[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - Episode 11

Chapter 55

I witnessed Wenwen's birth, her growth, and all the beauty and sorrow of her life. When she looked at the world with curious eyes, I was there for her. When she was sad and in pain, I was there for her. Countless days, we ran hand in hand through the alleyways, exploring every corner of this little world. Now, we are exploring each other's bodies and souls, and together we will bring new life to this world...

A brother and sister having a child—what a heinous thing to do! I couldn't even imagine what my parents would do if they knew. All I knew was that during those days, all I could do was stay with Wenwen, comfort her, and let her know that I would always be by her side, never leaving her until the very end.

Another week passed, and her period still hadn't come, further confirming the pregnancy. My mood gradually calmed down; after all, things had come to this point, and worrying wouldn't help. The child was destined to be aborted.

I kept calling friends, asking if anyone knew anyone or any senior classmates who had taken their girlfriends to have an abortion, hoping they could recommend a clinic with good service and confidentiality. Whenever they suspected it was actually my girlfriend who was pregnant, I could only lie and say it was a friend of mine.

Finally, I found a small clinic in Taipei and planned to take Wenwen there to have the abortion as soon as my parents left. Wenwen knew this and was very reluctant to wait for that day. Sure enough, not long after, my parents, because of their factory in Southeast Asia, flew back about ten days after the Lunar New Year, only returning to Taiwan for about two weeks in total.

Before leaving with a pile of luggage, my mother held Wenwen and me, asking us siblings to help take care of each other, but I could only remain silent…

When the house was empty again, with only Wenwen and me, I felt an indescribable sense of liberation, as if my restricted mind had finally regained its freedom.

That night, when I lay in bed trying to sleep, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. My mind kept replaying the plans to take Wenwen to have the abortion in a few days, and many other questions. Suddenly, my bedroom door opened quietly, and in the soft glow of the nightlight, I saw Wenwen walk in. I looked at her, and she looked at me. Neither of us said anything, nor did we need to; simply looking at each other was enough.

Wenwen closed the door behind her and then walked towards me. I pulled back the covers and let her lie down beside me. She reached out and hugged me tightly from under the covers, like a married couple, nestled in my arms, in my embrace.

For a long time, we didn't speak, letting our thoughts settle, letting time flow. The purpose of language and speech is to allow humanity to communicate; but there are many things in the world that cannot be expressed in words, things that transcend words. Just being able to hold her like this, feeling the warmth of her soft body, was all I longed for in my life.

Smelling the gentle fragrance that naturally emanated from her, I gradually became intoxicated, lost in the deepest recesses of my emotions.

Humans are born with a thirst for freedom; they should not be restrained, nor will they be restrained forever. This society has too many rules, each a kind of shackle, but while they can lock the body, they cannot lock the burning heart.

The purest world of love has no forbidden rules, no taboos, only regrets and missed opportunities—the most irreparable original sin in the world. No one likes such loss, but life is often like this, leaving us only to look back and search for the irretrievable brilliance, like a blurred phantom.

At least, I still have Wenwen by my side; I haven't lost her yet; I can still hold her tightly like this. This is all the happiness in my life, even if it may be fleeting…

Wenwen is my sister. I know I love her because feelings never deceive themselves, only choose to ignore them. But I don't want to let go, because the investment of love is always accompanied by pain and sacrifice; retreating will only leave me with deeper regrets.

Do I regret it? I will never regret it, because this is the path I chose. No matter what I have to pay, it has indeed existed in my life, been experienced, and shone brightly—that's enough…

Looking into her eyes, I began to kiss her hairline, her forehead.

“…Does brother want more…?”

I didn't answer with words, nor did I need to; I just continued to kiss behind her ears, her neck and shoulders, her arms.

"Brother, will the baby be alright?"

"The baby will be alright, don't worry..."

I whispered in her ear, moving my hand to my sister's full breasts, feeling their softness and allure.

My penis began to surge uncontrollably, becoming erect. Wenwen in my arms must have felt it, but she didn't say anything.

Under the covers, I laid Wenwen flat beside me, then pulled her t-shirt up to her shoulders, and then pushed off her bra, leaving her upper body naked.

I caressed and kneaded her, my palms against her chest, feeling her steady heartbeat, feeling everything in her heart, regular, stable, constantly telling of endless emotions.

When the time finally came, I took off her panties, and my own too. How I longed for her, wanted her, to be one with her again.

I moved to her, in the same ordinary position as many times before, her legs spread apart, her inner knees resting on my arms, her hands on my waist.

In that instant, I suddenly remembered that night more than four months ago, the night Wenwen finally agreed to make love with me. We were in this very place, in this very position, completing our first time, a time we both willingly shared.

Back then, Wenwen's face was filled with extreme tension and shyness, the unease and fear of a young girl's first time. I pressed down on her, I searched for her, and then I slowly entered her, hearing my younger sister's surprised moans as she felt myself being penetrated, feeling the tension and stiffness of her body, feeling the tightness and warmth of her vagina deeper inside. This was our first time…

Now, my glans pressed against the entrance of her vagina, sinking slightly, but unlike that first night, her face didn't show the unease and tension of a young girl's first time, only a faint tenderness and an unintentional hint of worry.

"Wenwen… brother's going in…"

As my legs slowly pushed against the bed, the two barriers in front were pushed aside, and inside, it still felt so moist and warm. Accompanied by the natural squeezing and wriggling of her breasts, I had entered the most intimate part of my sister's body. Lying there, she simply breathed softly as I penetrated her.

I entered her vagina again, motionless, letting my penis feel all the warm caresses emanating from her.

Because of the position, I pressed against her, looking into her eyes at very close range.

"Brother..."

she called me calmly.

"Hmm? Will it hurt a lot?"

"Will we go to hell...?"

Hearing her say those words so calmly suddenly pierced my heart. How could I have let her experience the same pain and fear as me?

"No!! Wenwen, you will never go to hell!!"

"How do you know, brother?"

"Because I'm the one who wants you to be like this with me, so only I will..."

Yes... because from the beginning, I wanted Wenwen to be like this with me, so no matter how intense the hellish fires were, I was willing to bear them for her.

"But the child in my belly must..."

"He is our child. If we don't want him, he will understand and won't hate us."

Regardless of whether Wenwen was only 14 years old, I knew that she would eventually worry about the child in her belly, just like a mother worrying about her child.

And this will forever be a sin in my heart...

I felt so guilty that I didn't want to talk to Wenwen, so I just lowered my head and closed my eyes, as if hoping that my sins could disappear, and slowly began to thrust into her tender body.

