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Do you know some secrets that are enough to destroy a decade's worth of feelings?

He did not say, and she did not ask.

Only because he was the little brother that he wanted to protect the most.

"Don't torture me, okay? I'm going crazy... " Han Muyun continued to stroke her soft lips, seemingly gentle, but without a trace of emotion. "How about, we end this right now …"

He suddenly lifted the quilt, and instantly pressed it down again. His black eyes carried a trace of pain as he looked at the young girl who was staring at him fixedly. "Are you afraid?"

Han Sifeng was afraid.

He had been afraid from the beginning.

Fear of their own peace and happiness is a false, afraid to turn around, to find that the footprints behind the only sand blowing traces...

"I still can't control myself …" Han Muyun trembled as he caressed her face, as if he was caressing a fine piece of porcelain, afraid that it would break, "I told myself to stop bothering you, and also told myself to stop doing this kind of thing, it would scare you … I told myself, stay away from you, don't think about you... But, but … "Can I kiss you again?"

His lips gently fell, like a spring flower slowly blooming in the sunlight.

Clouds flitted across Han Sifeng's heart.

All she could think of were the clouds, gray, passing over her heart.

The clouds that she wanted to use her life to protect were blown away by the wind.

It can't be like this... Not like this...

At that moment, he didn't have the strength to resist at all.

His heart had mysteriously fallen. Without any warning, his tears began to fall.

It was as if those gray clouds had suddenly turned into pure white snowflakes, covering the heart tightly.

Han Sifeng didn't know what had happened to him. He wanted to cry rather than resist.

At this moment, the faint sadness that had been lingering in her heart all this time had flooded over her like floodwaters.

Han Muyun's body was as hot as fire, but Han Sifeng's heart was as cold as the North Pole.

Ice on an endless glacier.

This must be a strange dream. Wake up quickly.

Han Sifeng writhed uneasily, wanting to wake himself up, but his body was powerless.

As for Han Muyun, he gradually lost control of himself.

His hand roamed around the soft skin of her thigh. It was as if he had touched a fine piece of silk. The touch of his fingertips was so smooth and wonderful.

Meanwhile, his body could not stop the scorching heat. It was as if a fire was burning inside his body, and he desperately needed the clear spring water to extinguish it.

And Han Sifeng was the clear and sweet spring water.

Her sweet little mouth, her soft skin, her uncontrollable gasping …

Han Muyun didn't know how he endured these days and nights, but he didn't want to. He told her to do it himself, regardless of whether she would accept it or not.

Amidst his indescribable sadness, Han Sifeng suddenly felt his skin being exposed to the cool air.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, Han Sifeng immediately came to his senses and admitted with a cry that this was not a dream.

It wasn't a dream.

He could no longer avoid it.

Just like how he wanted to make a decision, she also wanted to face reality.

Han Sifeng recklessly bit at the tongue in his mouth. Although it wasn't very strong, it was enough to make Han Muyun retreat in pain.

However, Han Muyun only paused for a brief moment before becoming even more arrogant.

As if his nerves had been stimulated, Han Muyun pressed Han Sifeng's struggling wrist against the top of his head with one hand and moved his lips downwards.

"Xiao Yun!"

Han Sifeng's mouth was finally free as she shouted powerlessly.

"Stop, Han Muyun!"

Han Sifeng's forehead was covered in sweat. He wasn't sure if it was because he was struggling or because he was afraid.

However, Han Muyun acted as if he didn't hear her. He fiercely bit her neck, as if he wanted to tear her apart and swallow her whole.

"Han Muyun …" Han Sifeng's voice was stuck in his throat, as it spilled out bit by bit. He helplessly kicked him and struggled, "Han Muyun, what are you trying to do?"

Did he really want to destroy everything?

"Don't be afraid," Han Muyun finally raised his head. His black eyes were filled with a strange mist. He gently caressed Han Sifeng's face and said in a hoarse voice, "I want us to be together forever."

Yes, a decision had been made.

No matter what would happen in the future, he had to have both of them. Even if she hated him, she did not want to miss him.

Aren't we already together?" "AHH!" Get your hands off me!

Han Sifeng felt his hand move to his bra as he yelled in despair.

"Han Muyun, did you hear that? "Let me go quickly!" Han Sifeng's voice became hoarse.

Han Muyun no longer said anything. His eyes were red, and his other hand was still as strong as ever as he held her hands tightly.

"..." Han Muyun, are you crazy? "

Han Sifeng's sluggish nerves finally recovered. When he said "together", he meant … Start with the body?

No! No, no, no!

Han Sifeng struggled with all his might. She was still a minor, but he would go to jail because of her!

She was still thinking about how he had gone to jail and how his nerves had grown!

He deserved to be eaten up by this kind of younger brother!

