MTL - I Heard You Are an Alien-Chapter 175 Sick brother marrying (3) (non-brother and sister)

Although secretly determined, there are many difficulties in realizing it.

There is no reason for it, he really can't bear to make her sad, so he always wants to wait a bit, wait a second, until ...

"Brother."

On this day, she looked a little embarrassed, her right hand's fingers around her skirt, a shy gesture.

"What's wrong?" Yi Shao, who returned late because she was going to the supermarket, raised her eyebrows slightly, put her hands on the table, and looked at her patiently. "What happened?"

Holding her head down, a shy expression was evident on the flushed face.

There was a sudden embarrassment in his heart, and a vague sense of badness floated.

"What the **** happened? Someone bullied you?"

"No!" She quickly shook her head, afraid that her brother would rush out to find someone else to trouble, and then pursed his lips, took a letter from his pocket, handed it to him, and whispered, "I actually ... This one."

Tong Yishao's pupils suddenly tightened, and blue muscles burst out of his outstretched hand. He tried to suppress the urge to immediately tear up the gadget in his heart, and slowly accepted the letter. After taking a deep breath, he maintained a normal tone: "Who gave it to you?"

"A senior named Lu Kong." She replied softly.

It was so sudden that Yi Ti was frightened. After much thought, she decided to ask her brother for help.

Wu Yishao shoved the letter into his trouser pocket, touched her head, and said gently: "It's okay, brother will help you handle it, rest assured."

"Hmm!" I was assured by a reliable brother, and Yi Ti was relieved instantly, with a relieved expression, "Great."

"Okay, do your own thing, I'll cook."

"Hmm." Yi Ti nodded and turned to do her own thing.

Wu Yishao stared at her carefree back, her eyes gradually sinking, as if she had devoured the last night of light.

Land and air?

Must be disposed of.

But, what if we dispose of it?

I have to say that this incident gave Yi Shao a great sense of crisis. As she grows older, as Xiaoti changes from a child to a "girl", more and more people notice her. This time, she can calmly leave things to him. What about next time?

Maybe someone didn't know about it, someone picked the flower that was going to be budded first.

This kind of thing ...

unbearable!

He seems to have to do it, and can't put it off any longer.

Once he has truly made up his mind, his actions will naturally be quick.

The next day, he had dealt with the unlucky child named Lu Kong, and successfully prevented him from appearing in the sight of their brother and sister's house again. And this weekend, Xiao Ti found a document in the study as he expected.

An adoption document.

As he thought, she was hit hard.

He thought she would rush out to ask the truth, but she didn't expect that she could hold back. She didn't say anything, but she showed her unwillingness from time to time. The unexpected situation made him a little uneasy. Fortunately, before going to sleep at night, she suddenly called him and asked such a question.

"Brother!"

"what?"

"If, if ... I am not your sister, will you be nice to me?"

He sighed secretly, but his face was surprised and even a little nervous: "Why do you ask this?"

"I ..." She was trying to say something, but she saw "clue" in his face, "Brother you already knew? I am not your sister ..."

"... Titty."

She stepped back two steps, her face pale: "... It turned out that I alone didn't know about this."

He looked at her with pain in his heart. Because of this, he was unable to make up his mind. All the previous thoughts were left behind at this moment. He stepped forward and hugged her in his arms: "Don't be sad, Xiaoti, don't be sad ... sorry."

"When did you know?"

"... when I was eight, I got up at night and overheard my parents talking."

那么 "So early?" She raised her head suddenly, her eyes filled with tears being surprised, "Why didn't you tell me ..."

He bowed his head and looked at her: "I'm afraid you're sad."

He didn't lie.

He was really afraid of her sadness.

If it wasn't for having a different idea for her, he would have wanted to hide it for a lifetime.

"..."

Feeling this tenderness, she finally returned to the arms of her loved ones like a wronged child, and cried thoroughly.

He tried everything to comfort her, trying to heal all her pain, and after a long time, the crying stopped. He lifted her face with one hand, caressed her somewhat swollen eyes distressedly, resisted the urge to kiss all the teardrops, kissed her forehead, and said softly, "Would you like to sleep? , Nothing will happen. "

"... Um." She nodded, but clasped the clothes on his chest tightly, looked at him imploringly, "Brother, would you sleep with me like a kid?" She knew that, of course. Not good, but this time, only today, she wanted to be determined in such a childish way, even if there is no blood relationship, they are still inseparable brothers and sisters.

