Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

"Qiao Yu, help me wash my clothes."

Qiao Yu knew that his sister was being kind and giving him a way to mend their awkward relationship, so he quickly said:

Where are your clothes?

"Remember to wash your underwear and clothes separately in the bathroom basket."

"Oh."

Qiao Yu quickly left the two purple underwear pieces in the basket and washed the clothes first.

It only takes a little time to pour in the laundry detergent, no effort at all.

Half an hour later.

The laundry is done; it's ten o'clock now.

Qiao Jingjing should probably take a shower soon.

She always goes to bed before 11 p.m.

Sure enough, Qiao Jingjing rubbed her sore bottom and casually ordered Qiao Yu to hang the clothes to dry.

Qiao Yu was furious.

"Qiao Jingjing, do you have no hands or feet? I'm not your servant. Go by yourself if you want to. I'm busy."

Qiao Jingjing pouted and went into the bathroom in her slippers.

A few seconds later, a scream.

"Qiao Yu, did you put the toilet paper in your pocket again and not take it out?"

Qiao Jingjing rushed out menacingly.

One hand on her hip, the other supporting her pleated mini-skirt.

Qiao Yu took a closer look.

Tiny white paper scraps were stuck to the pleated mini skirt.

He had made this oversight before.

I had some tissues in my pocket, but I forgot to take them out before putting them in the washing machine.

As a result, it got mixed in with the clothes and rolled around.

It rolled into paper dust and stuck to my clothes; I couldn't shake it off.

While feeling guilty, Qiao Yu also sensed that something was amiss.

He got up, looking bewildered and confused.

I ran to the balcony to check my clothes; they were clean and there were no paper scraps.

He instantly understood and glared at Qiao Jingjing.

"Bullshit, come here right now and look at my clothes. There's no paper scraps on them."

Therefore, there is only one truth...

Qiao Jingjing stood on the balcony and glanced at it suspiciously.

She trotted back to the bathroom.

He quickly pulled out a tattered tissue from his pocket.

Qiao Yu followed behind her, humming:

"See? It's your own fault. I'm not taking the blame for this."

Qiao Jingjing said angrily, "You washed the clothes, and you didn't check the pockets, so you should take the blame."

Qiao Yu naturally wouldn't argue with his sister.

Never argue with a woman.

They are always more experienced than you.

Qiao Jingjing found an opportunity for revenge, pinched Qiao Yu hard for a long time, and then went to hang up the laundry in a huff.

At 10:30.

Qiao Jingjing came out wrapped in a bath towel and sat on the living room sofa to dry her hair.

The deafening noise was giving Qiao Yu a terrible headache.

He said impatiently, "Go inside and blow-dry your hair."

Qiao Jingjing made a face at him and moved her butt closer to him.

They even deliberately turned the hair dryer to its maximum power.

A strong scent of shampoo mixed with a woman's fragrance wafted over, and Qiao Yu couldn't help but swallow.

Doesn't this woman know how alluring she is?

He rolled his eyes and hid in a rocking chair nearby.

While playing on his phone, he hummed a song.

This is to counter Qiao Jingjing's noise attacks.

"Gray sky, your face."

"After loving, crying, laughing, and hurting."

"All that's left is goodbye."

My eyes are wet with tears.

"The person who lost their first love was actually..."

"This feeling."

I always thought that love was all my heartbeats.

"If we lose love, we will..."

"What do you want?"

The noise from the hairdryer has stopped.

Qiao Yu turned his head to look.

Qiao Jingjing's foxy face, with its disheveled hair, was filled with a look of intoxication.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Her large, almond-shaped eyes seemed veiled in a misty haze, as if by a layer of rain.

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48. My first love; my younger brother.

"What are you doing? You scared me!"

Qiao Yu felt uncomfortable under Qiao Jingjing's affectionate gaze.

"What song is this?"

Qiao Jingjing said softly.

Qiao Yu smiled and thought to himself, "This is the one I've been waiting for."

He lied without batting an eye, "I wrote it myself, I was just singing nonsense."

"You...you wrote this..."

Qiao Jingjing slightly parted her red lips.

The most deadly form of showing off is the subtle kind!

Qiao Yu prepared to look up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Jingjing, who had just been quiet and well-behaved and immersed in the singing, suddenly pounced on her like a hungry tiger.

He pinned Qiao Yu under the rocking chair and screamed.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Are you fucking having epilepsy... are you crazy... get up..."

Qiao Yu almost fainted from being suffocated by the two soft, heavy mounds of flesh.

It took Qiao Jingjing a long time to calm her excitement.

He calmly straightened his bath towel.

She raised her head, looking at him with deep affection and tenderness.

"Ah Yu... no, dear brother, did you really write this song?"

"That's it."

Qiao Yu stole glances at his sister's exposed "hemispherical" breasts.

"Really?"

"I haven't finished writing yet."

Qiao Jingjing asked pitifully, "When will you finish writing?"

"It depends on my mood...what's it to you?"

"You know, I've always wanted to have some talent. I even told you last time that I wanted to write an original song and post it on a short video platform..."

"Then go ahead and write it! You were quite confident a while ago!"

"Ah ah ah..."

Qiao Jingjing scratched her head frantically, feigning a pitiful look: "I wrote it... but I'm too ashamed to sing it... I've realized that all I can do is sing..."