The crescent moon accompanies my pillow 1-8

The Crescent Moon by My Pillow 1-5

First Published: Courtyard House
Word Count: 8 Chapters 18485 words

************************************************************************************** First of all, I would like to thank all the readers for your comments. I was really touched to see your heartfelt support yesterday!

Before I could finish speaking, another article of mine was reposted yesterday. To be honest, I am very happy that others repost my articles, allowing more readers to see my work. It is a very happy thing. Otherwise, I would not have visited this site to read the comments. But I don't know why the author's words are always deleted. I felt unhappy when I saw the site's response. It's fine if you think I'm petty, but shouldn't you also repost the author's words, instead of just reposting the text as if nothing happened?

I am not against others reposting my articles. In fact, I welcome it very much and am even grateful to friends who appreciate my work and share it with other readers. I just hope to get a little respect, not this "you can be angry, I can't care" attitude.

I can imagine that even if forwarding is used, it will eventually be reposted without any apparent cause. In fact, there are many well-meaning readers on this site, and it's extremely unfair that others can't see it because of one or two people's issues. As Korman aptly put it yesterday, "Just because a few trees make you uncomfortable, you're going to abandon the whole forest? Just because a few people annoy you, all of us who have been eagerly awaiting your new posts should be implicated?"

Yes, those who read carefully and leave friendly comments shouldn't be affected.

In reality, for the sake of livelihood and family, we often have to compromise. Writing is a form of entertainment for me; I can choose to write or not. To put it bluntly, the joy I get from writing a 200,000-word article about a social gathering is the same as writing a 300-word joke.

Writing is my pleasure, and I won't give up because of differing opinions. However, I believe I can choose to write what I like when I'm in a different mood, even if it's the work with the fewest views and only one response. (laughs)

When I first wrote it, the female character was named Ming Yue'er, but recently I searched online and found that there was actually a musician with the same name, so I had to change the name. So, 　　the work with the lowest

response rate in Spring in the Courtyard has emerged again (laughs 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　)
********** 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　... 　　Every time I complained, my mother would stroke my head and smile, saying, "Isn't this good? Look how beautiful my girl is now." 　　I just want to say that being beautiful can be genetic, it can be fate, or it can be good fortune, but it has little to do with one's name. The most beautiful girl in my school was named Ye Nan. She was incredibly beautiful, with a gentle and spoiled personality, not at all masculine. 　　But thinking that my parents meant well, I decided not to dwell on it. 　　During my school days, I was no different from other girls. I liked to idolize handsome men, I liked to gossip about teachers with my classmates, I had close friends who were like sisters to me, and I had a secret crush on an athletic star. 　　Lin Jiawei was my best friend during my school days. She was a very introverted girl, and when male classmates occasionally tried to talk to her, she would blush with shyness. Therefore, she was nicknamed "Timid Wei" in our class. It 　　was called a nickname, but it was actually a joke, and of course, I would never admit it even if I were naked. The name actually originated from my good friend Mingyue'er. 　　Because of Timid Wei's personality, I never imagined she would be a lewd little vixen at heart, and I certainly never imagined that most of my messy romantic relationships later on would stem from her. 　　I can't remember when I started getting close to Timid Wei, but it was from the first year of middle school. Except for one time when I was sick and missed school, I remember going to and from school with her every day. 　　Like most girls in their adolescence who hadn't found a boyfriend yet, I loved talking to Timid Wei about my feelings and holding hands after class. Occasionally, we would go to her house to study together. Actually, we spent far more time playing than studying. People say that girls should be well-mannered and knowledgeable, but I say that pretty girls shouldn't be too smart. Being too perfect will only make men feel inferior and afraid to approach, leaving you alone forever. 　　Of course, the delicious soft pastry cakes and sweet milk at Timid Wei's house were also one of the reasons that captivated me. 　　That was three years ago. We were only 15 years old and in the fourth year of middle school. That day, for some reason, Timid Wei seemed listless from morning till night, and even when we got to her house, she still seemed preoccupied. 　　As her best friend, I was naturally very concerned. First, as usual, I took out a cake and milk from the refrigerator, then sat in Wei's room, enjoying the dessert while attentively listening to my friend pour out her heart. 　　"I..." She hesitated for several minutes before finally saying "I," proving her reputation as a coward was well-deserved. 　　Even after I had devoured two portions of soft pastry, Wei still hadn't spoken. I consider myself a gentle and demure lady, but at this moment, I couldn't help but urge my classmate to get to the point. 　　"I've discovered... my brother is a pervert." Hesitantly, Wei finally revealed her distress. 　　"Ptooey!" I spat out the sweet milk, wetting the carpet. 　　"Your brother? He didn't do anything to you, did he?" I asked in alarm. 　　Wei shook her head and whispered, "Yesterday, under his pillow, I found..." 　　"Found what?" I asked, very curious. 　　Timid Wei was too embarrassed to answer, and this pause lasted for more than ten minutes before she finally couldn't say anything. She led me to her younger brother's room and told me to look for myself. 　　Unlike my family, which only had one daughter, Timid Wei had two older brothers and one younger brother, making it a lively family. 　　It was a boy's room. I was slightly excited when I went in and went to my younger brother's bedside to pick up a soft pillow, thinking I would see something surprising. But all I saw was a white duvet cover. 　　"There's nothing here?" I asked, puzzled. Timid Wei shook her head and pulled back the duvet cover and mattress. There was a wooden bed board underneath, which was so heavy that it took two girls to lift it. 　　"It's this!" There were two books under the bed board. I picked them up and saw that they were pornographic comics. 　　"Look, my brother actually hides this kind of thing. It's really too much." Timid Wei said, half-crying. 　　I think you are violating your brother's privacy. You are even more outrageous. 　　"There are girls in the house, and he still keeps this kind of thing lying around. It's so vulgar." Timid Wei continued angrily. 　　I reiterate, the fact that you found your brother in a place like this makes you even more despicable. 　　I think Wei is making a mountain out of a molehill, so I patted her shoulder dismissively and said, "Your brother is 14 years old. It's normal for him to be curious and look at pornographic comics. Don't take it too seriously."

