at Ling Miao, who was eating by himself, with a hint of resentment, but then slowly withdrew her gaze. “However, you still need to go to university. Your parents have paved the way for you now. Once you and Shen Yu are engaged, the Shen family certainly won’t want you to only have a high school diploma. Whether you study abroad or get a degree, at least don’t let us lose face.”
She didn't know how to respond to this ridiculous statement, and she had long realized that all arguments were futile in front of people who didn't care about her, so she didn't waste her energy and just casually hummed in agreement.
If she hadn't gotten involved with Shen Yu, would they have gone to all this trouble?
In the end, she didn't even really care which school she applied to.
“Oh, right…” Qiu Shanhua thought of something, “When the parents talked last week, I already told Yuanyuan about your engagement date.”
She was taken aback, then heard Ling Miao's slightly deeper voice beside her: "Why hasn't Qingyuan returned yet? Don't let Lao Liang go pick him up?"
"The teacher in charge said that the summer camp shuttle bus will take you directly to the entrance of the community." Qiu Shanhua looked up at the clock, the hour hand pointing to 6 p.m., "It's about time."
Just then, the sound of the electronic door lock being opened came from the main gate.
Ling Sinan's heart leaped into her throat at the sound of that voice, and her heart raced for a moment.
Although he was still mechanically holding the chopsticks, his ears were already intently listening to the sounds coming from the entryway.
For the past month, she hadn't thought much about him.
If you accidentally think of him, quickly find something else to banish his image from your mind.
Once she got used to this pattern, she thought it wouldn't feel so bad, and that would make her more mature.
The faint sound of slippers scraping against the wooden floor reached my ears.
Then came the familiar, magnetic voice of the boy, so familiar it made her heart race; it had been a long time since she'd heard it, and it sounded even more mellow and gentle.
"Dad, Mom." After a pause, "...Sister."
He's back.
This realization filled her mind in that instant.
The nights seemed to drag on endlessly.
Ling Sinan had lost count of how many times she had checked the time, but the living room lights were still on.
She stood up from the chair and paced back and forth in the room several times, but there was still no noticeable change in the corridor with a crack in the door.
Unable to contain herself any longer, she opened the door and left the room.
On the sofa in the living room, he had already showered sometime earlier, his slightly damp hair looking a little messy. He tilted his head and rubbed his hair as he answered, his expression neither good nor bad, at most indifferent. After all, before going to summer camp, he seemed to be having a cold war with his parents.
With her...
It was probably during the Cold War.
As she stepped out of the room, Ling Qingyuan glanced in her direction.
His eyes quickly lowered, as if his action just now was merely a momentary reflex.
Ling Sinan walked down the steps, drifting by like a ghost, pretending to go to the bathroom to wash up.
In this short time, I was able to see him up close.
My skin looks a bit tanned, but it's not obvious.
His head had grown a little longer, and his naturally falling bangs covered his eyes. Looking back, one could see that his originally slender nape was now covered by his hair.
Then she went into the bathroom, where she could only hear intermittent conversations coming from outside.
Most of the time, they talked about summer camp programs and trips to Australia.
The mere mention of the word "Australia" filled Ling Sinan with dread; she both wanted to hear it and dared not.
When she came out of the bathroom again, there was no one in the living room, and the light in her parents' bedroom was on.
The light in Ling Qingyuan's room was also on.
There is no lock.
Each step she took was accompanied by a pounding heartbeat, and it took her quite a while to finally reach the doorway where the two of them faced each other.
Qingyuan stood by the bed, packing her clothes for her suitcase.
"Are you going to sleep?" Not knowing what to say, she asked casually, "Is summer camp tiring?"
Ling Qingyuan stopped what he was doing, glanced sideways, and narrowed his peach blossom eyes into a thin line.
Which one do you want to ask?
"Huh?"
"I'm going to sleep, I'm tired." He simply gave both answers.
“…Oh.” She stared at his thin, flat lips and realized she had made a fool of herself.
