He suddenly sat up, grabbed her arm, pulled her down on the bed, put his face in front of her and said, "Once again, don't call me brother."
His eyes were so close to hers that she could clearly see the turmoil in his eyes, and she even felt that his face was a little distorted. She suddenly became a little flustered, tried hard to sit up, and shouted: "Okay, Palace Master..."
Before she could sit up straight, a strong force suddenly came and she was pushed down by him into a brocade quilt. She was shocked, her lips were sealed, and she made ambiguous sounds. She was so anxious that she was about to burst into tears. At this moment, his lips left her. She took a breath and pushed him desperately: "Brother, brother, how could you do this? I am your sister."
He smiled, but it looked particularly evil in her eyes. He said softly but fiercely: "You have never been my sister. I don't have a sister."
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He seemed to chuckle, turned his head and looked out the window, and said, "Do you believe that one person can fall in love with another person in a short period of time?"
"Love at first sight?"
"It's a little longer than that. I like it because of some contact, but the contact time is not long."
Thoughts were running rapidly in her mind, and she seemed to have figured out something, but she was still a little frustrated and said: "The contact time is short, and the love is superficial, right? If you don't know your true temperament, will you be disappointed in the future?"
He smiled again: "Some people seem complicated, but in fact they can still be seen to the end at a glance."
She later found out that he and he were actually brothers.
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