After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 308 The dangerous things in my heart
Tick.

A drop of water fell on the corner of the boy's lips.

For a moment, both of them were silent, staring at each other.

Song Ci felt guilty and ashamed. She always felt that she had spilled foot-washing water on the boy's mouth, even though it was only a drop - God, how perverted.

I obviously felt very perverted, but I was secretly happy.

It feels so good to trample on Anting.

Anting recovered from his shock and quickly wiped the water droplets from the corner of his mouth. He didn't drink it, but it just stayed on the corner of his lips.

There was no disgust in my heart, I was even a little excited.

Finally, I can understand the psychology of those who comment in film and television works - those who see beautiful girls taking a bath or using water, and blindly shout, "Spin it in my mouth", "One mouthful for each person, no one is allowed to steal it" people.

The reality may not be that exaggerated, but the approximate idea exists.

"An Ting, I'm sorry."

Song Ci didn't know what the boy was thinking. At times like this, no matter how familiar he was, he should still apologize.

Unexpectedly.

At this time, Anting did not flinch and boldly stated his XP system, "It doesn't matter, I am foot control."

"abnormal…"

While muttering, Song Ci had already pasted up a couplet. When going down the stairs, it would be a lot more interesting to play a common plot of a youth romantic comedy, such as slipping and falling.

It's a pity that Song Ci would not make such a stupid mistake.

It's stabilized.

"It's the other side's turn."

As he spoke, Anting prepared to move the ladder to the other side of the door and repeated his old trick, asking Song Ci to go up and paste the couplets while he held the ladder below.

however.

When Anting was about to move the ladder, Song Ci suddenly shouted to stop, with a malicious arc at the corner of his mouth, a rare moment of sinisterness, and said: "It seems a bit boring, I want to try something else."

Winter cleaning is boring and painful.

It is reasonable to enjoy the joy of suffering.

"What do you mean? Our roles are reversed. You hold the ladder at the bottom, I paste the couplets on the top, and then I drip water on your face."

Upon hearing this, Song Ci really thought about it, an angry symbol appeared on his forehead, put on a disgusted expression, and said fiercely: "Do you want to sleep in the doghouse tonight?"

"Don't dare..."

Whoever married this guy must be a strict henpecker.

"Hmph~" After a slight snort, Song Ci expressed his true thoughts, "I want to... ride a pony."

"Pony riding?"

With a hint of shyness, Song Ci added: "Well, I just sit on your neck and stick couplets on it."

In the past, Qiao Liang had ridden on the boy's neck while picking up takeaways at school; Song Ci also had the opportunity at that time, but she refused. She was reserved and introverted and couldn't do that kind of thing.

Now, she wants to give it a try.

Anting couldn't help complaining: "Song Ci, you are getting more and more playful..."

"I want you to take care of it! Do you agree with one word?!"

"Okay, okay, willful little sister."

Anting didn't mind playing with her, so he obediently knelt down and let the long, straight black girl sit on her.

Seeing the boy squatting down, Song Ci spread his legs and rode up. In the vague memory, he used to ride on his father's neck like this when he was a child. Now he was riding on the boy's neck, half excited and half nervous.

"I'm going to stand up straight, you clamp down."

"Ah."

While speaking, Anting really felt his neck being clamped.

In fact... in the middle of winter, even though Song Ci pushed his pants up to his knees, the parts that were close to the boy's neck were insulated by fabric. It was still relatively cold-resistant fabric, with an average touch and no skin-to-skin contact as expected.

But... I still feel a little distracted.

Compared with Qiao Liang, the biggest difference is that there is no weight on the top of the head.

That's it.

As the boy stood up, Song Ci's height increased, his field of vision became much wider, his eyes brightened, and even the air became much gentler, and he could breathe air above two meters high.

Play for fun, make fun for fun, don’t forget the serious things.

Anting passed the couplets up to her hand and walked to the wall where the couplets needed to be posted.

After finally riding Anting's neck, Song Ci couldn't just ride it and watch the scenery for a while.

She could easily aim at the position of the couplet, but she still gave random instructions: "A little to the left... Well, no, no, no, it's the right..."

When she says left, her left leg tightens a little.

When she said right, her right leg would tighten a little more.

Remote control, voice control...see a lot.

Leg control is still very rare.

When Song Ci got excited about playing, Anting couldn't help but raise his head, cast a resentful look at the other party, and said, "Miss Song Ci, do you think I'm a fool?"

He's not stupid, how could he not see through that the other party was playing a trick on him! ?

"Pfft, cluck, cluck..."

Song Ci wanted to pretend to be cold, but couldn't help it.

"Okay, if you like playing tricks on me so much, then I'll tease you too and take you on a parade to see who is more embarrassed."

"No, no, no, let me down."