However, today is not the time to explain, as both parents are here.
Ling Sinan lowered her head, her tone revealing undisguised disappointment: "Then you should go to sleep early."
He then went to his room.
Just as I turned around to close the door, I encountered a resistance.
The door was suddenly pushed open, and she took two steps back.
Before she could even stand still, an arm casually wrapped around her waist, turned around and pulled her into his arms, pressing her back against the door.
The door slammed shut, and Ling Sinan's heart skipped a beat. She nervously lowered her chin and stared at him.
Their breaths mingled in that instant, making time stand still.
After a long, long time, her breathing rose and fell with her chest, and she finally murmured softly—
"Weren't you going to sleep?"
"Want to sleep with you?"
Ling Sinan's face instantly turned bright red: "Speak properly, Mom and Dad are still alive."
A soft laugh.
“If they see us like this, no amount of nice words will help.” Ling Qingyuan leaned slightly forward, his forehead touching hers, and his right hand, which was supporting the back of her head, went deeper into her groin.
With a slight pressure from my palm, I made her lift her head.
"Twenty-eight days, thirteen hours, and seventeen minutes."
"Um?"
"Long time no see, sister."
The two were so close that his breath brushed against her nose, making her gasp for air, her heart pound, and her steps falter.
It felt as if all the air in his chest was being sucked out; his chest heaved rapidly, and he felt suffocated no matter what he did.
But she still retained her rationality. She remembered that it wasn't late at night, that his room light was on, and that her parents were still awake.
"Get out of here, it'll be terrible if we get seen like this." She raised her hand and pushed him, the movement so light it was like a tickle.
"Sister..." He lazily tilted his head, licked his lips, and lowered his voice even more: "I want to kiss you."
She instinctively pressed her lips to her mouth and shook her head violently—not to be dramatic, but because once she started, it never ended, and she wasn't confident she could control herself.
"Open your mouth." A low, seductive voice whispered, and the long-lost warmth of his thin lips gently touched her fingertips.
Her voice was muffled after being pressed against his palm: "...Mom and Dad..."
He pulled her hand down without much effort.
"If you don't want to, push me away."
Her hand rested against his chest; his warmth emanated from beneath her t-shirt.
As a result, his face turned red with embarrassment for a long time, but his hands remained motionless.
"Look."
She heard his slightly heavy breathing.
"My parents are not as important as me."
A kiss landed.
Qingyuan was already more than ten centimeters taller than her, so this kiss from above forced her to tilt her head back to receive it.
Their lips met, their necks intertwined and turned several times, their breaths gradually becoming heavy, as if they were exchanging breaths in each other's mouths.
He grasped the hand that was pressed against his chest and then pressed it against the door.
Her lips still tasted his, yet she opened her eyes, dazed, and glanced at the boy's hand that was holding her captive from above, her mind wandering aimlessly...
My brother's hands are so big.
The bones in her hands are also very beautiful.
How come there's not a single unattractive feature on this person...?
God is indeed unfair.
While he was kissing her lips, he opened her hands and pressed them against the door.
His fingertips parted along the gaps between his fingers, intertwining with hers.
The slightly raised blue veins on the back of his hand seem to signify the powerful transformation from boyhood to manhood.
It is both power and beauty.
The kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time, so long that Ling Sinan felt he had almost absorbed all the saliva in her mouth. Her mouth was dry, so she bit his lip before he pulled away, pressing against her as he breathed heavily.
Perhaps still wanting more, he touched the corner of her lips with his thin lips and gently kissed her cupid's bow.
The quiet room was filled with the low breathing of the two people.
It was just a kiss.
Their eyes met, unblinking, with nowhere to hide.
"Yuan..." She opened her mouth only to find her voice was hoarse. She cleared her throat and met his gaze, which he still wouldn't let go of. She awkwardly pinched the corner of his t-shirt and moved it. In that second, it was like a cat trying to get its owner's attention by scratching its paw, which was cute and proud.