"..." God, this "punishment" may have come too quickly and too violently.

She looked at his hesitant look, his eyes dimmed a little, and she let go of her hand gently, "I'm going to sleep."

He looked at her, sighed, and bent down and hugged her: "I only accompany you to sleep."

"Ok!"

Alas, after many years of rest, he was lying on Xiaoti's bed again, at her invitation-although she just wanted to be comforted and determined, nothing else.

Like a child, she took the lead in crawling into the bed, then opened the quilt on one side, and looked at him expectantly.

Yi Yishao only felt that his throat was dry, and he didn't have to look at it quickly. He crawled up gently with one hand, lying on her side with her head on one side, covered her with a quilt, and patted her head. "Sleep."

"Um." She nodded, but came up, one hand tightly around his waist, buried his head in his chest, and put his other hand on his waist.

Qi Yishao took a breath, and the blue tendons of both hands burst out at the same time. It took a long time to slow down a little, and there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

Retribution, this is really real retribution.

Wu Mingming wants to do everything but can't do anything. This taste is really terrible.

即便 But even so, she can't live up to the trust she gave at this moment.

Thinking of this, his eyes were a little complicated, and the hand holding her waist gently stroked her back, including all his apologies.

Xiao Xiaoti, I'm sorry.

This "torture" didn't last long, because she fell asleep quickly, but he didn't want to leave. For many years, I have never enjoyed this treatment again. Her breath, sleeping face and body were all within easy reach, and she could easily touch them.

But I ca n’t stay anymore.

Wouldn't be great ...

He lifted his head, thought about her bangs gently, and branded an extra soft kiss on the smooth forehead.

"Little Ti, good night, have a good dream."

There is nothing that time can't take away, so as time goes by, she gradually returns to normal, as if she has forgotten the "secret" she found before.

But Yi Shao knew that it was just "as if", she could never forget.

他 And he can finally start to take action. It wasn't something that was obvious to the extreme, but a little bit, and put the feelings that entangled in my heart into daily life. In other words, it was a very secretive temptation to seduce her step by step to the trap he had set up. And despicable, he was standing under the trap, waiting for her to come. That's right, he had fallen into it before digging the pit.

At first she didn't seem to be different from before, but gradually ...

"What's a smirk?" He passed the sofa, grasping her little foot, who was kicking wildly, and stroking her fingers gently.

She was originally lying on the sofa and watching TV. She suddenly laughed even harder and rolled on it: "Hahaha ... let go of my brother ... hahaha ... itchy ..."

松开 He released his hand, sat in the position she gave up, and handed her an apple: "Here."

Yun Yi Ti was about to take over, and suddenly noticed that because of the move just now, the nightdress was actually opened, exposing the smooth thighs and a small piece of close-fitting fabric. Immediately she blushed, pulled down her skirt, and looked carefully at the teenager beside her, but found that he was watching the TV intently, as if she had not noticed it at all, and was relieved.

At this moment, he turned his head and raised the apple in his hand: "Don't you eat?"

"... Eat." She took the apple, bit her mouth, and frowned slightly. "A little hard." She prefers to eat a bit more noodles.

"Are you there?" He came over, biting it very naturally at the place she had just eaten, "It seems a bit, then this one for you." He passed himself a bite of apple, "This is noodles."

"..." She looked at the apple in her hand, and then looked at the apple in his hand. Finally, her eyes fell on his lips. The face that had already improved slightly turned red again, as if it had become the third. apple.

"What's wrong?" There was a bubble of joy in his heart, but a doubtful expression on his face, "No?"

"No, don't." She held her knees and didn't over her head, "Don't eat."

He smiled and patted her head: "Don't play with the temper of a child."

"I'm not a kid!" She turned her head, glared at him, then jumped off the sofa and left.

In fact, she didn't even know what she was angry at, but just felt that the "little child" emerging from his mouth was piercing, as if for no reason ... just a generation younger than him.

She hates this feeling!