Unexpectedly, timid Wei shook her head and said, "I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about myself."

"Yourself?" I picked up the milk from the table and took another sip.

Timid Wei nodded and said, "I was very angry when I saw it yesterday, and I read a few pages on the way. But then I felt a strange sensation, like I needed to pee, but when I got to the bathroom, I didn't feel the urge. I looked at my underwear and found it was soaked."

"Ptooey!" I spat out the sweet milk in my mouth again, wetting the carpet in my brother's room.

I wiped my lips, which were covered in milk, and said irritably, "This is a very normal physiological reaction, don't worry about it."

"Of course, that's not all. Later, I checked for a while to find out why it was wet, but the more I touched it, the more comfortable it felt, and I ended up putting half a finger in there." Timid Wei said, still unwilling to give up.

"Where did you put it?" I asked curiously.

Timid Wei blushed and answered timidly, "In the tampon compartment."

The tampon compartment was obviously where she was having pleasure.

I'm not a child, so of course I understand what timid Wei is saying. Listening to my old classmate talk about masturbation, my face started to turn red.

Timid Wei pressed me, "Yue'er, do you think I have a problem?"

Yes, you have a problem, you have a mental problem. It's getting late, I need to go home first.

I didn't want to discuss this embarrassing topic with timid Wei, so I shouted that I was leaving. Timid Wei saw this and choked up, "So Yue'er also thinks I'm a lustful girl, do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you, but you should ask your husband about whether you're lustful, not your classmate!" I shouted, and drank the rest of the sweet milk.

But timid Wei said, "I've never thought about getting married. I plan to spend my life with you, Yue'er."

"Ptooey!" I spat out all the sweet milk I drank today.

(2)

"You're not sick..." Hearing timid Wei's words, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows and wipe my mouth full of sweet milk with my fair arm. At 15, a time when a girl's heart is just beginning to blossom, I longed for my prince charming to appear, and dreamed of a love story like those in comic books—but the stories in those books were definitely not about homosexuality.
Composing myself, I saw the carpet stained with my own milk and complained, "What nonsense are you talking about? We're both girls, how can we be together forever?"

Shy Wei's eyes showed surprise and sadness as she said softly, "What? I've always considered you my best friend, Yue'er. So you still hate me?"

