Sister is a person, a woman. Not tall or short, not fat or thin. My sister has both parents, and has no bad habits such as smoking, drinking, or being a nymphomaniac. My sister has a name, but since this is a story, it doesn't matter whose surname the sister is—voting in today's society is anonymous, phone interviews are anonymous, and even spending money in the toilet is anonymous, so please don't intimidate unscrupulous authors to make up a name for my sister.
Before I start telling my sister's story, I would like to first state that this story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental. All readers, please just have fun and don't take your seat in the wrong direction. Minors must have parental guidance when watching, otherwise the unscrupulous author will not be responsible for any good or bad consequences that may occur. The most he can do is just pack up and run away.
In short, this is an atypical pseudo-love story.