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[Gentle and beautiful older sister Mu Nian When he first met her, she gave him a candy with a smile and called him Little Douding. Wen Yu was a little angry. He was not a little boy. Well, he was indeed a little small. Later "Wen Yu, look into my eyes." "Wen Yu, who asked you to come to the Internet cafe?" "Let's call it a hill for you!" … "I don't like my brother." Wen Yu couldn't breathe. … From then on, Mu Nian would receive many letters every winter. The letters were all filled with blacked-out fonts, and the only thing that could be read clearly was: Be happy every day. … Many years later, Wen Yu surrounded her in a corner, holding her waist tightly with his hands, and his warm breath lingered in her ears, with a hint of hoarseness and imperceptible grievance, "Sister, do you want me?" He nibbled her earlobe as he spoke. "Sister, touch me." Mu Nian's hand was tightly held and brought to the man's hot abdominal muscles, rubbing back and forth from time to time. "Sister, do you like it?" The man panted slightly and lay on her shoulder shaking lightly. "Sister, I like you." "Sister,..." ------ Young love is like fog, hiding the riddle of youth The fog is everywhere, hiding secretly I love you wherever there is no one