"Don't you think homosexuality is disgusting?" She asked me suddenly.
I was stunned, the hand touching her head stopped, took it back, and took two steps back unconsciously.
"It's disgusting," she emphasized.
"Well..." I felt offended, so I responded to her against my will and suppressedly, not wanting to let the hard-won reconciliation break down again.
"Fortunately you're not, come here." Her eyes were shining.
Not knowing what she was going to do, I stepped closer.
"Come here more."
My knees hit the hospital bed and I could no longer move forward. She grabbed my tie and forced me to bend down and look at her.
I looked at her puzzled, but she slyly kissed me on the face: "But I am, sister."
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Note:
1. First person, sister's perspective.
2. Gentle, sinister, doting attack × willful, well-behaved and aggrieved monster
3. Short story he
Intention: love