What Should I Do If Long Aotian Is Crooked Due to Women's Clothing [Chuishu]

Song Yujin, the flower of the college, woke up and entered a novel about the urban supernatural power Long Aotian. Looking down, she saw a gaudy red skirt on her body. Song Yujin: "?" In my mind, the system dinged: You are the transvestite brother of the villain Song Yanci, oh no, you are the 'sister' to the outside world:) What kind of straight hell is this? Immediately afterwards, the door lock turned, and Song Yanci came back when he was a student. The young man had a handsome figure and a clean school uniform, but his eyes looked like he had caught a glimpse of something dirty. Song Yujin: Haha, you are very cool? In order to survive and follow the plot, he worked hard to play this "embarrassing" identity, relying on the plot of his early death to control his bad brother, and toyed with the thin-skinned Long Aotian. One day after school, Song Yanci saw the dazzling red color on the street from a distance, and immediately quickened his pace to avoid it. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a few gangsters surrounding him, speaking frivolously, and even reaching out to wipe the oil off. "——Stay for fun? Beauty?" Song Yujin complained crazily in her heart: "Can I physically castrate them?!" He was about to give in, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed from behind. There was a violence in the eyes of the young man who had left and returned, and even he was unaware of it: "You go back first." After saying that, he dove into the gangsters. Song Yujin: Tsk tsk, you are indeed Long Aotian, with great skills. Since then, Song Yanci looked at her "sister" more and more strangely. The Song family owed usury, and a group of vicious men came knocking on the door. Long Aotian, who was only seventeen years old, showed his terrifying powers in front of others for the first time and beat the crap out of the group of people. Wiping away the blood on his face, the young man sat on the steps with his legs crossed and lit a cigarette. He raised his head, looked at Song Yujin at the door, and murmured: "It's not an option to always be so passive." "Our scumbag dad needs to be arrested, what do you think, 'sister'?" Later, the "parents" died unexpectedly. In the cold corner of the mourning hall, the person who had become the overlord of the party still had red eyes, like an abandoned puppy. He gently rested his head on the shoulder of his "sister" who had always been silent. After receiving the unfamiliar comfort from the other party, the corner of his mouth curled up with a satisfied arc. Song Yujin felt a chill running down her spine: ... He is so scary! I want to go home! Finally, he escaped to death as he wished. System prompt: The mission progress is 100% and we are about to leave the world! Song Yujin: (Transforming into a monkey in Mount Emei) (running wildly) Liberated! Farewell to skirts—— As a result, she was extremely happy and sad. While running at night, she stepped on the air and fell into a ditch. Her vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, the system was heartbroken: Oh, what should I do to save you, my treasure! Good news: Life is temporarily saved. Bad news: He turned into the little cannon fodder who betrayed the male protagonist in the book and went offline early. At this moment, the man in front of him who had turned black and had a sinister aura was his once sweet brother. The cold muzzle of the gun touched his forehead, and the breath of death rushed into his face. The desire to survive made him blurt out: "No, I, I still have a sister! I can't let her go..." He remembered the system's supplementary setting - Song Yanci, a filial brother with an extraordinary obsession with his "dead sister"! When Song Yanci heard the word "sister", her pupils shrank suddenly. And when his eyes completely fell on the "cannon fodder" face with a somewhat familiar outline, his heart was shaken. That night, Song Yujin was blindfolded and taken to a spacious room. The blindfold was removed and he found himself thrown on a luxurious bed. And in the middle of the bed, there was a red skirt that was exactly the same as when he first arrived. Looking at the dazzling red color, Song Yujin shut down her computer on the spot: No? Song Yanci, you piece of shit... Are you really a pervert? ! Song Yanci's Perspective: Bright Moon and Red Dress His world has been sentenced to death early, with a father who is addicted to gambling and has lost all his family fortune; a mother who never comes home and may have died somewhere long ago; he has been surrounded by meanness and indifference since he was a child, and his future is a muddy world with no end in sight. He should have stinked and rotted in this mud, until—Song Yujin appeared. He didn't know where Song Yujin came from. Like a moon, she suddenly fell into his filthy world. That person was filled with enthusiasm and vitality that was incompatible with Xiacheng District, even though... He was wearing a controversial red dress. Amid countless contemptuous eye rolls and whispers from the neighbors, that "sister" in a red dress firmly held his dirty hand one evening and told him: "Yanci, people must have dignity." In fact, he doesn't care about dignity at all. What he cared about was Song Yujin holding his hand. He didn't even care about Song Yujin's "terrible habits". Those people are really blind. Song Yujin's legs are straight and long. When she is thirsty for cold weather in summer, she dips into the cold stream water, bringing with it tiny splashes of water. When he was wearing a skirt, he would always be unable to reach the zipper at the back. He turned around in embarrassment, lifted up the dark hair on the back of his neck, exposed a section of his fair neck and said softly: "Yanci, help me." At that moment, the facial features, which were so beautiful that they were almost sharp, looked breathtakingly beautiful in the backlight. Later, his moon was broken. A few years later, when his hands were stained with blood and he finally trampled the world under his feet - he appeared again. Even though she was wearing men's clothing, her demeanor that was engraved in her bones couldn't deceive anyone. "Elder sister". It turns out that you are not a transvestite, nor do you like women's clothing. It turns out that those memories of the red dress that you regard as treasures are just a forced performance for you. ​…So what? This time, no matter you are a boy or a girl, a human or a ghost, a brother or a sister. I will never let you go again. Intention: Never give up courage and hope