Waiting for His Fever to Subside

Within a year of briefly reorganizing her family, Ying Jia had a younger brother who was one year younger. Ying Jia disinfected him gently, and when the cotton swab touched the wound, he subconsciously tensed his muscles. The young man lowered his eyelashes and pursed his thin lips. Ying Jia felt sorry for him, wrapped the bandage, opened her arms and hugged him, "We will be a family." She was so immersed in her heartache that she didn't see the boy's Adam's apple rolling up and down, his eyes getting darker, and the hand around her waist trembling with excitement, like a greedy snake, looking forward to plundering every inch of delicious food. - As a family, the promises are impeccable. He is more like an older brother than a younger brother. He takes meticulous care of him, protects him at all times, chases away drunk debt collectors, and handles troublesome situations. He is careful, patient, and perfect. Ying Jia was moved, confessed her love, and went to his room late at night to be with him behind her parents' back. - He became more and more clingy, looking for opportunities to touch each other skin-to-skin. The touch of his fingertips brought scorching heat, which became repeated red marks on her waist. His need for her was frequent and intense, pressing his wrists with irresistible force, kissing passionately and licking the side of her neck, like a wild beast marking its possession. Ying Jia was scared and cautiously proposed that she wanted to return to the original relationship between brother and sister. I promise to look at her quietly and smile. Ying Jia thought that was the end of the matter, but who knew that Yan Xu was even sicker than she thought. - *Not related by blood/Start as an adult/The male protagonist is really crazy and has no bottom line *There is no biological relationship between the two during the development of the love line. -Advance collection of "Waiting for Him to Fever"- It was a winter day in high school, and the sky was gray in the morning. Lijia wrapped herself tightly in a white cashmere scarf and went out, when a low voice came from behind: "Wait a minute." Jiang Xun bent down in front of her. He tilted his head slightly, his eyelids drooping lazily, as if he was still sleepy. The slender fingers carefully arranged the scarf she had wrapped in a hurry, and the fingertips occasionally brushed her chin, making her cheek feel slightly warm when it touched it. Lijia raised her head silently and saw the collar of his dark gray home clothes loosened, revealing a clear collarbone line. Her eyes had nowhere to focus, so they could only fall on his lazily drooped eyelashes. The fingertips pinching the corners of the clothes trembled slightly, curled up, and hid them in the sleeves of the school uniform. But the man in front of her was her brother in name only. Once she tries to cross this line, those dark eyes that are always careless will instantly lose all smiles and become distant and cold, silently forcing away all unspoken thoughts. Intention: Love life and be positive