*
On the day of her eighteenth birthday, Xin Xiangnian wore a thin nightgown and knocked on the door next door in the dead of night.
The door opened, and the scent of the shower gel she had just taken penetrated into her nostrils. When she raised her eyelashes, she saw You Yu's beautiful but cold face.
You Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at her vague figure under her pajamas, but he made no intention of turning aside to let her in. He stared at her, waiting for her to speak.
Xin Xiangnian curled up her fingers and grabbed the hem of her skirt, and whispered, "I watched a horror movie and was a little scared."
"So?"
"Can I come to your room?"
*
Goodbye is already two years later.
Sometimes Xin Xiangnian would be very self-conscious and think that he was the reason why he went abroad in the first place, but then he thought about it and dismissed this possibility. After all, how could a clown deserve to make a choice for him.
So she found reasons to avoid him on the day he returned to China, until there was a knock on the bedroom door late at night.
You Yu pushed her against the wall, pinched her neck with his right hand, and looked at her playfully, "What are you pretending to do this time?"
"I didn't."
Xin Xiangnian avoided his eyes. Although she didn't feel the suffocation she imagined, his tightening fingers and the close distance still made her feel awkward. She tried to push him and frowned, "Brother, let me go."
You Yu remained motionless, and the momentary pause was negligible. He only sneered, "Don't call me that, you are not worthy of being my sister." He stroked her face with the back of his left finger, "I just came to inform you."
"Remember, you can never get rid of me in this life."
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