The lovemaking that day, right up to ejaculation, was nothing to write home about; it was mostly guilt and regret. It wasn't the regret of "if only I had known," but the powerlessness of knowing that what Wenwen feared would eventually happen, and my inability to prevent it. Perhaps, like us, guilt is unavoidable…

Without a condom, I didn't think much of it, just kept thrusting, enjoying the sexual stimulation. I quickly reached orgasm and ejaculated inside her again.

When I finished, I silently left her body and sat on the edge of the bed. I didn't feel the usual satisfaction; instead, I felt incredibly empty. Wenwen probably understood my feelings, because I was different today, and I believe she felt the same.

Wenwen didn't say anything, just took some tissues from the bedside table and used them as a temporary pad to cover her vaginal opening to prevent semen from dripping onto the bed and floor. Then, with me, she went into the bathroom to wash herself.

We didn't speak, then returned to the room, lay on the bed, and held each other in our arms, and silence returned.

Perhaps all of this is fraught with untold mistakes.

Perhaps it was all wrong from the moment Wenwen and I came into this world.

Perhaps it was all wrong from the moment I fell in love with Wenwen.

Perhaps it was all wrong from the moment I longed to have a relationship with Wenwen.

Perhaps no one is at fault; the fault lies with our unchangeable fate, with this society that cannot tolerate the love between siblings… [The following appears to be an unrelated advertisement:]

Aside from the child we shouldn't have had, Wenwen and I haven't harmed anyone, yet we must bear so much worry, guilt, and pain. This is not a fair society to begin with; if there are victims, perhaps we are the biggest victims under the group's rules.

Thinking about Wenwen and my future, about my unforgivable love, about having to end an innocent life we just brought into the world, I couldn't sleep for a long time, nor could I utter a single word.

Finally, I managed to drift off to sleep. In my hazy dream, I sensed unusual movements, and soon the warmth in my arms vanished. My mind gradually returned from the darkness of unconsciousness to the real world.

When I opened my eyes, I recalled everything that had happened that night, and found the bed beside me empty. My lover, who should have been warming me, was not there. In the stillness of the night, I heard footsteps and soft sobs. I got up to look for Wenwen.

She was sitting in the living room, her face streaked with tears, panic, and helplessness. In that instant, I didn't see her, but rather myself, struggling in agony as I prepared to sneak into her room for a night raid nearly a year ago. People often say that doing bad things will lead to hell, but perhaps we don't have to wait for the afterlife to be punished, because the pain of living like this is a raging inferno, an eternal purgatory that never ends…

Wenwen's pain and torment were no less than mine, because she was a mother, and she had to choose to kill the child inside her. So when she saw me walk over, she stood up and hugged me tightly: "Brother... the baby is going to die... we have to get rid of him... we have to kill him... I'm so scared... I'm so scared just thinking about it..."

Clinging to me, Wenwen could only say these words while crying...

Chapter 56

Ancient Chinese people said, "Our bodies, hair, and skin are given to us by our parents," and there's also the saying, "If a father wants his son to die, he must die."

But if the child knew that Wenwen and I, as his parents, didn't let them come into this world, would he hate us? I don't know if he would hate us, but I know that the guilt in our hearts will never disappear...

In those few days, Wenwen never smiled again, but you could see that she had become more mature and composed, a quality rarely seen in a 14-year-old girl. She had grown up, and what about me? Had I changed along with her growth? I hope so, but the only thing I felt was more guilt and deeper love for her.

"Wenwen, I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow afternoon, get ready."

I went to her room and said to her heavily. She sat at her desk listening calmly, then just gave me a soft "hmm," and silently turned back to continue doing her winter vacation homework.

Turning around, I closed the door and left, unable to stay with her. Looking into her eyes, I knew she wanted to be alone for a while, to cry, to spend the last moments of her unborn child.

Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, all I could see were images of the past six months. From sneaking into her room, gazing at her pure, sleeping face, to finally succumbing to the desire to possess her forever and drugging and raping her. That was definitely our first night, a night neither of us wanted to remember.

I remembered the night I resolved to leave her, but she came into my room, unwilling to let me go, wanting to stay by my side…

Because of love, I hurt her, and because of love, we came together. That night, I was also tormented and couldn't sleep; there were so many things to remember, so many things to recall and grieve…

The next day, everything was ready. I held Wenwen's hand tightly and took her out.

Sitting on the motorcycle, neither of us spoke. Wenwen simply clung to me, leaning against my back. I felt her presence behind me, felt her breath, felt her heartbeat, felt the radiance of her life, like a flickering candlelight, bright and warm.

Life is like a piece of music, a plain five-line score. The people we meet add more notes, creating more movements—some passionate, some joyful, and some serene. The voice of the heart is always pure; Wenwen is like a string, constantly plucking at my heart, calling to my soul, regardless of pain or sorrow.

When we arrived at our destination, I led her step by step into the small hospital, and I could hear my heart beginning to shatter.

The doctor first asked who I was. I answered with a prepared reply that I was Wenwen's adult brother, bringing her for an abortion on behalf of our parents who worked abroad. The doctor didn't ask any further questions, took out a book on contraception for teenagers from a drawer, asked Wenwen a few simple questions, and then immediately had her undergo a pregnancy test to confirm.

Because it was already past 5 pm, once the pregnancy was confirmed, the doctor required her to stay in the hospital for a day so that a simple abortion could be performed immediately the next morning. Including preparation time, it usually only takes about an hour. After the procedure, she would be observed for a few hours; if everything was fine, she could go home in the afternoon.

It was a small hospital room with only two beds, but the other bed was empty. Everything in the room was simply furnished; if it weren't for the occasional sound of traffic outside the window, it would feel like time had stopped there.

Then, a nurse, expressionless, brought in a hospital gown and necessary items, gestured for Wenwen to put them on, and performed some necessary procedures before leaving without giving us another glance. I was initially a little embarrassed and unsure how to deal with the nurse, but perhaps she had seen many underage girls pregnant and needing abortions working in this place, and she certainly wouldn't have suspected that Wenwen and I were siblings who had a relationship, so she didn't make a fuss.

In the dimly lit room, Wenwen and I chatted casually that night, talking about many things. We had been avoiding talking about what had happened that day, but suddenly, she said to me, "...Brother, I'm scared... Can we go home?"

"...Don't be afraid, the doctor said it will be over soon. No matter what, brother will always be by your side."