I said irritably, "Of course I don't hate you, and I believe our friendship can last forever, but no one uses 'forever' to describe a best friend relationship!"

Shy Wei said seriously, "Actually, I've always had a plan: after graduation, Yue'er and I would live together, a life for two."

"Independent living isn't bad either," I nodded, agreeing. Back then, we both longed for independent living; the scenes in movies where bras and underwear were left scattered around the living room, and the refrigerator was full of snacks and drinks, were every teenage girl's dream. As for being able to chat with friends on the phone at 3 a.m., that's our life goal.

"Then, when we're 35, we'll adopt a pair of children," Wei continued, outlining her life plan. I paused, then asked, "Adopt?"

Wei nodded, "Of course. We're 15 this year. In 20 years, I believe science hasn't advanced to the point where two girls can have a baby, so adoption is the only way." My lips

twitched slightly, and I said doubtfully, "Wanting children doesn't seem to be done this way, does it?"

Wei countered, "Are there other methods?"

I answered matter-of-factly, "Isn't it just that we should each find a boy to marry and then have babies?"

"Marriage? Such a terrifying thing, you're actually planning to do it?" Wei covered her face in panic, saying, "Do you even know what we'll do after marrying a boy?"

At 15, I naturally knew a little about matters between men and women—no, I should say I was quite familiar with them. I blushed a little and said, "You mean sleeping with boys? So even if we don't get married, we still have to sleep together."
Timid Wei stared intently at me. I knew I couldn't avoid it, and although I was quite embarrassed, I still continued shyly, "I know, it's like doing exercises before sleeping, similar to what we do in PE class."

"Oh my god, such a terrible thing, how can you say it so easily, Yue'er? We had health classes in our first year of middle school, right? Boys' penises are eight inches long, and they have to be inserted all the way into where we put tampons!" Timid Wei said exaggeratedly. My math grades were average, and I didn't know how long eight inches was for a moment. Timid Wei took a long ruler out of her desk drawer and handed it to me.

"Eight inches, that's really long.

" I pouted and said, "Where did you get that number? I saw my little cousin's penis when I bathed him, and it was measured in centimeters."

"No! Yue'er, you've been fooled. I've read a lot of books that say boys are very good at lying. They're cute when they're young, but you'll only realize after marriage that their purpose in marrying you is to fuck you to death." "

Fuck...you to death?" I stammered, repeating my classmate's words, while wanting to ask her what kind of books she had read.

"Anyway, I will definitely not get married. Yue'er, you haven't read them, so you don't know how scary they are." Timid Wei threatened me. I stared at her suspiciously and said, "I haven't read them, but have you?"

Timid Wei nodded. I asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"My brother," my classmate answered calmly.

"You have two older brothers, right? Which one?"

Timid Wei answered, "Two."

My face flushed slightly, and I asked suspiciously, "Two? Do they take off their clothes in front of you? Are your brothers exhibitionists?"

Timid Wei led me to her bathroom. There was an exhaust vent under the wooden door. She made me squat down and look through the small window, where I could vaguely see what was inside.

You...you weren't peeping at your brother showering, were you?

I was sweating profusely. I hadn't expected my best friend to be a perverted freak, and I couldn't help but worry about my safety.

I wiped my sweat and said, "But you can't see it clearly from here, it's so far away."

"No! You can see it very clearly, it really is that long." Timid Wei gestured with her hands. I was extremely embarrassed. She was gesturing wildly. I was, after all, a pure and innocent beauty. I didn't want to talk about her brother's private parts with my good classmate. To prevent Timid Wei from going too far, I stopped her: "Stop! Okay, even if your brother is that long, it doesn't mean your future husband will be that long. I think your worries are unnecessary."
Timid Wei shook her head and said disdainfully, "If my husband is such a useless man, why would I marry him?"

I had a strong urge to pick up the long ruler in my hand and slit the girl's throat in front of me.

(3)

Timid Wei didn't care about the fierce look in my eyes. She said to herself, "Yue'er, you are ignorant and can't imagine how terrifying it is. I'll show you something, and you will agree with me."

Curious, I decided to spare Xiao Shu's life a little longer. I followed the timid Wei back to her room. She opened the wardrobe and took out a wooden box. Inside was a long, slightly curved object, shaped like a banana.

