MTL - My Sister is Very Obsessive-Chapter 1 : My sister is very younger

If life can choose, I hope... can live like this...

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The cobweb-like cracks are filled with the dark and gloomy sky. In the black and white style world, the twisted metal buildings are like dead bones struggling to climb out of hell. The broken robots wandering in the streets are like the lost souls...

I am the only color, walking in a lost world like a black and white diaphragm, attracting the chaotic gazes of "withered bones" and "dead souls"...

This dream has been following me since I can remember, I have grown up... but the dream has not changed...

"younger brother…"

A crisp and pleasant voice seemed to come from a far, far away place, followed by a violent vibration, and the voice traveled an infinite distance in an instant and fell into my ears,

"Get up, get up, get up, big lazy pig!"

A reassuring sense of familiarity instantly dispelled the unfamiliarity of the black and white world in my heart. In the dimness, I felt as if my nose was being pinched, so I subconsciously turned my head, trying to break free, and then...

There was a soft and warm touch on my lips. I opened my eyes abruptly. A pair of black and white eyes were staring at me motionlessly. In those clear eyes like clear springs, surprise, joy and satisfaction were intertwined.

I pushed away the girl who was close to me, then quickly stepped back, sat up, and stared straight at her.

The girl was still lying on my side on the bed, looking at me with a smile on her face.

The morning sun shines through the gaps in the curtains and falls on her body, flowing between her soft hair and the perfect curves of her figure...

After staring at her for a while, I found that there was no practical effect, so I turned my eyes to the head of the bed to check the time.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The girl lying on the side of the bed first imitated the sound of the alarm clock before sitting up.

She was wearing a white nightdress with suspenders, her long thick and smooth hair fell like a waterfall, and was draped loosely behind her. Under the short skirt, her two white thighs were deeply immersed in the soft softness. in the quilt.

She took out an alarm clock from behind, held it up and dangled it in front of my eyes,

"It's already past eight o'clock. Look, the sun is on your ass!"

Saying that, the girl stretched out her slender fingers and pointed to the golden sunlight behind me, and by coincidence, the sunlight just fell on my trousers.

I reached out and scratched my head, and after a while, I asked back,

"Did Mom let you into my room?"

"Uh..." The girl smirked and looked left and right, "Mom asked me to wake you up when I went out, this should be considered an agreement!"

"She must have just asked you to wake me up at the door."

"Oh, oh, don't do this, brother!"

Saying that, the girl leaned forward, put her hands on the bed, and put her head in front of me,

"You just kissed me!"

I turned my head to one side unnaturally, mainly because her sitting position completely opened the neckline of her suspender skirt, and...the inside was still vacuum...

Reaching out and gently nudged her shoulder,

"Sister, you're all grown up, it's time to pay attention to your image."

Yes, this girl is my sister. Whether it is a kiss or not remains to be studied. Anyway, we have nothing in common in terms of appearance. She is one year older than me, but... In my mother's words: childishness is over.

Because she always does things that are illogical and cause great headaches, such as... The "intimacy" of my brother has reached the point where my mother will stop her.

My sister was a little dissatisfied and brushed the hair around her ears with her hands.

"What's the matter? We took a bath together when we were young, really."

After speaking, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and immediately knelt up from the bed and sat up,

"Oh - you don't have a girlfriend, right? Tell me which one it is, it must be that Liang Qianqian, hmph, the last time I went to your school, she used the excuse of asking questions to be alone with you for more than 20 years. minute!"

Unexpectedly, it has been more than a year, and she still remembers it.

This kind of vexatious thing happens at least once or twice a day, so I didn't pay too much attention to it, and went straight out of the room and into the bathroom.

However, I did underestimate the degree of her "nagging", she actually followed me to the door of the bathroom, leaning on the door frame, folded her hands on her chest,

"Tell me, how long have you guys been together? If you tell me honestly, I can consider taking it lightly, otherwise, hum, you know how cruel I am..."

After I sorted out the mouthwash cup and towel, I walked to the door, put my hands on her shoulders, looked at her very seriously, and was about to speak, but she took a step ahead.

"Brother, you, do you want to kiss me?"

With just this one sentence, all my seriousness and seriousness vanished, and I looked at her with a dumbfounded expression.

"I think...you should put your underwear on!"

After speaking, I turned her around and pushed her into the room from behind.

"I don't want it, it will affect development!"

"You don't need to develop. If you continue to develop, you will not be able to see the stairs even when you go downstairs."