I stayed beside her, gently stroking her forehead like I was comforting a child. Perhaps in my heart I am already a woman, but Wenwen is still really just a child, who should grow up normally and spend every day happily...

It wasn't until late at night that she closed her eyes and fell asleep like a child. I sat by the bed watching her sleeping face, still so innocent and pure, unchanged by my pregnancy or what I did to her; I gently touched her hair, caressed her face, and lay on the edge of the bed, willing to protect her forever.

The next morning, around 8 a.m., I woke up when the nurse came into the room to announce that surgery was about to begin. Wenwen had been awake for a while, but hadn't woken me. I'll always remember the way she looked at me as she was about to go into the operating room, her eyes filled with fear, and her body trembling slightly. My heart ached so much then, as if her fear was piercing my own soul.

When the operating room door opened and she went inside, I felt like it was a door that would never open again, as if countless hands were pushing it, separating two different worlds.

I sat on a bench in the outdoor corridor, waiting, and a nameless worry began to creep in. Although I knew everything would be alright, I still wanted to be by her side and felt regret for getting her pregnant and for all of this.

After about forty minutes, the operating room door finally opened, and the nurse asked me to go in and help her push the gurney back to her ward. When I heard that everything had gone smoothly, the heavy weight of worry in my heart finally lifted, and I felt a surge of relief. I know the child has left us, left this world, but at least Wenwen, the mother, is safe and sound. That's enough, that's enough...

Wenwen is still under partial anesthesia, her eyes half-open, looking at me hazily. The fear in her eyes has vanished, replaced by a hazy, dreamlike state. She looks at me, as if she wants to say something, but she seems to have decided to say nothing, simply turning her face away and closing her eyes.

The nurse told me that she might feel a little uncomfortable for the first hour after the anesthesia wears off, but it shouldn't be anything serious. Back in the ward, while waiting for the anesthesia to completely wear off, she remained silent, occasionally looking out the window, occasionally staring at the ceiling, with a trace of sorrow, a trace of grief, and more than anything, an unconcealable regret.

"...Brother..."

Finally, Wenwen spoke to me. I tried to respond with a smile: "What's wrong?"

"I feel a little dizzy..."

"Is your head very dizzy? I'll go find the nurse."

"...It's okay."

She slowly reached out from under the blanket and took my hand, then didn't speak again, closing her eyes to wait for the anesthesia to wear off.

If I could hear the voice deep within her heart, what would she say to me? "I hate you?" Or, "Because I'm her brother, I can only silently and obediently accept your choice to have an abortion?"

Looking at her face, seeing her like this, my heart finally broke completely. I couldn't help but hold her warm hand tightly against my cheek…

People often say men don't cry, but I cried…

Someone once said that for a younger sister, a brother is like the moon hanging high in the night sky—you don't usually notice it, but occasionally looking up brings a sense of peace.

And what about me? To Wenwen, what am I? Am I just a man who only seeks intimacy from her? Or an irresponsible man who cruelly makes her abort the child?

I love her, I love her so deeply. I want to be with her forever, to always have her by my side; she's just a fourteen-year-old girl. I didn't want to hurt her, yet I still brought her this torment…

Perhaps this love shouldn't have continued in the first place, perhaps stopping is our only choice, or perhaps it's already too late.

Through my blurry, tear-filled eyes, I still remember Wenwen looking at me, tears streaming down her face, whispering with a sorrow even deeper than mine,

"...Brother, don't cry..."

After we got home, I spent the next few days buying lots of nutritious food, like ginseng chicken soup, and getting tonics from the Chinese medicine pharmacy, hoping Wenwen would recover her health soon. When she wanted to eat, I would turn on a fan to cool it down a bit, so it wouldn't be too hot.

Suddenly, it reminded me of when Wenwen had her first period more than two years ago; I had done the same to warm her medicine and cool it down. At that time, I hadn't realized I was in love with Wenwen, and I didn't even want to face the strange feelings I had for her.

I remember clearly, when she first entered junior high school, the Mary Brothers, who sat next to me playing the Famicom with me, were playing Louis Vuitton. Halfway through my game, she suddenly stood up and ran frantically to the bathroom outside my room. More than ten minutes passed, and she still hadn't returned. I initially thought she didn't want to play anymore, but it was strange that she hadn't said anything and just left, since she'd never done this before. I was about to run over and ask her what was wrong. When I stood outside the bathroom door, I knocked a few times and asked again. She finally answered in a panic, "Brother... I'm bleeding..."

Hearing her say this so hastily startled me. I thought she had cut herself in the bathroom or something, but she replied, "No... it's my first time..."

She probably thought that as the only older brother she could rely on in the family, she would know what to do, so she told me so directly. But honestly, how would I know what to do when a girl gets her first period?!

The first time I saw underwear stained with menstrual blood, I felt incredibly disgusted; it wasn't sexy or alluring at all. But it truly showed that my daughter was growing up, and I realized that Wenwen had really grown up and was no longer the little girl she used to be.

Not knowing what to do, I could only call my grandmother who lived nearby, and then Wenwen would tell her grandmother, who would then take Wenwen to get the necessary treatment. I figured it would just be teaching her how to use sanitary pads, right? Then my grandmother said she would brew some traditional Chinese medicine for Wenwen the next day, and that I could drink it too if I wanted, as it was good for both men and women.

Those few days I was very attentive to her. Since I was in night school, I would deliberately go to class a little later to wait for her to come home, then warm the medicine and blow on it to cool it slightly before giving it to her. She would always take the bowl shyly, then smile and chat with me about school while drinking the soup… But after that, I didn't know the date of her next period, nor did I pay attention, so she handled everything herself.

Now, although I watch her drink the soup and chat with her, I always feel that she doesn't smile. No matter what I say to her or how I try to make her laugh, it's as if her true, beautiful smile was left behind in that operating room, gone with the child.

No, perhaps her smile hasn't faded; it remains. The mistake was my past irresponsibility, which led to this…

Perhaps the past can never be retrieved, perhaps I can never bring back her innocent smile, but I still hope to do something for her; whatever it may be, big or small, I hope she can be happy. Perhaps, more perhaps, staying by her side forever is the only thing I should do for her…

“Wenwen…”

And so, that night, she heard my call and looked up at me quietly.

“Wenwen, let’s get married…”

Chapter 57

Time flies. Since the day Wenwen had her abortion, less than a week of winter break has passed. Wenwen and I quickly returned to our respective schools.

