Hu Xiyue has always regarded Li Qingyu as her younger brother. Obedient, sensible, harmless to humans and animals. It wasn't until her 28th birthday that he, who had disappeared for five years, appeared downstairs in her company, wearing a black shirt and cold white collarbones, looking at her like he was staring at a prey.
In the car, he leaned over to fasten her seat belt and put his lips against her ear: "Sister, I haven't seen you in five years, and you are even more beautiful."
Her heart skipped a beat: "You are my brother."
He pinched her chin: "Which brother have you ever seen staring at his sister's lips for five minutes?"
That night, Li Qingyu held her hand in front of her brother: "Sister, who do you choose?"
She later learned that when she was fourteen, she wrote on the back of her graduation photo "Brother Li is so cute" and there was a line of words that he had hidden for many years.
Wait until I grow up.