When playing with Anting in private, Song Ci's psychological burden was very small; in public, she still wanted to maintain a perfect image.

"Don't come down!" After a while of fussing, they finally finished posting the couplets.

……

The follow-up is very busy.

First, I cleaned An's house on Zijing Street, and then went to the commercial housing in my hometown community.

Finally, I went to the rental building.

An's father bought two huge pots of New Year's oranges and placed them at the door of the rental building. He asked An Ting to collect the goods and post couplets by the way. Well... rental buildings also have to post couplets. Rural people pay attention to meaning and safe entry and exit.

By the time the cleaning was over, the sun was already setting.

In fact, it was only 05:30, mainly because winter dusk comes early and nightfall comes early.

There is one last task left - giving Natter a bath.

Since both mother and daughter of the Song family have mild mysophobia, Naite takes a bath once a week.

Seeing that Song Ci couldn't bear it any longer, Anting showed a gentle smile and said, "You go back and take a nap. I'll give Natter a bath and then make dinner. I'll wake you up after dinner."

"Oh…"

Song Ci was sleepy. She didn't sleep in very much in the morning. Even if it was a holiday, she still got up early. She usually caught up on her sleep at noon or in the afternoon. Today she was cleaning the house and didn't sleep.

Once you reach this point, you will easily feel sleepy.

After saying that, Song Ci rubbed his eyes and went upstairs.

As soon as he stepped on the stairs, Song Ci got excited and suddenly sneezed, "Hey~"

A very cute sound.

Anting squinted his eyes and smiled teasingly, "You must have caught a cold, you idiot?"

Hearing this, Song Ci blushed a little, frowned, sniffed, looked at Anting with disgust, and said, "No! It's just a little bit of human body reaction caused by the temperature difference."

After saying these words, Song Ci went upstairs in a daze.

Anting didn't take this sneeze to heart, so he decided to deal with Naite first.

Bathing a large dog in winter is not an easy task. You must first go to the bathroom on the second floor, fill a basin of hot water, and then neutralize it with cold water to adjust the temperature.

When Anting finished adjusting the water temperature, Xiaohui and Xiaoya, who were both on Bauhinia Street, ran over.

Ok.

An's home is actually located on Bauhinia Street.

An alley, to put it bluntly, is facing the street.

The two primary school students liked Naite very much. When they saw Anting giving Naite a bath, they started to do it without caring about the cold weather. Naite was very docile and basically did not resist.

Xiaohui looked around and asked curiously: "Where is Sister Song Ci?"

"Well, I went up to take a nap. She is a pig."

"You are not allowed to say that about Sister Song Ci!"

Anting was a little surprised. He didn't expect the primary school student named Xiaohui to react so strongly. Xiaoya on the side put her mouth to Anting's ear and whispered: "Xiaohui likes sister Song Ci."

Hearing this, Anting couldn't help but slap the guy on the head with a black line on his forehead and said: "No way!"

Anting is not surprised that others like Song Ci. The latter itself is a super popular Balance sect, excellent to the core, and has the style of a heroine.

It's impossible to keep describing how outstanding Song Ci is, but in the end no one likes her.

In theory, everyone likes Song Ci.

Mainly because I feel helpless that primary school students are so precocious.

"Ah...why are you hitting me?! Is it possible that you also like Sister Song Ci?"

"Well, yes." Taking advantage of Song Ci's absence, Antingtian said shamelessly.

"555~How can this be like this? You are siblings, you will not be happy!" Xiaohui was so angry that Anting ran away. While running, he forced Lai Lai.

Tears ran.

Seeing her brother run away in anger, Xiaoya followed him.

Looking at the backs of the two primary school students, Anting smiled happily. It was indeed fun to bully the primary school students.

Anyway.

With the help of the two little ghosts, Anting finally washed and dried the milk.

Followed by.

When Anting washes his hands, it’s time to cook.

Before entering the kitchen, Anting called his father.

Those two people just went to the hospital for a physical check-up. They were not going far away. They might go home for dinner. Just in case, they still had to ask.

The call was connected quickly.

"Hey, Dad, how is Aunt Song doing?"

"Well, there's no problem, it's fine..."

"That's good." At this point, Anting paused and continued: "I'm going to make dinner now. When will you go home? Do you want to cook all your dinner?"

Dad replied: "No, your Aunt Song and I shouldn't go home tonight. Your Aunt Song is on Spring Festival holiday. I just happened to take her out to play and go home tomorrow."

"Eh…"

Since my father has said so, it is not easy for Anting, a son, to ask questions.

In this way, only myself and Song Ci were at home tonight.

Anting had to admit one thing - as he gradually analyzed his own heart, being alone with Song Ci became a somewhat dangerous thing.

She seems to be something dangerous inside me.

"Well... I'm thinking too much, let's cook first."

(End of this chapter)