Because graduation is approaching, we only need to study for about three more months before graduation. Back at school, nothing seemed different to me. The same friends, the same classroom, the same laughter—but Wenwen had to face her two closest former classmates again…

I didn't know if Wanru and Xuefeng were still ignoring her. She never complained to me about it or sought my comfort, which only made me more acutely aware of the pain and hurt she endured.

I'd wondered what I was thinking when Wenwen was fourteen. My memories, besides hanging out with a bunch of bad friends and engaging in childish behavior, were filled with endless regret for forcibly penetrating Wenwen a year earlier. While procreation is an instinct—men create life, women bring life—it's a natural order. But Wenwen's fourteenth year wasn't so simple. She had to accept my endless demands and the pain of having a child and then having to lose it…

Since the start of winter break, we've mostly stayed home, especially after she had an abortion; we haven't gone out together since. Many things, many reasons, many memories have kept us indoors. But because it was Wenwen's fifteenth birthday in March, I invited her to a department store in front of Taipei Main Station that evening, hoping she could enjoy shopping and relax. I also booked a Western-style buffet on the rooftop for a nice birthday dinner.

That night arrived quickly. As we walked through the crowd, Wenwen held my left arm tightly without saying a word.

I vaguely felt the pressure of her full breasts and the fragrance emanating from her body, all of which gradually aroused my desire. When a man's desire burns, he truly longs to relive all the feelings he once had; but just over two weeks ago, I took her to have an abortion, and seeing her go through all of this, I gradually understood that perhaps there is no heaven, perhaps there is no hell, only each other in life, and this moment in life that will never return.

Since it wasn't a weekend night, the department store wasn't very crowded. Even in crowded areas, I tried my best to clear the way for her so she wouldn't be bumped. Wenwen knew what I was doing for her, so she stayed in my arms the whole time, as if accepting my protection. Occasionally, she would look up at me and give me a sweet smile, everything conveyed in gentle silence.

She liked browsing the clothing section, so she would always go into each counter, pick up the clothes she liked, compare them, and then quickly fold them up and put them back. I noticed that she always did this without intending to buy anything. No matter how many sweet words the sales assistants said or how much they told her she could try them on, Wenwen would just smile and not buy anything. So I told her, "It's okay if you buy any clothes you like. I'll buy you as many as you want. Don't worry about not having enough money."

When Wenwen heard me say this so generously, she just looked at me for a moment, then turned around and folded the clothes in her hands and put them back on the shelf. I initially thought she hadn't wanted to buy any clothes, which was why she was silent. But after putting her clothes down, she gave a shy smile and said, "Brother... I want to buy some clothes..."

"Okay, then buy them. I brought some money with me; consider it a birthday present."

I started guessing which item she wanted, but Wenwen simply took my hand and led me to the outside walkway, heading towards the escalator.

"What's wrong... where are we going?"

I asked several times, but she didn't answer, making me wonder what she really wanted to buy. Finally, when we reached the escalator, she said shyly, "I want to buy underwear... the ones I'm wearing now are a little small..."

Hearing her say that almost made me burst out laughing. After all, it was just underwear, yet she seemed so embarrassed. But I held back my laughter. This was more like Wenwen's behavior, and besides, she's still developing; no wonder the ones she's wearing are too small.

"A bra or panties?"

"...A bra."

She answered shyly, not looking at me, but at the elevator floor we were heading to.

"What size did you used to wear?"

Even though I had touched, pressed, and sucked on her, I still didn't know her exact bust size, so I asked directly, but she didn't answer.

"...How much bigger has it gotten now?"

Wenwen still deliberately remained silent with a cold expression... So, I decided to play a little joke on her, to tease her a bit.

"It's okay, I have plenty of time and opportunities to observe for myself."

After saying that, I deliberately chuckled a few times with a mischievous grin, then left the elevator, and Wenwen led me by the hand toward the women's lingerie department.

Halfway there, without turning her head, she suddenly asked me coldly, "...Do you want it again today, brother?"

Her question made me realize that it must be because of the joke I had just made that she thought that way.

I suddenly didn't know how to respond to her, because this wasn't my intention at all, and I hadn't even considered it. Plus, I had just taken her to get an abortion, and I still felt guilty, yet she thought I wanted to have sex with her again. But then I thought maybe this was an opportunity. Since I'd brought it up, and Wenwen didn't object, I should be able to have sex with her smoothly tonight. Otherwise, I couldn't just stay away feeling guilty all night. But tonight was also her birthday night; would making such a request be a bit too much?

Therefore, I didn't answer, and she didn't say anything either. We quietly went to the women's lingerie department.

To be honest, I had already started daydreaming about what I should do with her tonight, and I was starting to feel nervous, excited, and expectant, but I was quickly drawn to something else. Wenwen shyly picked out a few bras in front of me and then asked the sales assistant to take her to the small fitting room to try them on.

I followed behind her. Since it was my first time shopping in the women's lingerie department, I was initially a little embarrassed, but I quickly realized how many different styles and designs there were for women's bras. Looking at them, I couldn't help but wonder, with so many patterns and styles, and they were all worn underneath, who could see them no matter how fancy they were?

"Brother, I want to try on these,"

Wenwen said shyly. A sharp-eared saleswoman came over and offered to take her to the fitting room.

When she went inside, I waited outside, and the saleswoman stood beside me. Unexpectedly, she suddenly smiled and asked, "Are you her boyfriend? Or her brother?"

Hearing this sudden question, my heart skipped a beat with nervousness and guilt. I was truly bewildered and unsure how to answer. Perhaps Wenwen had called me "brother" when she was choosing lingerie to try on, which was why the saleswoman noticed and questioned me.

Should I honestly answer that she's my younger sister? Or should I answer that she's my lover?

I really didn't dare call them lovers, but if we were siblings, it didn't seem quite normal for a brother to take his sister to buy bras...

So I could only give a simple "hmm" in response, neither agreeing nor denying. The saleswoman probably sensed my reluctance to respond and didn't say anything more, looking away down the aisle. Several

minutes later, Wenwen finally opened the wooden door and came out of the fitting room, saying in a way that almost made my heart stop, "Brother, I want to buy these."

At that moment, I didn't dare look at the saleswoman at all, just nodded in agreement, and she asked the saleswoman to pack them up.

After buying the lingerie, I paid and quickly took her hand, saying I wanted to take her to the restaurant on the top floor for dinner, temporarily forgetting about whether we would make love that night, just feeling guilty and wanting to leave as soon as possible.

After leaving that floor, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Wenwen looked at me without saying anything, probably wondering what I had been so nervous about. So I honestly said, "The saleswoman just asked if I was your brother or boyfriend..."

