After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 382 Good brother and good sister

The moment the water splash dispersed, the young man was truly dumbfounded by the scene he saw.

The white bath towel gradually stretches out on the water, perfectly revealing the body.

Anting knew immediately that the towel was loosened, but he still dared to step forward. That was because in his expectation, the girl with long black hair and straight hair should still have underwear under the towel.

however.

In reality, this is not the case.

No.

naked.

Anting remained sluggish, staring at each other intently.

"Yeah~!"

With a scream, Song Ci stabilized her body, folded her arms and huddled in the corner.

"Don't watch!!!"

"Forehead…"

At this moment... Anting finally came to his senses, turned around quickly, and said in a complicated tone: "It's not... you... you are actually empty?!"

It was a mixed bath after all.

Even a boy in Anting is wearing underwear, but you, a girl, are naked.

Under such circumstances, Anting actually spent twenty minutes in the pool with the other party.

Song Ci didn't want to be misunderstood as a strange girl, her pretty face turned red, and she quickly explained: "No, it's not like that. I didn't bring enough change of clothes, so that's why I acted like this! I didn't intend to be discovered by you!"

Two days and one night hot spring trip.

in fact.

According to the plan, we will take a dip today and go home after lunch tomorrow.

Song Ci just prepared an extra set of underwear, thinking that if this set got wet again, it might not be dry tomorrow, so she simply went into battle secretly.

If he hadn't fallen down just now, he wouldn't have been discovered at all.

The young man figured out the context of the matter, kept turning around, and said awkwardly: "Okay, okay, I understand. You quickly put on a bath towel."

"Really don't turn around! I'll kill you with one look!"

Hearing the vicious voice of the girl with long black hair, Anting smiled bitterly and said: "Well..."

After about ten seconds.

After getting Song Ci's permission, the young man turned around and saw the wet Song Ci. He had promised not to get his hair wet, but the fall still made it soaked.

then.

The two of them left the hot spring area together with subtle feelings and returned to the room.

Still pretty embarrassing.

Such an ambiguous and charming scene happened just now, and now they have to live in the same room.

Song Ci had already changed into dry clothes and a set of short pajamas. She stood in front of the full-length mirror and kept wiping her hair with a towel.

You can't sleep with wet hair.

Anting was lying on the bed, watching the Spring Festival Gala video. He didn't like watching it, he just felt it was too quiet and was not good. He looked at the time again, it was one-fifty in the morning.

After thinking for a while, the boy took out a hair dryer from the bedside table and said proactively: "Hey, there is a hair dryer here. Don't wipe it. Use this."

"Oh, so the hair dryer is hidden there."

I originally wanted a hair dryer, but I couldn't find it. I called the front desk for service but no one answered.

While walking forward quickly, Song Ci shook his hands. This was a very common stretching action. Boys could never understand how troublesome it is for girls with long hair to blow-dry their hair.

Just wiping my hair for so long made my hand joints sore.

Capturing this detail, when handing over the hair dryer, Anting suddenly said: "Would you like... let me dry your hair?"

"hold head high?"

"I see your hands are sore. Didn't you often do this before?" Anting said with a smile.

and.

It's past one o'clock in the morning, the noise of the hair dryer is so loud, the teenagers under the same roof are doing nothing, and the sound of the TV can't be heard clearly, so I might as well help.

Song Ci thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed.

"it is good."

When I was in the third grade of junior high school and high school, this person would often blow dry my hair on the rooftop of Anjia Street on Bauhinia Street in the small town.

I didn’t expect that the university would only be apart for one semester, and it always felt so far away.

The girl with long black hair originally wanted to sit on a chair and let the boy sit on the bed behind her, blowing her hair in such a reasonable position.

Unexpectedly.

Anting was more thoughtful and said directly: "Lie down."

"Ah."

It should be rejected. By some strange coincidence, I agreed.

The posture doesn't need to be too complicated. To put it bluntly, it's a boy's version of a knee pillow. A straight black girl in short-sleeved shorts is lying on the boy's lap, and her black silk stockings are scattered on the bed.

Anting is a man. He doesn't put his legs to the side like a girl, but has a straight face.