"What is this?" I had never seen anything like it before. Curious, I picked it up to examine it closely. It felt slightly elastic, like latex, but the middle was very hard, like an iron pillar. The top was oval, like an egg or a turtle's head. At the end was a power switch with three stages and a rotary handle, the purpose of which was unknown.

I fiddled with it for a while, still unable to figure out its identity. The timid Wei said solemnly, "Calm down." Then she reached over and turned on the power at the end. The banana-shaped object immediately began to thrash left and right with a "thud! thud! thud!
" I couldn't believe this thing could move. I let go and it fell to the ground. The long object continued to jump on the carpet like a live fish, quite energetically.

"What is this?" I wanted to pick it up again, but because it was throbbing so horribly, I didn't dare touch it for a moment. The timid Wei skillfully picked it up with one hand and said, "It's scary, isn't it?"

"Yeah." I nodded, agreeing with my friend. The timid Wei said, "The scariest part is here."
Sweat dripped from my forehead as I watched my classmate turn the power switch to the middle. The long object immediately stopped throbbing, and instead, countless granules protruded from the center, supporting the latex outer wall. With a twist of the handle, the granules spun even more wildly, making a hissing motor sound.

"Take a look." The timid Wei handed me the object. I stared at the menacingly spinning top. Although I didn't know its purpose, a sense of dread welled up inside me, like a mortal enemy. Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine. I looked at Timid Wei with trembling eyes. My classmate nodded and said seriously, "This is a biological model simulating male genitalia." "

Is that so? How come it's different from the anatomical model at school?" I asked suspiciously. Timid Wei said with a conspiracy theory, "So it's because men hide a lot. They deceive women, and they won't reveal their secrets until the very last moment."

"I see." I held the long rod that was still spinning around. To be honest, I had never known that a boy's penis could spin.

"So how can we entrust our lives to such a cunning creature?" Timid Wei said to me. I nodded, then suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "By the way, how did you get this model?"

"There's a health store near the school. I bought it there," Timid Wei explained. I said admiringly, "That store? It's always been so gloomy that I've never dared to go in. Wei, you're so brave." From tomorrow on, Lin Jiawei should change her name to Bold Wei.

Timid Wei nodded and said, "At first I was too scared to go in, but the old man inside was very kind. He saw me looking out and invited me in. Later he said I got a discount because I was wearing a school uniform, and he even gave me this." Timid Wei took a small oval object out of her pocket. A wire was trailing from the end, connected to a small switch. When her classmate turned it on, the oval object immediately vibrated like a popping bean.

"What is this?" I asked curiously. Timid Wei shook her head: "I don't know either. I studied it for a long time last night but couldn't figure out its use. I plan to ask the old man after class tomorrow."

"Hmm, it's good to find out." I picked it up and looked at it. It felt a bit like the vibration of a mobile phone, but what it did was still a mystery.

Then, while we were still discussing it, we suddenly heard the living room door open. Timid Wei exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no! It's my brother coming back! We haven't put his bed back in its place yet!" "

That's terrible! What do we do?" I was startled too. Timid Wei instructed, "I'll go outside and stall him. You go to the room and put the bed back in its place."

"Me? I don't know how!" I said慌乱地. Timid Wei changed her plan: "Okay, I'll go tidy up. You go stall my brother!"

"Got it!" I rushed out of the living room. If Timid Wei's brother found out we had disturbed his privacy, and that the sweet milk on the carpet was from my vomit, I would lose all face.

I rushed out almost without stopping. When I saw the boy who had just entered, I felt my heart skip a beat.

Wow! So handsome!

Timid Wei is a beauty, and her younger brother is also a handsome, albeit silent, man. Not only is he handsome with large, bright eyes, but his high nose and white teeth give him an irresistible charm that could captivate countless girls.
Including... me, standing before him.

"Hello," Timid Wei's brother greeted me with a beaming smile, showing no surprise at seeing a stranger like me. Though I was completely mesmerized, I didn't forget my mission: to stall for time, giving my classmate enough time to clean up the mess in the room.

"Hello, I am..." I tried to introduce myself, but my brother smiled and said, "You're my sister's classmate, right?"
I asked in surprise, "I haven't even said anything, how did you know?" Are you a genius?!

My brother pointed at me and said, "Your school uniforms are the same."