Han Sifeng's tears flowed uncontrollably. She truly and sincerely loved Han Muyun as if he was her precious baby. She didn't expect him to be today!

Han Muyun easily suppressed Han Sifeng's struggle.

The panic and sadness in her heart grew.

He really didn't want to be his brother …

He really wanted to personally destroy these ten years of kinship!

"Han Muyun … Woo woo … * Don't... Didn't you say... Won't he bully me in the future? "Wuu, wuu, you liar …"

Han Sifeng felt the shirt buckle behind his back being roughly ripped apart as more tears flowed.

Ye Zichen no longer bit on his shoulder, as his mouth was filled with tears.

Han Muyun's hand stopped behind her back, and he could feel her silent sobs, one after another, beating his heart.

There were also scalding hot tears that seeped into his skin, making it seem like his internal organs were being soaked in salt water.

He didn't want to bully her, wanted to protect her, didn't want to see her so scared …

But why did he always make her cry?

Han Sifeng felt as if a century had passed.

Han Muyun finally pulled the blanket over her and took a deep breath to suppress his restless desires. With an impatient expression, he said, "Don't cry, I was playing with you just now."

"Wah …" "Sob, sob …"

Hearing his words, his nervous system, which was on the verge of breaking down, finally relaxed a little. Han Sifeng also cried out loud.

Her tears fell onto her hands like pearls with a broken string. Her tender white face was as pitiful as a pear blossom in the rain.

"Alright, alright. Don't cry anymore. You're so stingy. I was just playing with you, yet you're crying like this …" Han Muyun sat up and rubbed his short hair, his tone was very unhappy.

Han Si Feng cried until he was out of breath before he managed to regain his composure.

"This is an infringement... How could they play like this? This was an abnormal deformity! Wuu wuu, you're not allowed to do this in the future … "I'm so scared …"

Han Si Feng covered his blanket and complained.

"He's really scared?" Han Muyun lowered his head to look at Han Sifeng's tear-filled face, then took a pillow towel and roughly wiped her tears, "Who told you to cook my snow vegetables with shredded meat? I hate eating that! "

"But …" You can't do this to me. "If you don't like it in the future, I won't cook it …"

Han Sifeng covered his face with the pillow towel and cried again. "You said you won't bully me, wuwu …

"Alright, alright. Can't I go out?" Han Muyun reached out to touch her, but he was afraid that she would be more frightened, so he could only withdraw his hand.

"Wuu … wuu …" You're always so weird... Don't you know I'm scared? " Han Sifeng held his breath and finally revealed his face with tears, accusing him, "Ever since that day when you were drunk for the first time, you've done this to me again and again. What the hell are you thinking? "If this goes on, I'll go crazy …"

"Didn't you say that I was playing with you just now?" Han Muyun's expression changed slightly, he didn't think that she would actually mention that it was the first time he got drunk.

This way, she had placed it in her heart a long time ago, but she never said it out loud.

Han Muyun then covered her face with a pillow towel and said snappily, "You're the one who is thinking random thoughts. What's wrong with elder sister and little brother kissing you? When you were young, you couldn't see me sleeping on one side at night, and even cried and made noise. How did you become like this? "

That's right, how did it become like this?

Why did he suddenly, even though he clearly wanted to get close to the other party, he made the other party dodge even further?

Meanwhile, Han Sifeng was stunned by his words.

What's the point of kissing your sister and brother?

Heavens, what kind of education did Han Muyun receive?

If it was really such a simple relationship, then she wouldn't have to be so troubled, so carefully protecting this relationship that existed only in name!

It was always his parents' fault for saying such nonsense every time, and Han Muyun's brain structure was too strange, making Han Sifeng not know how to face him.

"How can little brother always do this to big sister? The first time could be forgiven. The second time, the third time … "

Han Sifeng pulled the pillow away, not wanting to voice out the frustration that had accumulated in his heart, but he felt that there was always a shadow in his heart. "Do you really like being so intimate with me? Have you thought about what I would think? "Every day, I feel frightened, and I feel like my whole home has been shattered. Every day, I hypnotize myself, and what should not happen is just a nightmare …"

"Enough." Han Muyun's face darkened. He turned around and said, "You're too long-winded today."

Where did heaven come from!

Han Sifeng finally mustered up the courage to talk about this issue with him, but her little brother, who had committed suicide, still had an impatient face, as if she had done something unforgivable.

"Then... I want to know... Why did you... Why are you crying? " Han Sifeng wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and asked in a low voice.

Her palms were still wet.

What did this young man who was unwilling to be his younger brother want?

Han Muyun had his back facing Han Sifeng, so it was hard to see his expression.

"Xiao Yun, what do you want me to do?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Han Si Feng stopped his tears and asked softly, "Did I make you sad?"

"No," After a long while, Han Muyun said stiffly. He picked up a blanket and draped it over his body, "You're very good."