After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 69
Ten o'clock at night.

The rain outside the window weakened, the torrential rain turned to heavy rain, and the wind was also a little weaker.

But thunder flashes from time to time, which is still a little scary.

For safety reasons, no one will repair the cables at this point in time. We can only wait until tomorrow, and there should be no electricity tonight.

An Ting's physical fitness is hard enough, there is no hot water, so he took a cold shower and changed into a sleeveless vest, shorts, and slippers.

Although Song Ci is in good health, she is a girl after all. She only wipes her body with cold water, does not wash her hair, wears a T-shirt + trousers, and a pair of small slippers.

There is no electricity, and the hair dryer cannot be used. Girls with normal long hair will not choose to wash their hair at night.

Logically speaking, at this point, the two of them should go back to their respective rooms.

But there was only half a candle left.

In the process of taking a bath, the flashlight Sang has been burned out.

And half a stick of candle sauce.

An Ting saw Song Ci sitting on the sofa looking restless, sighed softly, went back to the room, took out a bamboo mat, took out a pillow and a thin quilt, and lay down directly.

A set of operations, smooth and smooth.

Seeing this, Song Ci didn't know why, and said, "What are you doing?"

An Ting returned to his usual sluggish appearance, and said calmly: "The room is too hot, I can't sleep at all, I'd better lay the floor in the living room, it's cooler here."

Although it is July day.

But... In fact, this statement is very far-fetched. Due to the typhoon, it is definitely not hot today.

Song Ci half-understood, glanced at one-third of the candles on the table, took advantage of the situation, and said, "Coincidentally, I'm also afraid of heat, so I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

She is not afraid of heat, but afraid of the dark.

The flashlight was dead, the cell phone was dead, and the candles were almost gone. It was too difficult for her to survive the endless night alone.

The best option is to spend the night in the living room.

Both of them have just graduated from junior high school, and they don't have the habit of staying up late. 11:30 is already a relatively late sleep time.

An Ting and Nai Te were lying on the bamboo mat in the living room, while Song Ci was on the sofa a few meters away. In such a peaceful environment, there were some discordant voices.

Not grunting, just tossing and turning on the couch.

Song Ci is not used to sleeping on the sofa. She is an insecure person, and the quality of sleep is not particularly good. She can only sleep soundly on the bed she is familiar with, especially not suitable for semi-open places like the living room.

An Ting couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Song Ci, do you want to come down and sleep together?"

"what…!?"

Song Ci immediately imagined the scene of accidentally touching her lips just now, and she didn't want to get too close to this boy.

"You turn around and make so many noises, how can I sleep?" An Ting complained, "Come down, at least there is enough room for you to turn around."

Song Ci retorted: "I can't believe you."

It was once said that Song Ci has developed a certain sense of trust in Anting, but there is a limit to everything, and sleeping on the same mat obviously exceeds this limit.

"Stupid, if I want to do something to you, you died a few months ago, can you still talk to me by candlelight here?"

These two have lived together for such a long time, if An Ting had thought that way, Song Ci would have been wiped out long ago.

Song Ci is still a little tangled, the mat should be more comfortable than the sofa, at least there will be a lot more room to turn around, but...

An Ting added: "It's okay, Nai Te is between us...and..."

"What else?"

"Song Ci, I hope you can trust me a little more. You are right. I may not be a good boy, but I am your family..."

One thing must be clear.

An Ting has never thought of being a good person, a good man, a great benevolent person, or a saint. Once reborn, his goal is always ordinary people, even the little villains who help relatives and don't help them.

In his eyes, the highest priority is always only relatives and friends.

Finding a girlfriend one day might not be as important as Song Ci.

Didn't we agree on the first day - get along in the name of family.

This sentence made Song Ci let down his guard.

She tiptoed down with the pillow and quilt in her arms, and lay down at a distance of [-] to [-] centimeters from Anting. She originally thought that there was a nurse in the middle, and it didn't matter.

Unexpectedly, this guy just stood up and ran to the corner of the mat.

So ever.

Anting and Song Ci are so close.

Song Ci was stupid, she was very polite and educated, looked at Nai Te who was curled up in the corner, and couldn't help cursing: "Dog thing..."

"puff…"

An Ting was amused by her, not long ago he didn't allow himself to scold the dog, but now he scolds him so vigorously.

This girl... is always very serious, but once there are other reactions, the contrast is cute, very cute.

It's not Wen Chuli's pretentious and contrived attitude, but a natural contrast.

Hearing An Ting's smile, Song Ci snorted lightly, but it didn't take long before she realized that she was too close to him, so she turned sideways, turned her back to the boy, and avoided looking at him.