After I finished speaking, Wenwen didn't say anything, just calmly looked ahead.

I walked behind her, watching her back, smelling her fragrance, and once again I couldn't resist the urge to hold her tightly in my arms.

I slowly reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, embracing her, smelling her hair, and walking with her through the crowd, feeling an endless happiness. But even after everything we've been through, with her in my arms, sometimes I still couldn't help but wonder if it was all a dream, that I could wake up at any moment and return to a cruel and lonely world.

Wenwen didn't react to my embrace; she simply let me hold her tightly from behind, walking with her through the crowd.

I took her soft hand and held it, truly hoping to have her by my side for the rest of my life, to grow old together.

We did nothing wrong. Our only mistake was that we were related by blood; we were siblings. Society didn't want us to be together, and that was something I could never change…

Since it was on the 40th or 50th floor, the elevator was a high-speed one, and we arrived in no time. We went into the buffet restaurant area. Because we had a reservation, the waitress led us to a double table by the window.

The Taipei night view was truly beautiful. Wenwen looked at it, unable to help but smile, gazing at it with rapt attention.

Apart from that, there wasn't much to say about that dinner. We chatted while eating, with Wenwen mainly talking about recent movies or TV shows. Besides going along with her topics, I was also struggling with whether or not to ask her for sex when we got home.

Wenwen must have sensed something, but she didn't say anything, just looked out the window and ate her dinner…

Back home, I became even more nervous because I didn't know whether I should do it or not.

I knew that we had already made love like a married couple several times, so it shouldn't be a big deal if I asked her for sex, but I just couldn't help feeling a little nervous. I know I want her, I desperately crave her, but I keep remembering that Wenwen is my younger sister, and I feel guilty for having slept with her so many times.

Frankly, sex is just a man inserting his penis into a woman's vagina, then using the friction of the penis inside to bring her to orgasm, and finally ejaculating inside her, allowing the sperm to reach the woman's uterus and fertilize an egg—that's the original purpose of sex…

I went into the bathroom to shower, trying to calm myself down, but instead, my mind was filled with the question of whether or not to make love to her later. After

showering, I went back to my room. I had initially decided to skip it that day since it was Wenwen's birthday, so I turned off the lights and lay in bed to sleep.

But hearing Wenwen enter the bathroom and start showering gradually changed my mind. I started imagining Wenwen naked, touching her full breasts, her genitals, and it aroused me again.

When she came out of the shower and I heard her return to her room, I finally couldn't resist the temptation and decided to make love to her. As for the rest, I'd see how things went.

I got out of bed and quickly walked to her door, turned the doorknob, and went in. "Wenwen, how about we make love?"

She was sitting half-upright on the bed, probably about to go to sleep. She was stunned when I suddenly rushed into her room and made that request.

"Wenwen, how about we make love?"

I asked again, thinking she wouldn't refuse, since she had never refused before. I never expected her to…

"No…" I stared at her, completely taken aback by her words. "Brother… please don't."

Wenwen looked at me pleadingly, which made me feel sorry for her. I figured she was probably saying this because she had recently had an abortion and it was best to avoid sex for a while. Plus, it was her birthday today, so asking her to have sex seemed a bit too much. But honestly, I really wanted it. After all, when a man is filled with desire, it's hard to resist such a craving.

I remained silent for a while before finally giving in and asking her, "...Wenwen, how about you use your hand, like before?" I

made it clear I was telling Wenwen to help me masturbate, and she didn't answer, nor did she refuse again. She just lowered her head, thinking, slightly shy. After a few minutes, she didn't object anymore, indicating I could take things further. So I went to her bedside, lifted the covers, and sat close beside her, wrapping my arms around her waist. Looking at her, I slowly brought my face closer.

She knew what I wanted to do, but she still turned to look at me with slight surprise, since I rarely kissed her cheek to express my affection.

At first, Wenwen was a little surprised that I would kiss her, but she quickly accepted it, without resistance, letting me kiss her cheek, her ear, her hair, her neck and shoulders. I smelled her faint, natural fragrance; I loved that scent, lost in it.

I gently lifted her chin and turned her to face me. She looked at me, her eyes full of tenderness, and many deep, complex emotions I couldn't decipher. I wanted to kiss her lips. Aside from that night I'd rather forget, I'd never kissed her again, because of too many reservations and worries…

But now we were like a couple, having had a child together. So I looked at her, received her consent, and slowly brought my lips to hers, feeling her breath, feeling her endless softness…

Wenwen closed her eyes and accepted my kiss. In that instant, I suddenly felt as if we had returned to the past, like children playing house, secretly tasting the forbidden fruit of adults.

The feeling of kissing someone, especially a loved one, is so comfortable, so beautiful, filled with a reassuring peace. I'm not very good at kissing, and have little experience, so I just kissed occasionally, sometimes gently biting.

As I kissed her, I slowly slipped my left hand under her t-shirt. Without feeling any resistance, I pushed open her bra and placed my palm on her warm breast.

I'll always remember how, when I gently pulled down and outwards, her breasts would always move with my hand without resistance, almost like pudding.

"Wenwen, so soft..." I couldn't help but pull away from her lips, smiling as I spoke. Wenwen simply opened her eyes, shyly remaining silent. So I jokingly added, "They really have gotten bigger."

Hearing my teasing, the cold, shy expression on Wenwen's face temporarily disappeared, but she only showed a slight, shy smile.

I always enjoyed teasing her like this; after all, that's what bedroom pleasure is like—full of joy that only the two of us can experience at that moment, pleasurable without being lewd, and making our relationship even sweeter.

But because she quickly regained her cold expression and didn't do anything else, I watched her for a while before deciding to take off her clothes. I moved my hand away from her breasts and carefully pulled her t-shirt up to her collarbone.

Under the dim nightlight, I saw her t-shirt and bra, pushed up, lying on her collarbone, revealing her moderately full and elastic breasts, making her figure even more alluring.

Wenwen, perhaps still shy, immediately raised her hands and hugged them together, hoping to cover her exposed breasts, but I quickly pulled her hands away. Gazing at them, her breasts rose and fell with her breath, subtly stirring my thoughts. I caressed her breasts, gently pinching her nipples; she still didn't speak, just letting me knead them as I pleased.

"Wenwen, I'm hungry, I want to drink milk~~~"

Hearing me say this, Wenwen knew what I was about to do and quickly said nervously, "Brother, don't do anything rash!"