"Mmm." His kiss landed on her earlobe: "Let me go, I know."
"Knowing you still..." She hunched her shoulders, her head tilted to one side because of the dense kisses on her ear, exposing a large expanse of her ivory-white neck. It was unclear whether she was avoiding him or condoning his "violent act."
He exhaled softly, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "You should at least show some real action."
I can't do it, you bastard!
Outraged, she suddenly grabbed her brother's collar, and just as her lips were about to cover his, she kissed a finger instead.
He pressed his index finger to his lips, his peach blossom eyes half-open and half-closed, "Shh."
The next second, she heard the sound of people going up the stairs, and her heart stopped beating abruptly.
Ling Qingyuan's emotions didn't fluctuate much. Instead, he cupped her head, leaned in, and nuzzled her face against his.
"Go to sleep early and have a sweet dream..."
He paused for a long time, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
Still frozen in the sound of footsteps, Ling Sinan only heard him say one last thing to her before he left—
"Tonight, dream of me."
He opened the door and stepped out of the room, just in time to turn and look at the woman who was turning into the corridor.
"Yuanyuan? What happened to you—"
I heard my mother's surprised voice.
He closed the door again.
With the door separating them, Ling Sinan couldn't see what was happening outside. She wanted to open the door, but she was worried that doing so would only make it harder for him to explain himself.
"I just had something to say to my sister."
With her back against the door, she heard him casually ignoring the terrifying scene that had just unfolded outside.
Her mother's displeased voice was no longer clear outside the door, while his voice, every syllable, resonated with the rhythm of her breathing.
[Tonight, dream of me.]
She raised her hand in a daze, her fingertips brushing against her lips, still tasting his lingering flavor.
I wish I could actually dream about it.
The night is long, and a new day begins.
Today is her day off. Ling Sinan, who doesn't have to work hard at her part-time job, plans to go to a place that she hasn't been brave enough to face for so long.
The morning was bright and clear. Summer days are early, and the golden light of the sky fell on the windowsill, illuminating her in her light clothing.
As she left the room, she glanced at Ling Qingyuan's tightly closed door, then thought for a moment and quietly departed.
She first went to a flower shop and bought a bouquet of fresh, vibrant white lilies, then queued up at the morning market to buy a few pancakes, which she put in the lunchbox she had brought.
The multi-layered lunchbox contained snacks prepared the day before, two of which were even made by myself.
With everything prepared, she arrived at the station. The sun had just turned a reddish-gold color and was slowly rising from the clouds.
I glanced down at my phone and saw that there were exactly 5 minutes left before the next bus arrived.
Then, naturally, she also noticed the message that Ling Qingyuan had sent her.
[Are you going to elope?]
Ling Sinan couldn't help but chuckle and buried herself in typing.
[Hello, the user you are trying to contact is not in the service area.]
After finishing this, Ling Sinan put her hands down, shrugged, and sat on the cold waiting seat. She turned her head to look in the direction the train had come from, and swayed her body back and forth gently.
The city of Qinghe in the morning is both bustling and quiet.
The traffic is noisy, but people's hearts are silent.
"elder sister."
She heard a gentle, pleasant voice coming from beside her.
Ling Sinan suddenly turned around and saw a middle-aged man next to her, squinting as he looked at the newspaper he had just bought.
Hallucinations...?
While she was still in a daze, on the other side of the uncle, the boy slowly leaned back, leaned out half of his body, and winked at her.
"Can the service area's service range be more than one meter?"
Ling Sinan stared in astonishment.
When the car arrived, he hurriedly squeezed onto it with her and sat down in the back.
Ling Sinan was completely baffled... Why was he always able to find her so effortlessly?
"How did you... end up following me?"
Ling Qingyuan glanced at her, took the lunchbox from her hand and placed it at his feet, then picked up the bouquet of lilies in his other hand.
His clear eyes shone with the light of dawn, and after a moment, he chuckled softly and said—
"Meeting the parents."

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