The mat is not small, it is the size of a double bed, 2.2×2.5 in size, more than enough for two people and a dog to lie here, but girls, especially long-haired girls, always mess up their hair when they lie down.

A few strands of restless hair will run to Anting.

Even though I haven't washed my hair, there is still a scent.

An Ting didn't care, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

What he didn't expect was that he was a little unaccustomed to it, as if he hadn't slept with anyone for a long time.

In his previous life, after his father, Gao Fei, and Zhu Jiajun passed away successively, and with the unfinished demolition of Bauhinia Street, he was used to Dugu; now, he is not used to suddenly arranging a beautiful girl or something.

Just as An Ting closed his eyes and fell asleep, Song Ci's voice suddenly came from beside him, which seemed a little gentle against the sound of rain hitting the window and the thunder flash.

"Anting...Anting...are you asleep?"

An Ting originally wanted to pretend to be asleep to scare her, but then remembered that this girl was timid, she didn't open her eyes, she just opened her mouth and said, "No..."

"Can't you sleep?"

At this moment, Song Ci had already turned around, facing Anting, staring eyes eagerly in the darkness.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Oh..." Song Ci was in a calm state of mind this time, and she did say some nonsense.

Without hesitation, An Ting said naturally, "It's been a long time since I slept with a girl, I'm not used to it."

"Scumbag..."

What does it mean to not sleep with a girl for a long time...

In fact, An Ting's body has never slept with anyone; that sentence is completely from the perspective of his previous life. After everyone left, he entered a long period of sage mode.

An Ting realized that he had lost his mind and accidentally confused his past life with his present life.

He originally wanted to explain, but he hadn't tried this body yet. After thinking about it carefully, he still didn't explain it. What's the point of explaining it?

He chuckled and joked, "Hearing what you said, I'm a little bit craving sugar cane again."

"I know how to eat and eat."

"I can not only eat, but also pull~"

At this moment, An Ting opened his eyes, turned around, and faced Song Ci, and the two of them just looked at each other, just like the scene where they accidentally kissed just now, but the distance was a little further.

"Vulgar!" Song Ci really hated this guy.

An Ting shrugged and said, "It's human nature."

And this time.

The last candle came to an end, and the two just stared at each other, like people living in Utopia under the candlelight, an ideal land far away from everything.

Song Ci's breathing was louder than expected.

An Ting asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Ci was a little embarrassed, and said, "No, it's just a little stuffy, and I can't breathe freely."

Due to weather problems, there is only a gap in the window, and the air is not particularly circulated. In addition, Song Ci, an idiot, is wearing long pants + socks, and there should be a hood inside.

It will definitely be boring.

"Put on some cooler clothes, the candles will be extinguished soon, and we won't see anything." An Ting made a small suggestion.

Song Ci thought about it, sat up straight silently, and slowly took off the socks on her feet in front of An Ting, exposing her feet. She always thought that the words "yuzu" were exaggerated in literature, but she didn't expect that there would be feet like jade in real life.

Then, Song Ci took the last bit of candlelight, entered the room, did not close the door, but said: "No peeking!"

"Good good."

About 3 minutes later, Song Ci came out of the room wearing a pure white vest, shorts, bare feet, and a hair bun.

No matter whether An Ting admits it or not, at least he is dumbfounded at this moment.

I have known Song Ci for many years, and this seems to be the first time I have seen this person wearing shorts.

And then... less than ten seconds of appreciation.

Pull the brakes!

The last candles were gone.

Song Ci lay back on the bamboo mat again, "It's much more comfortable."

"Why don't you usually see you dressed like this?"

"Stupid, I used to live in a commercial house. On extremely hot days, I would not turn on the air conditioner in order to save electricity bills. I would wear it like this occasionally. After all, it doesn't matter if I'm alone at home; it's just that I didn't wear it after I moved here."

"Hey... the most basic trust between people!?"

Isn't this sentence aimed at himself? An Ting is not stupid, so he must have heard the implication.

Song Ci had a rare brisk tone, and said, "Slightly~"

After a while, Song Ci became more serious and said, "To tell the truth, you can't act like a couple just by wearing a couple outfit, and you can't really be a family member just by calling yourself a family member. I admit that my trust in you is increasing, but I still have a certain degree of caution."

It has only been a few months since the [-]-day swearing-in meeting.

Not long ago I was still confessing, how could I really be a family member?

Song Ci is a rationalist, she is not so easily led by the nose.

An Ting didn't complain about this, and she understood her quite well.

The next second, Song Ci said something that surprised the young man. She said, "Not only to guard against you, but also to guard against myself..."

"Warning yourself?"

(End of this chapter)