"Okay! I won't do anything rash! I just want to drink some milk~~~"

So I happily laughed and joked, lifting her left breast and bending down to suckle. But Wenwen quickly cried out, "No!" and tried to push my head away with both hands. But I believed Wenwen didn't really want to stop me, so I was able to take her nipple into my mouth without much resistance.

I stirred the nipple with my tongue and sucked with my mouth, while Wenwen quietly rested her hands on my head and looked down at me. I could feel her warmth and the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. I was deeply moved as I suckled on her nipples, because how many sisters in the world would willingly let their brothers suckle their nipples like that?

After a few minutes, I felt it was time, so I gently pushed her down onto the bed, and I lay down on my side beside her. As I pushed her down, she looked at me nervously, seemingly hesitant about whether to resist.

I ignored her hesitation, because she always did this beforehand, so I didn't pay much attention; usually, once I took off my pants, she would readily agree to let me do it.

So I quickly took off my pants and underwear, revealing my already erect penis. Since I was lying on my side next to her, my penis rested on her thigh, waiting for Wenwen's attention and gaze.

I deliberately didn't speak or act, just waited, and Wenwen just looked down, without making a move. At that moment, I was thinking that this penis had already entered her body several times, and I had conceived several times, but Wenwen still seemed curious and uneasy. However, I thought this situation was probably similar to how boys like to stare at girls' breasts, so I could understand it to some extent.

She just slightly raised her head to look at my erect penis lying on her thigh, then turned to look at me. I nodded to her, indicating that she should start, and Wenwen finally opened her hands and grasped it.

When my penis was grasped by her hands, it instinctively became even more aroused and throbbed several times.

"Your little chick will grow bigger in Wenwen's hands," I teased. Wenwen, as usual, didn't answer. So I said more intimately, "This is Wenwen's little chick, and it only lets Wenwen touch it."

I thought Wenwen would at least smile because of this, but she remained cold and silent.

I started to wonder if she was in a bad mood today. She didn't smile or show any emotion. Maybe it was because it was her birthday, and she really didn't want to do it with me. But things had already progressed this far, and I absolutely couldn't stop, otherwise Wenwen would definitely get angry and yell at me, "If you didn't want it, don't bother me like this in the first place!"

At first, Wenwen just lay quietly beside me, stroking my penis with her hands.

I held her tightly with one arm, while the other hand caressed her breasts, feeling her hands stroking my penis. Perhaps it wasn't as stimulating and comfortable as direct penetration, but this kind of pleasure was indescribably wonderful.

Really, no matter how many times I've said it, even without direct penetration, the feeling of masturbating together is still incredibly wonderful, incomparable to masturbating alone. We felt our consciousness gradually connect, our souls merge, and the boundaries of our individual selves began to disappear.

As she simply manipulated me, my desires became anything but simple. Several times I teetered on the edge of losing control, determined to reach for her panties, pull them down, and spread her legs to penetrate her. But she held me back, softly and nervously saying, "Brother, no..."

After several such attempts, I truly knew that no matter what, she wouldn't give herself to me today, wouldn't make love to me. But my desire was completely ignited, and not finishing the act would be unbearable. So, disregarding her refusal, I decisively began to forcefully remove her panties.

I thought to myself, it's been two or three weeks since I had the abortion, and as long as I've been using condoms, it should be fine. If she dislikes me because of this, it won't matter much; she'll just be angry for a few days.

I started to slip my hands inside her panties, hooking them with my fingers as I began to pull them down. Wenwen resisted, pressing her legs tightly together and using her hands to hold my hands down, but not violently. Perhaps because she was worried about my feelings, I gradually pulled her panties down to her lower thighs.

"...Brother, no!"

Her tone changed from gentle persuasion to firmness and tension.

"Okay...Brother has condoms, it's okay..."

Then, just as I was about to pull her panties down to her knees, "Brother!! No!!" She suddenly pushed me away from her with all her might. I hadn't expected her to react so strongly and was completely stunned.

Wenwen looked at me with a bit of panic, quickly stood up, and scrambled off the bed, naked, trying to escape my clutches. I quickly got up too and reached out to grab her, but I was too late, only managing to grab her waist slightly as she ran off the bed.

Wenwen hurriedly pulled up her panties and t-shirt as she ran, quickly disappearing from the room.

When I saw her running so fast, I initially thought she was going to play some game with me, deliberately making me chase her. Honestly, that thought really excited me; it felt like a hunter about to pounce on its prey. So, I didn't even bother putting on my underwear and pants and ran after her.

Just as I got out of bed, I heard the door to my parents' room slam shut next door.

I went to their door, turned the handle to open it, but found it locked from the inside. So I knocked on the door and said, "Little Red Riding Hood Wenwen, the Big Bad Wolf is here!"

A few seconds later, I tried turning the handle again, but it still wouldn't turn. That's when I started to realize something was wrong.

"Wenwen, what's wrong?"

She still didn't answer.

"Is it your period?"

I turned the handle again, still locked.

"...Wenwen?"

I called her several more times, but she still didn't respond. This situation started to make me impatient. I was sure Wenwen would know by now.

"Wenwen! What's wrong with you?"

Finally, after I asked her a little loudly, Wenwen's trembling voice responded from inside the room: "Brother... I'm so afraid I'll get pregnant again... Please don't do that anymore..."

"How could you possibly get pregnant? I have condoms ready, I won't take them off, if I keep using them, I can't get pregnant."

"I read the book the doctor gave me that day, it says that even if you keep using them, you can still get pregnant..."

Good heavens, I almost couldn't believe what I heard, because it was essentially Wenwen saying she didn't want to have sex with me anymore, at most she'd just help me masturbate like she did earlier. No wonder she kept saying she didn't want to do it with me today.

Just as I was wondering what to say to her, from the other side of the door, Wenwen's voice began to tremble slightly with pleading and nervousness...

"Brother... I don't want to do that with you anymore, okay? There's still a chance of getting pregnant, I really don't want to, please..."

Chapter 58

That night Wenwen didn't leave her parents' room, and honestly, it felt incredibly unpleasant; my sexual desire was at its peak when she suddenly stopped me, I don't think any man could stand that.

But in the end, I had to give up that day. What else could I do? Force my way in and force her?

