[Cold-faced cool sister × cold on the outside and soft on the inside, paranoid tea dog]
Jiang Lai was adopted, Min Xing knew it, and Jiang Lai also knew it.
He was as quiet as a shadow, trying his best to minimize his presence, clumsily imitating everything around him, trying to integrate into this "home" that had nothing to do with his blood, and he was especially cautious in front of Min Xing.
But his presence itself reminds Min Xing that her parents have pinned their unspoken longing on this strange child, reminding her that the little warmth at home will be divided again.
Jiang Lai's clumsy show of goodwill, silent concession, and even his wet eyes with a hint of fear only made Min Xing feel irritated.
Occasionally, the neighbor's gossip would fall into Min Xing's ears, "... The one I brought here has a lot of evil intentions. He's a bad thing, and he doesn't recognize anyone when he fights for it..."
Min Xing was used to watching with cold eyes as he clumsily tried to get closer, handing over peeled fruit, or silently cleaning up the table that was deliberately messed up for her.
Jiang Lai's finger was pinched by the door due to the deliberate pushing, and his finger became frighteningly red and swollen. Min Xing squatted in front of him, looking at his eyes full of tears but not daring to shed them, feeling a trace of malice that was unfamiliar to him in his heart.
"You won't tell mom, right?" He bit his lower lip and nodded desperately. The tears finally rolled down and hit the back of Min Xing's hand, which was frighteningly hot.
At that moment, a voice in Min Hang's heart echoed the neighbor's whisper, bad thing. I don't know if I'm talking about him or myself.
Later, Min Xing got her wish and opened the door of her home, completely closing the door behind her eyes that always made her upset.
Occasionally, when they had to meet, Jiang Lai lost his shyness as a boy, and became taller, leaner and taller, giving off a sense of youthfulness between a boy and a young man, like a green papaya that is about to be ripe, with a smooth and tough skin, but some kind of jerky juice hidden inside.
His eyes would still follow Min Xing, but there was no longer the fear of his childhood, replaced by an almost calm and gentle concentration.
Min Xing watched with cold eyes, watching how he inadvertently acted innocent, the brief pause of his fingertips when handing the water, the slight leaning of his body during the conversation, the looming collarbone under the collar of his shirt, rising and falling with his breathing.
Bad stuff.
The sneer in her heart was still there, but there was a trace of scrutiny and interest that she was not even aware of.
She knew that her brother had always been smart, but she didn't know that he was also so good at seduction.
Jiang Lai is no longer the fragile little thing who could only nod with tears in his eyes.
He has learned a better way of hunting, using his innocent skin and silent and submissive attitude to patiently and secretly seduce his accomplices.
In the adult world, this tacit understanding is a prelude to tacit approval.
Min Xing allowed him to get closer step by step.
Until the light was dim, the white cotton T-shirt was lifted up and stacked on top of Jiang Lai's tight waist and abdomen. The lines of his body extended in the dim light, green and clean, ready for anyone to pick.
Seeing him swallowing back the painful cry, Min Xing leaned over, rolled up the hem of his T-shirt, and stuffed it between his clenched teeth.
The pure white fabric was instantly wet with saliva and pressed tightly against his lips and tongue, blocking any sounds that might leak.
He was forced to raise his head, and his moist eyes looked like glass covered with moisture in the dim light.
Sweat slid down his thin collarbone. Min Xing wiped it away with his fingertips, his voice lowered unconsciously, just like that afternoon many years ago,
"You're not going to tell mom, are you?"
[I still cut my own legs, maybe one day I will get crazy about fried rice and write Orz]
Intention: Strong winds will bypass our souls