The advantage is that the boy's thighs are thick enough, even if the girl's head is only placed on one of the legs, there is still enough space.

soon.

Anting turned on the hair dryer. The quality of the hotel's hair dryer was not very good. The wind power and temperature were not enough, so it could only be blown slowly.

The long, straight black girl's face was facing the boy's face in the front, and the starry night sky on the side. It was obvious that the latter was more vast and boundless, but she couldn't help but look up at the boy.

"The technique is so skillful..."

The distance and intensity are controlled just right without overheating or dragging your hair.

Hearing Song Ci's praise, Anting rolled his eyes and said, "Look at who I've been drying hair for. You didn't train it."

"Ah."

"By the way...you don't have air bangs now, but three-quarters." Anting looked at Song Ci through the bangs that looked like cockroach whiskers.

"Well, air bangs are too childish, so I feel like a sister."

When Anting mentioned the word sister, he would naturally think of the child in Aunt Song's belly, "She will be born in two months, right?"

"Well, now we really become brothers and sisters... But, Anting, you seem to take it very seriously."

Song Ci naturally attaches great importance to the child in her mother's belly, but the boy in front of her obviously pays more attention to it than herself.

Anting thought for a while and replied with a complicated tone: "Well... there are some special reasons."

"Can I ask more?"

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Farewell, I don't know how to answer you."

Rebirth is subtle.

In the previous life, due to Anting's opposition, Aunt Song and Dad An did not get married, let alone this life;
  In this life, with Anting's consent, the two got married for the second time, giving them a new life.

To a certain extent, Anting gave this life the inducement to be born.

I think back then, when Anting avoided Gao Fei's death, he didn't feel this way. He was reborn when he was 15 years old, and Gao Fei left when he was 18. Two years had passed by then, so it wasn't that intuitive, and the lag was too strong; now , seeing the birth of a new life with my own eyes, I really felt a sense of trance.

It turns out that the reborn can really determine life and death.

Whether it's intentional or not.

A little touched, but also a little scared.

When I create life, am I hurting other people?
  Seeing that Anting was a little distracted, Song Ci suddenly said with emotion: "Sometimes, I find that I don't understand Anting that well. Maybe I am the one who realizes it later."

Song Ci hated this feeling, the feeling of not understanding the boy but being clearly seen by him.

This information gap troubled her greatly.

It has always been said that Song Ci has mysophobia, not only physical mysophobia, but also psychological mysophobia. The latter should be much more serious than the former.

Sometimes, she really wants to see Guang Anting, not only the body, but also the soul.

This is true spiritual mysophobia.

Anting smiled calmly and said: "It doesn't matter, you still have a lot of time in the rest of your life, you can slowly get to know me."

"Well, although you are not a good brother, you will be a good brother."

Anting nodded and said sincerely: "I will make that child become the happiest being in the world."

"I think so too."

"why?"

"I am not a person without self-awareness. I know that I may seem perfect, but in fact my personality is very distorted, giving people a sense of over-correction. Because I experienced bad things when I was a child, I hope this child will not be like me... "

"let's work hard together!"

"it is good."

At 15:[-] in the morning, Song Ci's hair was completely blow-dried. It was late and it was time to rest. She would go hiking tomorrow morning and go home after lunch.

This is a double room with two beds.

Before going to bed, Song Ci also made a very cute little move. When Anting wasn't paying attention, she opened the bed and took a timid glance inside.

Although he was avoiding Anting, Anting still captured this detail through the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Not tense.

"Hahaha... don't worry, there is no coconut milk in it."

He immediately understood the girl's intention. In fact, he had just finished watching "The Grudge" and was frightened by a scene in it, which was the scene where Kayako appeared in the bed.

Song Ci blushed, turned around, looked back, and retorted: "I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm just afraid that Song Yuxun will tease me!"

"Yes, yes." After a brief moment of helplessness, Anting moved the bedside table away, put the two beds together, and said, "This is fine."

Although we didn't sleep in the same bed, it was fine this way.

Song Ci felt warm in her heart and said with a slight smile: "Oh..."

(End of this chapter)