Such excellent observation skills! The legend that handsome boys are smarter is true!

I'm so smart and beautiful; if I had a child with him, wouldn't it be a naturally gifted baby?
Just as I was excitedly encountering the handsome man, I didn't notice that I was still holding the two magical artifacts that were making "chirping" noises in my left and right hands.

The crescent moon accompanies my pillow

(4)

Facing the handsome younger brother of the timid Wei, I almost drooled. Some people might say, "How handsome can a 14-year-old kid be?" Hmph, you really underestimate the new generation. At 14, if you lived in the Third New Tokyo City, you could be piloting a general-purpose humanoid weapon.

But no matter how much I like him, I have to be reserved and even show my girlish charm. I am at least a year older than him, so I can't be rude in front of a young boy.

What? You're already quite shy now? Don't keep hitting me. I am very well-mannered, and I have also done some research on seducing boys, or rather, making new friends. (Hehe, I meticulously read every single page of the little column at the back of every girls' magazine.)

Not to brag, but firstly, I have a very pretty oval face, well-defined features, long, flowing hair, and smooth, fair skin—I'm top-tier (goodness, I'm actually using "top-tier" to describe myself; I can only say I'm incredibly flustered right now). Just wiping away the slight drool from the corners of my mouth, I'm already incredibly attractive.

Wait! I think I forgot to trim the extra hair on my forehead this morning. Oh dear! I never imagined today would be the day fate brings us together. Will he dislike me because of this? But if he really is the kind of guy who judges by appearance, I don't need to care. What? You're not judging by appearance either, Yue'er? You're a pervert! Of course, you'd judge someone's attractiveness based on appearance the first time you see them. Do you think I can know his interests, skills, future aspirations, or even sexual prowess in just ten seconds? You're going to nitpick over such trivial things with girls? You're destined to be a shut-in forever!

After tidying myself up, I didn't forget to straighten my back and tuck in my stomach, showing off my beautiful figure and displaying the invincible youthful charm unique to girls. But the next second, I regretted it. You see, Wei is a busty girl (15 years old, and she's a 36D! Before my teenage years, I used to tease her about her abnormal development, until I entered puberty two years ago and realized that big breasts are good, and since then I've never dared to talk about breasts again). My little brother sees me every day, so he must be somewhat immune to women's breasts. And I'm only a 32A. To put it bluntly, even if I offered myself up, no one might want me. It's better to hide your flaws than to show them off. I should attract him with other advantages. For example, graceful manners, generous speech, or rich knowledge, so that he knows I am a beautiful, elegant, and fashionable lady.

However, just as I was thinking about how to show off my charm, my younger brother had already extended his hand in a friendly manner, smiling and saying, "My name is Lin Jiahe, nice to meet you."

"My name is Mingyue'er, I'm your sister's best friend..." I hurriedly extended my hand as well, only then realizing that my right hand was still holding a biological model simulating male genitalia, its oval tip spinning rapidly and emitting a ferocious, beast-like roar.

Oh no!

I froze on the spot, the most embarrassing scene of my life had actually occurred in front of my handsome younger brother. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind at all, and said amicably, "This electric massager is very pretty."

"Electric... electric massager?"

Hearing this name, some things suddenly popped into my head. A week ago, I had read this term in a romance novel, and at the time I was very curious about what an electric massager was, and even thought about searching for pictures on the computer to see what it looked like, but in the end, because I couldn't bear to put down the sweet cream cake in my hand, I never did it. And according to the novel's explanation, an electric massager was a good product for women to use for self-pleasure.

"Lin Jiawei, you lied to me! This isn't some kind of biological model simulating male organs, it's an electric vibrator!"

Although, given Jiawei's naturally naive personality, I believed she wouldn't be deliberately teasing me, I still had the urge to kill her first and then commit suicide.

"Can I take a look?" My brother took the device, switched the button to the third stage, and the vibrator stopped rotating, gradually shortening from 12 inches to 8 inches. I was wondering what was happening when suddenly, with a loud "bang," the tip of the vibrator shot forward like a missile, startling me. My brother twisted the handle at the back, increasing the speed of the thrusting, continuously pounding forward with exaggerated "bang! bang! bang!" sounds, incredibly powerful and forceful.

