I have a younger sister, my adorable and beautiful twin sister.
Before I was even born, I knew she had to be my wife, but the forces of convention wouldn't let me do it.
So I built an empire, and every day I took my sister to the seaside to watch the tides ebb and flow. Whenever I saw how lovely she looked in the sunset, I couldn't help ruffling her hair.
"Big brother, why do you like ruffling my hair so much?"
"Because... Big brother loves you more than anyone..."
P.S. A sweet little story~ I hope you'll enjoy it and support me, meow~
[The work is under contract, so please read with confidence!]