I don't know if she slept in her parents' room that night, but at least after returning to my room dejectedly, I could only fall asleep after taking care of myself in loneliness…

The next day, Wenwen went to school early. I didn't deliberately get up earlier to ambush her, afraid of making things awkward for both of us. Also, after calming down and thinking about it carefully last night, I felt that I had really gone too far. But I still couldn't shake the fact that Wenwen said she didn't want to have sex with me anymore

. During those few days at home, we didn't speak when we met, and Wenwen even started avoiding me again. I understand; she must be worried that if I saw her ,

I would force her to have sex again. We are siblings, and we shouldn't do this kind of thing in the first place. Her refusal wasn't wrong, but if I have to maintain a sexless relationship from now on, can I really endure it? Do

I truly love Wenwen, or am I just in love with her body?

I will never regret getting together with Wenwen, because it was my own choice. My love for her made me do this, but unknowingly, that line has become increasingly blurred…

I haven't stopped loving her; in fact, I want to be with her even more. Perhaps it's because I simply want to release my desires, perhaps it's because I enjoy the feeling of being one with her, body and soul, perhaps it's simply about passing on the primal instinct of life. Perhaps all of these are the right answers, or perhaps I'm still confused about the path to finding the answer myself.

Love can be explained in many ways, but often there aren't that many reasons to give. True love is indescribable and inexhaustible…

When making love with Wenwen, the feeling is pure pleasure; when we are intimately connected, I feel as if I have entered her life, entered her soul, and danced with her pulse.

As we reach the final climax, with the release of heat, I feel as if I have given her the best of my life, shown her all the love in my life, and passed on the essence of my life to her.

Wenwen is a good girl—beautiful, gentle, and family-oriented. Although she wasn't a great student, she would never go out and cause trouble for me; on the contrary, she managed the whole household, and she was responsible for all three meals a day on weekends. You could even say I owed her a lot…

This kind of girl is like my own sister, willing to stay with me forever, willing to give me everything, willing to make love with me, really… really…

But when she said she didn't want to make love with me anymore, it stirred up the area I least wanted to touch. I couldn't imagine Wenwen growing up, having a boyfriend, and this man making love with Wenwen, leaving his essence inside her—all of that.

Love is inherently selfish, so Wenwen can only be mine; I don't want any other man to possess her.

If there truly is the whisper of the devil, perhaps possessing her is an evil whisper I can never escape…

I remember that terrifying day; for the first time in my life, I deeply felt the fear that Wenwen might leave me forever. Not just leaving me, but leaving this world, never to set foot here again.

That day was Tuesday; after about a week of this coldness, I thought it was time to have a proper talk or apologize. So I deliberately stayed home a little later than school, determined to apologize to her as soon as she got home and tell her that I wouldn't touch her again unless she agreed to be with me again.

Perhaps it was a true connection, because I felt really bad that day; nothing I did felt right, I was constantly irritable, and something felt like it was about to happen.

I initially thought it was just a bad mood, but around 4 PM, it actually happened…

While waiting in my room, I heard the intercom ring in the living room. I thought it was the mailman or someone else delivering mail. When I went to the living room and picked up the receiver, I heard Wenwen calling me. At first, I genuinely thought she had forgotten her keys, so I pressed the button to open the iron gate. But then she said, “…Brother…please come down, okay?”

“What is it?”

“…Brother…please come down, okay?”

She answered the same thing again, making me very confused about why Wenwen wanted me to come downstairs.

But since she had said it twice, I took the keys, put on my slippers, closed the iron gate, and went down the stairs. I thought to myself, "That's good. Since Wenwen took the initiative to contact me first, she probably wanted to talk things out with me, which is why she chose to go downstairs—she was afraid I would force her or something."

When I opened the iron gate on the first floor, I saw Wenwen leaning against her motorcycle, with several people gathered around. I was wondering what they were pointing and whispering about, but then I suddenly noticed Wenwen's condition…

Wenwen's face was deathly pale, completely bloodless, even her lips were pale. It was truly the first time I had ever seen her so weak; I will never forget it.

"…Brother, a car just hit me…"

Her words struck my heart like a hammer blow, making me feel like my heart was about to stop.

Blood was flowing steadily from Wenwen's chin, slowly dripping down.

With trembling, weak hands, she picked up the handkerchief, gently wiped her face, then looked down at the bloodstains on it before slowly raising her head to look at me. In a slightly breathless and weak voice, she said, "Brother... I feel so dizzy..."

Hearing her say this, I finally recovered from the incredible shock and rushed forward, supporting the unsteady Wenwen with both hands. Perhaps touching a painful spot, she cried out briefly, then became even weaker and leaned against me.

I was completely terrified by her appearance and didn't know what to do...

She lay weakly in my arms, barely able to hold me, only breathing heavily, seemingly in great pain.

Wenwen must have been hit by a car on her way home from school and walked back alone, enduring the pain, constantly wiping away the blood with the handkerchief, which was why it was covered in blood. Thinking of her walking back alone like that broke my heart; I felt incredibly reluctant and sad. If I could, I wished I could forever take her place and bear all the pain and suffering, so she wouldn't have to endure such torment.

Holding her, I looked around, unsure what to do. Suddenly, I saw a middle-aged man riding his motorcycle very close to us. We stared at each other for a few

seconds before he spoke, "I was just accompanying her back..."

"What did you do to my sister ?! ... Suddenly, Wenwen weakly tried to leave my arms, no longer wanting to lean against me. "Brother's clothes... will get blood on them..." "It's okay! It's okay! Wenwen, don't move! Don't move!" I quickly hugged her tighter, afraid she wouldn't have the strength to continue leaning against me, but she cried out, "Ah! My shoulder... it hurts so much..." Hearing her say her shoulder hurt, I didn't dare move her anymore, just stood straight, but my body began to tremble slightly from tension. I had just been thinking about how to face her, but now none of that mattered anymore. I love her, I just want her to be safe and sound by my side, just like before... "Brother... I want to sleep..." "Wenwen, you can't sleep, do you hear me!" Hearing her say she wanted to sleep, I quickly called to her. I was really scared to death. She absolutely couldn't sleep after this incident; if she really fell asleep, she might never wake up again. "...Help me upstairs to go home, okay...? I really want to sleep..." "No! You can't fall asleep! Wenwen, you can't sleep, do you hear me!" I shouted anxiously, reminding her to stay awake. I looked around at the people, completely unsure what to do. They were also looking at Wenwen and me, as if hoping to help, but afraid of making the situation worse, so they didn't dare approach. Then I suddenly thought of an ambulance and wanted to shout to the people around me, asking them to call one.

But then I changed my mind, because I really didn't know how long the ambulance would take, and it was rush hour, so the ambulance might be stuck in traffic.