"Here you go. This design is great; I bet it's super comfortable." After examining it for a moment, my brother handed the vibrator back to me. I took it, the intense thrust almost too strong to hold. Looking at his still-charming smile, my mind went blank. I didn't know how to explain that this thing belonged to his sister.

You wouldn't... think I used it for my own pleasure, would you?

Seeing my face instantly contort into a bewildered expression, my brother said kindly, "Girls today have the right to pursue their own happiness."

"Whoosh!" I screamed, frantically throwing the vibrator on the ground. Being mistaken for the owner of this magical artifact made me so ashamed I wanted to die. I desperately wanted to explain to the handsome brother in front of me that this wasn't mine. I was a virgin; in my 15 years, I'd only ever had a tampon inserted—no more than 6cm long and less than 1cm in diameter—and even then, I'd only used it for less than half a day because it was uncomfortable. So, theoretically, I shouldn't be a virgin. Don't think I'd ever "sewn" this thing up!

But just as I was trying to explain, my brother had already picked up his schoolbag and headed towards the room. Although I was flustered, I didn't forget that my task was to stall as much as possible, so that damned coward Wei would have enough time to prepare his evidence. I took a step in front of my brother and blocked his way. Our eyes met, and as our hearts raced, we knew we had to find something to talk about to buy time. "

Say something, Mingyue'er. You're usually so sharp-tongued with the teacher and eloquent when you tease others. Why can't you say a single word now?" In order not to arouse his suspicion, I had to say something normal, such as national affairs, astronomy, geography, or the end of the world—basically, just casual conversation. In my panic, I blurted out, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

My brother looked a little surprised, but then shook his head. I asked loudly again, "Do you want a girlfriend?"
My brother stared at me, smiled slightly, and nodded, saying, "If it's a cute girl like you, I'd be happy to."

"Oh~" In that instant, I collapsed, lying limply on the ground like a melted ice cream, no longer able to stop him from moving forward.

Well, I'd delayed for at least ten minutes; even if Wei is slow, she should be done by now.
"Wait for me, I'll put my bag away first." My brother turned back and smiled at me before heading to his bedroom alone. I struggled to my feet and followed him in, hoping Wei had already finished cleaning up. When I opened the door, the bed frame, duvet cover, and mattress were still scattered haphazardly on the floor, completely unattended. My good classmate was leaning against the wardrobe, sitting on the floor, her school uniform skirt pulled up high, revealing her snow-white belly. She held the pornographic comic book in her left hand and her right hand was stuck between her pink panties.

"Oh?" Timid Wei looked up at us, her eyes like a kitten caught stealing fish, her face full of helpless pitifulness.

I lowered my head, wanting to tell my brother that I wasn't actually very close to his sister.

(5)

"Shh~shh~" The vacuum cleaner was whirring. My brother not only moved the wooden bed back to its original position for us, but also took out a wet cloth to clean the carpet that I had stained. After drying it with hot air, he apologized to us and said, "I'm sorry, I was too rude just now. Boys' rooms are dirtier, please don't mind."

I blushed and shook my head, amazed that there was such a good boy in the world. It was rare for timid Wei to be able to scold me without blushing or panting, "You're always the same, always causing trouble for your sister. Whoever marries you in the future will be miserable."
I looked at my classmate. If murder didn't go to jail, I would definitely push timid Wei out of the window right now to end her 15 years of life.

Timid Wei picked up the two pornographic comics she had just been holding and questioned, "You have to confess properly. Where did you buy such filthy things?"

You still have the nerve to mention those books? I admire my classmate's thick skin. I never expected that Wei, who usually blushes when talking to boys in class, would act like a big sister in front of her younger brother. It seems I need to reassess my role as a good classmate.

My brother scratched his head and said, "Sorry, it was left behind by a classmate who came to visit last time. He said he'd come back for it next time. I was going to return it to him, but it's not good to bring something like this to school, so I kept it."

Wei snorted and said, "Who would believe you? Boys are all lustful. This kind of vulgar book, I'm confiscating it!"

I nodded, thinking that the book would be most useful in Wei's hands, and it seemed like an ideal arrangement.

