Sister Lover

See the firm look of the girl, obviously afraid that I am cool, and I decide not to pull me into the bathroom, I don't have some headache while I am touched.

Because, now the reaction of your body is quite obvious. . .

If the quilt is pulled out, the part of the reaction will definitely be noticed by the sister. When I arrive, what is said, as a brother, I still have a bit awkward.

Chapter 12 Hotel Night (1)

If you don't call your phone call, I will not care at all. But now, it will feel a bit shame.

So, I certainly can't let the girl pick up the quilt on my body, so I am busy looking for an excuse: "Okay, I am really nothing, now cover the quilt is very warm, and then I will feel cold."

"but..."

Seeing your sister, I would like to interrupt her: "And Shantou, my brother now has a lot of words to tell you."

Listening to me, my sister pulled my quilt's movement of the quilt. She secretly shouted me, and her face floated, and the sound should be: "What ...

"There are a lot of words to say, you are lying down first."

"That, that ...", although hesitated, but the girl is still honest, I am lying down.

"Quilt", I reminded.

"Oh..."

I heard, my sister opened her bed, and pulled it into myself. Then she moved his body, put the head on the pillow of my pillow.

Seeing the gimmick, I was too tone, I was afraid that she still had to stick to the bathroom.

Now, I have become the side of us lying on the side of each other and pillows the same pillow.

However, it is covered with a quilt.

Because she is lying down, the hair of the girl is scattered, and a few ink, the black silk is falling to the snow, so she habitually uses tender-like fingertips, will be scattered. The silk is returned.

It is a simple action, but it seems to touch some things in my heart, so that it is gently trembled.

Under the warm white light, the sister's smooth and white face skin is plated with a layer of whitening whitening, it looks more attractive than usual.

If you look at it carefully, you can find that whether she is a beautiful black eyebrow, neat and fine eyelashes; still in my eyes, the black scorpion is tall, like a jade nose; Or the pink and tender little soft double lips, the pointer is not sharp, the natural snow white chin is quite exquisite and perfect, and there is a good artwork. I am afraid that it is close to you, and you can't see whit.

Looking at it, I didn't have a feet before the face, and the shared face of the shakou didn't help but bow.

This girl is, I don't know if I appear in my memory. Take carefully, probably the beginning of memory, she is there.

Along with the short years I have spent in my life, I seem to take a point in my own life, I can find out the shadow of this girl.

Starting from the childhood, the year of the cardamom, the more the two eighth year, I don't know if I don't feel, now my eyes, have already grown into today's Ting girl.

It is clear that it is just a moving movement, which can make me sway. . .

"brother..."

After the sister, the tender soft voice was gently called, I slowly returned to God, I found that my girl was watching for a while.

But I don't know why, I looked at the little girl who was stared at you, but I didn't feel embarrassed, but I also took out a pair of tone: "Well?"

"That ...", see my reaction, : "How did the brother look ... Look at me ..."

"Because ...", I think a little, my heart is moving, I will answer the next second: "Because I am thirsty"

"thirsty?"

"Ok..."

"That ... for, why ... see me ..."

I know that the girl in front of me is somewhat unclear, so I explained it: "Don't have an idiom look at Mei thirst, probably this."

Shantou probably understood what I meant. When the little face suddenly became popular, she quietly saw me: "Since it is thirsty, why not eat plum, eat ..."

I put soft voice: "Because now this plum is still not growing up, no maturity ..."

"Come ...", the girl only hesitated a moment, continued: "But I am not small ..."

"Don't say that the plots are outside, maybe the plots are already red, but it is negligible."

I saw that my sister didn't pick up immediately, I will continue to say: "After all, the plum is matured for 18 years, and the plum of my family is only 17 years."

I heard the words, the brunette girl who was not far from the red face, and she was going to go out: "Maybe some plum is a good thing to be cooked ..."

Shantou, like a bowl of hot soup, put my heart is soaked inside, only feeling a warmth of the soul.

After a few girls' face, after a while, my heart is quite a helpless. Obviously, a part of the body has grinding, but it can't do anything.

I really doubt that I will not take it. . .

Then, it is like explained to the sister, but it is in order to make yourself alert, I hesitated, soft: "There is another reason, this is what the people who want to eat plum is still not high enough, there is no ability to pick it up. This plum, if you want to eat, you can only use the pole to hit the plum from the branches, so that she will hurt her. "

After a few seconds, the gimmick around him is probably understood, and I suddenly got my head: "Oh ..."

At the same time, the large crystal tears quietly filled the girl's eyes and rolled out from it. The owner of the teardrop will soon notice its existence, so I quickly extend a white little hand, I want to rub the water on my face. But the teardrops have more and more, and the two-year-old roller, they can only rush their eyes.

The girl did not sign, let me feel slightly. I suddenly discovered that I didn't know what to say, I hesitated for two seconds, I couldn't help but raise my sister's head, stroking her soft and smooth hair: "Well crying what it is ..."

"I didn't cry", and the girl looked at the eyes, and I was strong. "I don't know why, my tears will run out."

"Well, I didn't cry, I didn't cry ..."

"I didn't cry", this sentence exported, the girl's hook crispy soft voice has a crying chamber.

What is the heart looks like a blocked, I don't know what to say. At this moment, I wanted to take my eyes in front of my tears, but I was afraid that I would like to wipe the fire. While my heart is helpless, I can only look quietly to read the girl.

The teardrops have poured out from the eyes of the girl, and they are slid down, dripping on the pillow.

It took a few minutes, and Shantou finally controlled his emotions, no longer tears. At this time, her face is already wet a big piece.

Chapter 13 Hotel Night (2)

I have some distressed, so wait for her emotions to be more calm, then quickly transfer the topic: "Okay, get up and turn over the pillow, you are wet."

"That, how," said with a vibrant cry of the voice, the gimmick, I still put it up with me. After I turned over the pillow, she lied back again.

Then, the girl took a few scattered hair, and licking his eyes, and quietly volts in the nest, did not move quiet.

Looking at the sister of this eye along the tears, I also know that it is not suitable for comforting her, and there is no opening.

In this way, in this small hotel room, we both lie on the face, obvious that the other party is less than one foot, but there is no talk. At this time, the various sounds sent out, quietly lined out of the quiet, and suddenly appeared.