After listening to my answer, she smiled, turned around and patted me lightly,

"Hmph, you can talk!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and entered the room. I helped her to pull the door over, and walked into the kitchen again. I put the egg fried rice left by my mother in the microwave oven and clocked the time...

"Brother... Come on, I can't button myself."

The cry of my sister came from the room,

"Make up your own mind!"

I replied a little angrily. At the same time, I went to the living room to turn on the TV. Although there are no good TV dramas, I am always used to turning on the TV... More sound is also good.

Bang, the door opened, and then, the older sister, who was wearing a pair of aqua blue skinny jeans but only a pure white corset, ran out.

She put her hands on her chest, the straps of her bodice dangled on either side, and when she ran to me, she turned her back to me,

"Come on, help me deduct it, I can't deduct it myself."

Looking at my sister's white and smooth jade back, my eyes swept away, and then I stopped at the straps hanging by her armpits. It turned out to be buttons, no wonder she couldn't fasten them herself.

So, while I helped her button, I complained and said,

"Why did you buy these buttons?"

"Because of this, I can let you deduct it for me!"

"alright, you win!"

After buttoning, I sat back on the sofa, and my sister ran back to the room and put on the white gauze with flared sleeves that she bought with me two days ago.

The gauze has a layer of pure cotton inner shirt on the body part, so the hazy and transparent one has only two open sleeves.

My sister held up her slender and slender arms and shook it in front of me, and asked with some distress,

"Brother, will you be tanned!"

I bypassed her and didn't answer this, but went to the kitchen, took the egg fried rice out of the microwave, filled two bowls, and my sister... was already sitting at the table, a good baby waiting for the meal to start. appearance.

She glanced at the method of scrambled eggs, and pouted,

"Brother, is there no milk?"

"There should be in the refrigerator, right?"

I'm not sure, after all, I'm not interested in pure milk, in our house, it's just that my sister and mother drink a glass before going to bed at night.

"Then go get me a warm cup."

"Go get it yourself!"

I took a bite of rice nonchalantly.

My sister glared at me dissatisfied, then slowly brought her head closer, and said in a low voice,

"I've been here for the past few days. My aunt is a little weak and needs your care very much."

I took a deep breath, put down the chopsticks, and rolled her eyes at her,

"One day you won't need my care. I thought I'd be free after you went to college, but now... I really owe you in my last life!"

Having said that, I went into the kitchen again, took a carton of milk from the refrigerator, and poured the milk into the glass.

"Hum!" My sister hummed twice proudly, "Isn't that bad, we went to the same kindergarten, the same primary school, the same middle school, and now the same university."

I put the glass in the microwave,

"You still have the face to say that you changed my wishes without my consent."

"Isn't our school bad?" I don't know when my sister came to the kitchen and stood beside me with her slender arms on my shoulders, "Canghai University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, although it's not as good as those 85 or something 11, but professionally, our school is also first-class in China."

I turned my head and rolled her eyes at her,

"But I don't like medicine!"

The sister widened her eyes angrily.

"Sister studied medicine, shouldn't younger brother also study medicine?"

"Should it?"

"Well, in fact, as a sister, I am obliged to take care of you. Now that we are in the same school, I can take care of you more conveniently!"

My sister laughed, reached out and turned on the microwave, took out the hot milk, took a big gulp, and then handed it to my mouth,

"Want a drink?"

I pushed her hand away and shook my head,

"I don't drink pure milk."

"I know you don't drink, I'm just teasing you."

After speaking, she turned around and walked out of the kitchen with a big laugh.

Looking at her arrogant back, I helplessly lowered my eyes, turned off the microwave, and followed into the living room.

Tomorrow is the day when the freshmen of Canghai University of Traditional Chinese Medicine will report. As the sister of a senior, she naturally wants to go with me.

After breakfast, I went back to the room and put the computer and the clothes I needed to bring into the box. My sister was standing at the door, leaning against the door frame and holding her arms, looking like she was pointing at the country.

"Don't bring your winter clothes, go there and buy them!"

"I didn't bring it!"

I replied without looking back, but my eyes were still wandering back and forth in the wardrobe, thinking carefully about whether there was anything left.

"Do you need to carry so many books?"

At some point, my sister walked into the room, stood at the computer desk, and looked at the books I had selected.

"People who don't like to read have no right to speak!"

"cut!"

The elder sister curled her lips in disdain, and threw herself on the bed with a puff.