[Gentle, soft and slow older sister × Fake and cute younger brother who is really wet and crazy | Fake bones | Male crush | Pathological obsession | Extremely possessive]
Song Zhaoyue was born in a quagmire and struggled to get around.
Fortunately, her younger brother Song Lichen was well-behaved and sensible, and they grew up relying on each other, which was her only comfort.
However, when she was 18 years old, someone came to her door and said that her brother was actually the real young master of the top wealthy Jiang family who had been replaced.
Song Lichen was a talented young man who won numerous awards. He was as beautiful as fine porcelain. With the blessing of his family background, he had countless admirers.
Song Zhaoyue felt that they were very different. Whenever someone asked about their relationship, she would cautiously answer: "Not very close."
Hearing this, the young man lowered his eyes and slightly curved his lips, as if in acquiescence.
No one knows, a locked hotel room, a glass of drugged wine.
Under her horrifying gaze, Song Lichen drank down the drink slowly and raised his flushed eyes to look at her. The mole at the end of his eye was particularly innocent and attractive.
"What should I do, sister? Either save me or kill me."
After all, Song Zhaoyue didn't have the heart to run away, and her whole night was ridiculous.
The once obedient "brother" pressed her on his lap, gasped and kissed her tears, said some rude words that were not obedient at all, and pressed her belly with a satisfied smile.
"Sister, is this mature enough? Ah... I should say it's mature enough, right?"
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"Sister, I didn't kiss you attentively enough just now. Try again."
"Speak out, sister, let him hear how sweet my sister screams in my arms."
"Sister, look at me, just look at me."
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Faced with Song Lichen's increasingly derailed possessiveness, Song Zhaoyue couldn't breathe and took advantage of the situation to leave the country.
After all these years, she thought she and Song Lichen had become strangers.
However, on the second day after returning to China, she went to the wrong Didi.
The black Maybach's center console was locked. Song Lichen leaned over thoughtfully, fastened her seat belt and smiled slightly.
"I was just about to go up and wake my sister up. The Civil Affairs Bureau is at work today, so we went to complete the formalities. We have enough time."
"We became a family again."
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Song Zhaoyue didn't know.
Song Lichen was so lucky the day he found out that they were not real siblings.
"Zhao Zhao is as bright as the sun and the moon, and separation is like the movement of stars."
Their names are connected verses, and they must be like twin trees, with roots, stems, bones and blood intertwined, even if they fall into hell.
＊No blood relationship, love lines are not in the same household register when developing.
Intention: None yet