Therefore, I decided I had to take her to the nearest hospital on my motorcycle to avoid traffic. I quickly took out my motorcycle keys from my pocket, intending to pull the motorcycle out from beside me, but Wenwen was lying against me, and I couldn't move her...

I carefully reached into my pocket, taking the keys out without hurting Wenwen. The gentleman who had accompanied Wenwen home noticed what I was thinking and hurriedly asked which motorcycle it was, then helped me pull it out.

"Wenwen, I'm taking you to the hospital on my motorcycle, so I have to let go and let you stand on your own first. Be patient!"

I said several times, and after confirming she responded, I carefully and slowly released her, letting her stand on her own. Seeing this, the people nearby stepped forward to help Wenwen, and then helped her onto my motorcycle. After Wenwen finally got on my motorcycle, she weakly said to them, "Thank you..."

Wenwen leaned weakly against my back. Just as I was about to accelerate, she gently pulled me back and said, "My schoolbag..."

Her schoolbag was on the ground in front of the gate, but that wasn't the time to worry about it. Losing it wouldn't matter; her health was far more important. So I replied, "It's okay to leave it there! We'll get it when we get back!"

On the road, I almost turned the throttle to the floor, even honking the horn at red lights to scare oncoming cars into stopping before speeding across. I knew riding like that was dangerous, but seeing Wenwen like that made me extremely anxious. I was terrified that if I delayed getting her to the hospital, her injuries might worsen.

On the motorcycle, I kept calling to her, trying to get her to respond and not fall asleep leaning against my back. She always responded briefly, occasionally complaining of pain in her hands from the jolting of the motorcycle. When

we arrived at the hospital gate, I immediately leaned off the motorcycle to carry her on my back, not daring to let her walk.

"Wenwen, I'll carry you. Slowly lean against my back!"

She didn't say anything, but slowly leaned against me, letting me carry her.

The security guard at the gate saw me park like that and ran out of the hospital to call me, but seeing Wenwen's condition, he didn't rush back in.

Wenwen weighs about 40-50 kilograms. To be honest, I'd tried carrying her before but couldn't quite manage it, but today I carried her almost effortlessly. It must be because my adrenaline was completely pumping. I guess I could have pushed a gravel cart back then.

When I carried her to the hospital gate, the security guard and a nurse ran out and walked beside us, guiding us to the emergency room.

Many people in the lobby were staring at us. The nurse asked me what happened to her, and I said she'd been hit by a car.

Inside the emergency room, because there weren't any more seriously injured patients, almost all the doctors dropped off other patients with minor ailments and rushed over. I sat Wenwen down by the bed, and the doctor began asking about her condition, where she felt pain, and started examining her injuries.

I watched from the sidelines, extremely anxious, and really wanted to cry. Wenwen just looked at the doctor wearily and answered his questions. When the doctor asked her to raise her hand, Wenwen trembled as she did so, unable even to raise it perpendicular to her body, and kept crying out in pain.

The doctor began to ask her for details of what had happened, and Wenwen answered haltingly. It was then that I learned the whole story.

After school, Wenwen was walking through an alley when, at a corner, she heard a car speeding behind her. Just as she was about to step onto the right side of the road, the car drove past her, turned left, and violently struck her from behind, scraping her several centimeters on the ground before injuring her chin.

What drove me crazy was that initially, after Wenwen was hit and lying on the road, she heard the car stop briefly, but perhaps seeing that she wasn't moving, it quickly drove away.

What saddened me most was that several passersby and students who saw Wenwen being hit didn't help her at all. It was only after Wenwen endured the pain and got up, walking home with her injuries, that a gentleman offered to take her home or to the hospital, and she walked home with him.

After everything was cleared up, the doctor quickly finished his examination, leaving Wenwen and me anxiously, while the other doctors went back to care for other patients. Wenwen simply rested her forehead against me, occasionally wiping the blood from her chin with the gauze the nurse had just given her. About a minute later, a doctor came to explain the situation to us.

"Are you her...?"

"Brother."

"Your sister's chin is bleeding because of a 1.5-centimeter laceration, which is why it keeps bleeding. The nurse will help clean the blood first, then stitch it up. She can come back in two weeks to have the stitches removed."

"What about her hand? She keeps saying her shoulder hurts."

"Her left shoulder isn't fractured or dislocated. It's probably sprained after the impact. It's not serious. Just immobilize it with a bandage and apply ointment. However, it will probably take more than a month to fully heal."

My immediate thought was that Wenwen would have to keep her hand in a sling for a month, like a broken bone patient.

But that's lucky; it's not a big problem. At most, it will make it difficult for her to move around. A month will pass quickly if she can bear it.

"Doctor, but she keeps telling me she wants to sleep..."

"I've checked her over. There's no concussion, so it's probably because she was suddenly hit by a car and briefly went into shock, which is why she feels so tired. Let her rest at home, and she'll be fine."

Hearing the doctor say this, my tense heart finally relaxed completely, and I almost collapsed from exhaustion.

I looked at Wenwen and gave her a relieved smile. She was still leaning against me with her eyes closed, looking very tired, and I didn't know if she was listening.

"There's something a bit worrying, though. Because she's a girl, the stitches on her chin will leave a scar."

When I heard that, I was startled. Wenwen also looked up at the doctor. No wonder, no girl likes having a scar on her face.

I was about to ask the doctor if it could be treated so that there wouldn't be a scar when the doctor suddenly spoke up again: "But luckily, her wound is on the inside of her chin, so unless she looks up, it shouldn't be visible."

After hearing this, Wenwen leaned back against me, which made me both amused and annoyed. She didn't finish her sentence, making us worry like this.

The nurse who had come earlier came over with the payment slip, asking me to pay and get the medication. She also brought a tray with syringes, clamps, and a bunch of medical supplies, saying that she needed to stitch up Wenwen's chin wound first, and give her an anti-inflammatory and tetanus shot. She then asked Wenwen to lie flat on the hospital bed.

So I helped her lie down on the hospital bed and gently stroked her forehead reassuringly, saying, "Wenwen, I'm going to pay the bill and I'll be right back. You lie there quietly while the nurse treats you, okay?"

Unexpectedly, she grabbed my clothes like a child, afraid to let me leave.

"Brother...can I not get a shot..."

I couldn't help but laugh, and the nurse laughed too; afraid of needles and stitches but afraid of injections?

While I was still thinking about how to comfort her, the nurse, perhaps experienced, spoke first, saying, "You're not a child anymore, don't be afraid of injections, it won't hurt much..."

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