Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

So he lowered his voice and spoke softly.

"Xiaoying, I will try my best to be a good brother to you. As for other things, I can't guarantee them. These are my own business, so you don't have to worry too much. It's just that my life here is far more complicated than you think. If possible, I don't want you to get involved in this mess."

Oreki Sakura seemed to still have some final hope and even clutched the quilt tightly.

Said through gritted teeth.

"Could it be... because I have no choice?"

Oreki Gen wanted to say that this was indeed the case. If he hadn't been forced to do so, it wouldn't have been like this in the beginning, and it wouldn't have developed like this.

but...

"No, it's all my own choice."

"hateful..."

"Sorry, go to sleep and get some rest. You still have a game tomorrow."

After saying this, Oreki Gen turned his back.

There was no other sound behind me.

Maybe he didn't want to talk to himself like this anymore? Although it might have some impact on the relationship between the brother and sister, compared to those terrible signs, this was the best option.

I can only make up for it as much as possible in the future, as long as I still have a future.

So be it.

Oreki Gen let out a sigh of relief.

Then close your eyes.

...

...

...

Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I fell into a state of confusion and half asleep.

Because he felt a pair of hands behind him...wrapped around his waist and hugged him.

There's only one person in this room who can do this, right?

Oreki Gen's eyes widened, unable to turn his head away.

"Sakura?"

And those hands hugged him even tighter, so tight that Oreki could even feel the outline of the girl's body behind him.

How ups and downs, how convex and concave.

It pressed against his back, with a green and tender scent like that of a plum blossom.

She leaned on her back, her breath blowing on the back of her neck.

She was a little addicted and a little depressed.

"Brother...I'm so sad, I want to hug you."

11: I want to be your only divine girl

I feel a little dizzy.

The room is a bit dark.

Oreki Gen didn't seem to be fully awake, or perhaps it was the mental impact brought by the girl behind him that made him dizzy.

The boy was in a trance for a moment.

"what happened?"

He could clearly feel the emotions coming from the girl behind him. Her low voice sounded like it was soaked in water, like a struggling drowning person.

It just sounds heart-wrenching.

This made it even more impossible for Oreki Gen to break free from her.

It seems that one more rejection now would cause this girl to feel heartbroken.

He was in a dilemma.

Perhaps he never thought that his sister would one day be so bold as to even dare to crawl into the bed.

Is there anything she dare not do?

It was actually my own fault. If it weren't for these trivial things, her mood wouldn't be so turbulent. I should calm her down and at least not affect the opponent's game tomorrow.

"Nothing... I just feel uncomfortable."

The girl spoke softly.

It seems that he regards Oreki Genji as his only support now. Perhaps it is because after coming here that he realizes that some things have changed too much in places he cannot see, and the gap in his heart is unbearable.

After all, he is a child who needs support and needs to vent his emotions.

Oreki Gen thought about it and did not pull her hand away. Instead, he looked ahead and said.

"I'm sorry, brother, I made you feel bad."

"...It's my own fault."

As she said this, she spoke against Oreki's neck, and his moist breath wrapped around her back. The feeling was hard to describe, an indescribable warmth and comfort, a feeling that no one else could replace.

It's like making a man feel like there's always someone behind him.

No matter what kind of person you become, no matter how evil you are, everyone will hate you.

There will always be a retreat behind you so that you can return safely.

"Don't think too much... You did nothing wrong. These are just my own choices. You don't need to feel sad because of me. I am still living a good life and I am not in any danger."

He whispered to her soothingly and patted the back of her hand that was around his waist.

As gentle as lulling a child to sleep.

The nights in this season are a bit cold, and there seems to be a cold wind blowing through the cracks everywhere, blowing on the most vulnerable part of everyone's heart.

But now my quilt is warm.

Like warm sea water, it can embrace all sad children.

"But I don't want you to be like this... Why do you have to do this, brother..."

She asked questions that were destined to have no accurate answers. Everyone is like this. When they are vulnerable and don't understand each other, it becomes a dead knot that no one can untie.

Oreki Gen let out a soft sigh.

"I don't know... But a lot of things are like this. As you walk along, you realize that this is the way it is. As you do something, you realize that things are already like this. I'm sorry, I'm not a perfect brother, nor a very good man. But it doesn't matter, you are good, you are the best sister, so you will be happy."

He whispered soothingly.

But such words caused a pain in the back of his neck.

She bit herself.

Right where the neck joins the shoulders.

The taste was not very strong, but at least it left a mark.

"Hi...what?"

"Because my brother is abominable, I want to take a bite."

She snorted softly.

The way he spoke in such a tsundere tone was really adorable, just like something out of an anime.

Oreki Gen smiled bitterly.

"I wish you happiness, is this abominable?"

"I can't be happy without my brother."

She hugged him tighter, showing no sign of relaxing.

Anyway, as many romance novels say, if you give a man a chance to break free, he will fly away quickly.

But she didn't want to give the boy this opportunity.

At least tonight, I don't want him to leave my arms.

Even though my arms are small and can't hold anything, I can hold my heart in them and lean on his warm and broad back.

"How is that possible... Even if we are brother and sister, we will be separated in the future, and each of us will have our own lives and families. You will also find your own happiness. Of course, this may be a distant thing, but we cannot deny it all."

"No, I deny it."

She said stubbornly.

"You kid..."

"That's right. I don't even know what the happy brother I want looks like. You said these things just to make me stay away from you."

Have you figured this out?

How did you figure it out?

Sure enough, my purpose is too obvious?

"It's not..."

"That's right. That's why my brother is a hateful person. In order to make me stay away from you, he would rather describe himself as such a low-class person and make himself look like a scumbag."

"No... Is it possible that I am a scumbag?"

What's going on these days?

No one believes me when I say I'm a scumbag, right? Aren't the facts in front of us?

Sakuraba Mitsuki and Asagiri Ran are two girls with unique temperaments. Who can be said to be unique when picked out? Except for a scumbag like me, who can put them together?

Isn't this conclusive evidence?

If being a scumbag is a crime and needs to be brought to court, then I can even sentence him directly.

Why is this still suspicious?

"Absolutely not!"

She said with certainty.

Oreki Gen tried to struggle, but felt that the other party's thoughts were becoming more and more wrong, and the temperature of the embrace also began to become abnormal.

But compared to her own struggles with concerns, Oreki Sakura, who had no burden at all, seemed much more direct.

In order to prevent Oreki Gen from breaking free, she even used her slender legs to hook the boy's thighs.

It seems that the benefits of long legs are reflected.

In an instant, she was like a beautiful snake, locking Oreki's string.

He Jinyin locked up the eldest senior brother.

"Really..."

Oreki Gen is about to cry, why does a plot require people to work hard to prove that they are a scumbag? Are they human?

The girl pressed hard against the boy's body.

It seems that I can't take care of those delicate frictions.

My cheeks and my body temperature were rising more and more obviously, but I seemed not to feel it.

It’s just like being immersed in such a close contact game, the purpose is simple, but the feelings are everywhere.

For example, the friction from my chest, the touch from my delicate legs...

"Brother is a bad guy, I already knew that. It doesn't matter, I don't care about your friends."