MTL - My Sister is Very Obsessive-Chapter 684 : The jet-lagged sister is scary

Around 3:30 in the morning, I was shaken out of my sleep.

I opened my eyes in a daze. My sister in light blue cotton pajamas was kneeling on my bed. Her hair was messy, and the buttons on her chest were also loosened, revealing her fair and delicate skin.

"Brother, I can't sleep."

I didn't answer, mainly because the whole person was still in a state of confusion at this time.

Raising my hand and rubbing my eyes, I didn't ask her why she couldn't fall asleep, but picked up the phone on the side to check the time.

The time difference is six hours. If you add it in, it should be 9:35 in the morning of Yanjing time. This time should be the natural wake-up time of my sister's biological clock.

I moved towards the bed, then pulled the quilt away, "Come in!"

"Mmmm!" My sister nodded happily, and nimbly got into my bed.

There was one more person on the soft bed, and I immediately felt a sinking feeling. My sister rolled over to me and hugged me tightly. After a while, the whole bed was filled with the smell of my sister's body.

I took a long breath, did not speak, closed my eyes and continued to sleep.

It's strange to say that after most people change to a new environment, they can't sleep well the first night, but I didn't have any, and I felt very peaceful when I fell asleep. I'm ashamed to say that this kind of peace Like lying on the bed at home.

My sister turned over and hugged me tightly in a lateral pressure position, her long and straight jade legs resting on my stomach, her bent arms pressed against my chest, but her little hands were light Squeeze my collarbone.

The itchy feeling gradually dispelled my drowsiness, I sighed helplessly, and it was worth reaching out to hold her little hand tightly.

"Go to sleep, it's only three in the morning!"

"Can't sleep!" My sister muttered softly, her soft lips pressed against my neck, and the moist breath hit my skin, "Why don't you tell me a story to put me to sleep!"

"You write novels, and I don't write novels."

I narrowed my eyes slightly, bent my arms that were being pressed by my sister, put my palms on her back, and gently stroked through my clothes,

"And... I was able to fall asleep!"

"Ah? No!" My sister twisted her body, "If you don't tell me a story, I won't let you sleep!"

"Are you the devil who won't let me sleep?"

I spit out my sister a little speechless.

"Hee hee, I am an angel, a very pure angel, an angel with white wings!"

In my opinion, angels are not as real as demons. If you pray to an angel, the angel will not help you. She will only attribute your failed life to the will of God and the arrangement of fate.

I just want to say a word to the angels and God, I arrange your face.

Or the devil, the devil does a fair deal. As long as you are willing to pay enough price, they will definitely meet any of your requirements. Isn't this just what you pay for?

But unfortunately, it seems that many people like to get something for nothing, so angels become angels and demons become demons.

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After all, I still couldn't stand my sister's coquetry and succumbed to her beautiful legs.

So, what story do you tell your sister? I'm in a bit of trouble.

Fairy tales are of course the best, but I don't think it's interesting. Although Cinderella the Ugly Duckling is inspirational, her sister was born a white swan and stayed with her prince since she was a child.

If you don't see a fairy tale, let's talk about some jokes. I thought about the interesting jokes I saw in the major comment areas recently, and chose one that was not too yellow.

"Once upon a time, there was a sheep-herding boy who went to the mountains to herd sheep every day. One day, he felt very bored, so he came up with an idea to make fun of everyone..."

"Oh, brother, this story is so old-fashioned, isn't it the story of the wolf coming? I know it in kindergarten." My sister interrupted me, "Change one for another!"

"Oh, you heard it, then I ask you, what is the final outcome?"

"It's the third time the wolf really came and ate all his sheep, and I also know this story is to tell us not to lie..."

"Naive!" I sneered softly, "How can there be so many wolves in this world, and wolves are gregarious animals. If wolves really come out, how can the shepherd go back alive?"

"This is just a fable. It's normal to have loopholes. Our focus should be on the educational significance of the story, not the bugs of the story!"

My sister was like a teacher who was possessed by her body, and she kept instilling "core values" in me.

It's a pity that her lecturing ability is really bad, and she actually fell asleep while talking.

"Hey, brother, are you listening?"

My sister shook me angrily, then pinched my nose.

I woke up and glanced at my sister, "Listen!"

"So perfunctory!" My sister rolled her eyes again and again, "Just now you said that the ending I said was naive, then you said that the ending was not naive."

"In the end, on the third day, the sheep came and called the wolf, but no villagers appeared, so he slaughtered a sheep and took the test to eat. When he went back to his parents and asked him about the sheep, he said, 'If you don't come, the wolf will kill you. Take it away', how is this ending!"

"You're not naive about this ending?"

"I don't know. Compared with the first ending, I still like the second ending. People are all profit-seeking creatures. Shepherd started to make arrangements three days ago. The planning is not complicated, but the layers are deep. It's good to make a profit!"

"Brother, please don't do this, I'm so scared!"

My sister hugged me tightly, and her voice was a little pleading and trembling.

"What are you afraid of!"

I laughed angrily, then raised my hand and gently hit my sister's butt,

"I'm not a sheep herder, and I don't like eating lamb either."

"I feel that your thoughts have changed a lot recently!" My sister whispered softly, pressing her mouth against my neck.

"Of course it will change!"

I rubbed my sister's hairy head and answered as a matter of course,

"Actually, I don't have the ambition to do something great. My biggest dream is to protect my mother's career and protect our lives. I just hope that in our future lives, we won't have to do anything because of boring things. Worrying about trivial matters, not worrying about financial problems.”

"so?"

"All said, if I want to accept my mother's company, naturally I can no longer be so idealistic."

I sighed softly, then stared at the ceiling,

"But you can, because I will protect you innocently for a lifetime."

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My sister and I hid under the covers and chatted for a long time, until the sky in the east showed a hint of fish belly white, and my sister reluctantly stuck her head out of my blanket.

"I went back to my room!"

"Yeah!" I hugged the back of her head and kissed her with my lips.

My sister lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, but I suddenly pulled her back into her arms, so she looked at me with a puzzled face,

"What's wrong?"

"Button up your clothes!"

I straightened her body, and gently stretched out my hand to fasten the buttons that had been stretched out in front of her, one by one. The skin-to-skin contact was inevitable, and my sister blushed with embarrassment.

And I... probably only have adjectives left in my mind: beautiful, white and tender, warm, delicate, soft and so on.