Unbelievable! After We Were Fostered, She Called Us Mentally Ill

When I woke up from a hangover, I found someone lying next to me. Jiang Ciyin, my sister's girlfriend. She lay on her side and looked at me, smiling like a cat that had stolen something. "Does it feel good? I'm your sister's girlfriend." Before I could recover from the explosive news that "I slept with my sister's woman," the door opened. My sister stood at the door, holding breakfast and looking at us both. No crying, no fuss, no knife. She just smiled and turned away. Then came back with a knife. The blade of the knife reflected light, and she asked: "Do you still want breakfast?" One is my sister, and the other is my sister's woman. One has been secretly in love with her for eight years but dare not tell her, and the other dares to ask her brother "does it feel good" after sleeping with her. Now there are three people, a knife, and a pot of hot milk. Should you eat this breakfast or not? ---