My Sister is Very Obsessive

When I called my sister's phone, the voice from there really made me blushed and my ears were red...

"Ah...Qianqian, don't, don't, I'm not coming..."

"Humph, just play if you want, stop if you want, I haven't had enough yet..."

"No, no, Qianqian, I really can't do it anymore, my brother is calling, please let me answer the phone first..."

"You pick up yours, I'll play mine, it doesn't matter."

"No, no, ah, you hurt me."

"Why are you two so big? You won't be rubbed by your brother often at home."

"Don't kiss there, don't kiss anymore, my brother hasn't kissed yet."

"Then I want to kiss even more. In this case, your brother can only kiss me."

"Qianqian, why are you so bad?"

I stood outside the iron fence of the dormitory building, raised my head slightly, looked at a certain floor of the girls' dormitory building, and listened to the voices of the two girls playing on the phone, I was speechless.

"Trouble... Can you not answer the phone when you guys are playing?"

"Yeah, my phone was accidentally connected." This was the surprised voice of my sister.

"What!" This was the shocked voice of the Xueba girl, "Well, doesn't that mean that you, your brother, have heard it."

"Well, I heard you all."

"Ah—Shen Yan, I'm going to kill you!"

"I'm not playing with you anymore, I'm going to find my brother."

My sister was yelling on the phone, and then I heard the sound of running and slamming the door.

I hung up the phone speechlessly, and then stood outside the fence, looking at the door of the dormitory building with a gentle gaze and a smile, waiting for that beautiful shadow to appear.

She will open her arms, like a swallow returning to her nest, and throw herself into my arms.

I'm ready, ready to meet the "Nursing Swallow" who embraces me.

The figure of my elder sister appeared at the door of the girls' dormitory building. She was wearing the white suspender dress that she usually wears on weekdays, holding a pink storage box in her arms. When she saw me, she rushed over without thinking.

I quickly opened my arms and firmly placed her in my arms, wrapped my arms around her slender waist, and turned around in a circle before dropping her to the ground with satisfaction.

"It's so comfortable, I want it." My sister obviously likes to be wrapped around my waist, like a groom wrapping his arms around his bride.

"No, no." I continued to hold my sister's little waist with one hand, and the other hand on my forehead, looking a little 'wilted'.

In the past, I always saw the male protagonist holding the female protagonist spinning in place on TV, and I thought this action was very beautiful and romantic, but when I actually did it, I realized that behind this beautiful and romantic, hidden is... dizziness .

"But I really want it!" My sister pressed her face against my chest, looking up at me with anticipation, "Is it okay for one last time."

"Oh, I really can't do anything about you." I was speechless, but I still wrapped my arms around her slender waist and turned around again.

Reading some chicken soup articles, I always say that learning to refuse properly is an expression of loving myself, but it is really difficult for me to refuse my sister's request.

"It's not as comfortable as last time." My sister turned her head in my arms. Although she said that she was not as comfortable as the first time, she was still very happy.

"I'm dizzy." I patted my forehead lightly, feeling that the surrounding scenery was slightly rotated and tilted.

"No way, you'll get dizzy after turning two laps?" The elder sister looked a little surprised, "Brother, why are you so vain!"

"I…"

At this moment, I looked at her and didn't know what to say.

Seeing my speechless and helpless expression, she leaned back and forth proudly.

I didn't say anything, just smiled and gently stroked her slightly messy hair, gently pulled the pajama suspenders on her round and tender shoulders, and tidied up her slightly wrinkled nightgown skirt. , and then moved her fingers to her very delicate collarbone, stroking gently,

"I saw on the Internet that some people's collarbones can raise goldfish, but I guess yours can't."

"Why!" My sister opened her innocent eyes and looked at me, "By the way, how do you keep goldfish in your collarbone?"

My fingers gently scratched in the dimple of her collarbone, my sister giggled and smiled,

"Brother, it's so itchy."

I smiled softly and looked at her softly, "I just put water in it and put a goldfish in it to keep it."

"Ah," my sister looked a little surprised, "there's such an operation!" After speaking, she touched her collarbone again, and smiled happily at me, "Mine can also be filled with water."

I shook my head, "You can't do it."

"Why!" My sister touched her collarbone, "I think it's okay!"

I squeezed her arm gently, softly, "You have too much flesh, the concave at the collarbone is too shallow."

"I'm going to hit you," my sister pinched my arm. "Don't say I'm fat, I'm not fat."

"How can I say you are fat!" I smiled and rubbed her forehead.

"You said that I have a lot of meat!" My sister pouted, "Isn't a lot of meat fat, so, you are not allowed to say that to me, and you are not allowed to dislike me, or I will not eat."

"Who told you that if you have more flesh, you are fat!" I gently pinched the tip of her delicate little nose and shook it, "You are plump, I just like a girl like you, soft in my arms. , you can still be a warm baby in winter."

"Warm baby!" My sister looked up at me with a look of excitement, "After that, it's winter, so I'll keep you warm every day, okay? I'll keep you warm during the day and at night."

"Of course!" I smiled, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I can't leave you more and more."

"I can't live without you for a long time," my sister put her chin on my shoulder, "the year I parted with you, I dreamed of you every night in my dreams, and I thought that time passed so slowly, why? It’s not a holiday yet, hurry up and take a holiday. After the holiday, I can go back, I can see my brother, I can act like a spoiled child with him, and seeing his helpless expression, I can accept his care with peace of mind, get up in the morning and talk to him. Hug him, hug him at noon, and sleep with him at night…”

I listened to my sister's whispering in my ear, and my whole body was immersed in an indescribable sweet happiness. I involuntarily clenched the arms around her waist and buried my face in hers. In her hair, she took a deep breath of her scent.

It's really fragrant...

She put her pillow on my shoulder and kept talking for a long time until she was tired of talking, and she bit my earlobe while blowing gently.

It's really comfortable, that kind of warm, moist, and soft, so I couldn't help but gently whisper in her ear,

"Let's go to the back of the tree, shall we?"

"Um!"

A deep, nasal response entered my ears.