"Sorry, I have no objection. I flipped through a few pages the other day and felt that the content was very disrespectful to women, and I didn't really like it." My brother asked me kindly, "It's getting late, I'll go cook dinner first. Sister Yue'er, do you mind eating dinner here before going back?"

My heart sank when I heard the word "sister." Although I'm a year older than you, I would be a million times happier if you called me Sister Yue'er.

However, I was still very happy to be invited to dinner. My face turned bright red, and I didn't know how to answer. My heart was pounding wildly. After my brother left, I questioned the timid Wei, "I've known you for over three years and often visit your house. Why have you never introduced me to your brother?"

Timid Wei shook her head irritably and said, "Sigh, if you had such a terrible younger brother, Yue'er, you'd be too embarrassed to introduce him to your best friend."

I looked around the room to see if there was anything heavy I could throw at Timid Wei's head so that her brains would splatter everywhere and she would die on the spot. "It's delicious!" Putting aside my brother's handsome appearance, which added to the positive impression,

for a 14-
year-old boy, this meal was more than satisfactory. Moreover, neither Wei nor I helped with the dishes; he did everything himself. There's really nothing to say about a boy like that. "Is the taste really that good?"

my brother asked with a smile. My face flushed, and I didn't know how to answer directly, so I changed the subject, saying, "By the way, where are your aunt and uncle?"

Wei, still eating, said, "Our older brother graduated from university in Canada this year, and Mom and Dad went to their graduation ceremony."

"I see." I had heard Wei mention before that her two older brothers were twins who went abroad to study a few years ago and only came back for Chinese New Year. I thought to myself, Wei, you only see your brothers for less than half a month a year, and you went to peep at them showering? Just how perverted is my good classmate?

Just then, Timid Wei whispered in my ear, "Yue'er, why don't you sleep at my house tonight?"

"What?"

Timid Wei said worriedly, "You just saw how lewd my brother was. I exposed his embarrassing moments today, and it'll just be the two of us at home tonight. I'm afraid he'll get angry and do something bad to me."

Clearly, my classmate is suffering from late-stage persecution complex. To be honest, it's already quite good that you're not doing anything bad to your brother.

But staying here a little longer means I can spend more time with my brother, which is quite appealing to me. Seeing that I was considering it, Timid Wei blushed and said, "Besides, I want to sleep with Yue'er."

Timid Wei and I are like sisters, and I basically like her a lot, but two girls sleeping together isn't very attractive. If you let me sleep with your brother, I think I would have agreed three seconds ago.

I said awkwardly, "I don't know how to explain this to my mom. You know my family is very strict; they don't allow me to stay out overnight."

"I'll plead with your mom," said Timid Wei, picking up the phone and dialing a number. She told her mom that there were impromptu exams at school and she wanted me to stay at her house to study together. Timid Wei had always been well-regarded by her mom (I only found out her true, perverted nature today!), and she agreed after only a few words.

Timid Wei happily hugged my waist. I realized that since it was so sudden, I hadn't even brought a spare bra. My classmate laughed and said, "You can wear mine. Yue'er and I can share whatever we need."

Looking at my classmate's ample breasts, I wondered how many tissues I'd need to stuff into her bra.
But the thought of sleeping in the same room as my brother was actually quite exciting. What made me happiest was when my younger brother heard I was staying at his house. He was overjoyed and said, "Sister Yue'er, are you sleeping here tonight? Welcome, welcome!"
I lowered my head sweetly. The teen magazines were right; love can appear in an instant.
Just as I was smiling foolishly, timid Wei suddenly asked me, "Then Yue'er, why don't you take a shower first? We can hide in the room together and watch horror movies, chatting until dawn."

"Okay!" I nodded happily, but when it came to showering, I suddenly remembered something. While my brother was clearing the dishes, I asked shyly in a low voice, "Wei... did you peek at your brother taking a shower?"
Timid Wei even peeks at her brother! If it's just the two of you at home these days, won't your brother also suffer?
"Of course not! Yue'er, why are you asking that?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. Wei continued, "We used to bathe together all the time when we were little, why would we need to peek?"
I nodded. It seemed their sibling relationship wasn't as bad as I'd imagined. Wei's paranoia must have only recently started. I casually asked, "When was 'when we were little'?"

Wei replied nonchalantly, "Last week."

"Oh?" I froze, unsure how to continue.

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