● 1V1, he, no blood relationship, no legal kinship
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After leaving Luzhou, Cheng Cheng dreamed of Li Zhao many times, each time in a stuffy and cramped old house, with the wooden bed squeaking and shaking, making her dizzy.
One time she accidentally fell asleep on the sofa, and her roommate laughed at her for rejecting so many people, because she was secretly learning to have erotic dreams.
She wiped the sweat from her neck without covering it up and mocked: "Does it count if I dream of my sister?"
Roommate: "..."
Later, I returned to Luzhou and met Li Zhao again.
People who don't know about it see them as being less polite than strangers, and those who know about it drink and recall: "Zhao Zhao and Chengcheng, seven years ago, in the entire Tianshui Lane, Zhao Zhao loved Cheng Cheng the most, and Cheng Cheng protected his sister the most."
After hearing this, Cheng Cheng sneered and grabbed the bottle.
Li Zhao slapped the liquor with more than 50 degrees of alcohol back on the table: "Can you stop doing it?"
The visitor's face was as dark as water, full of pressure. When Cheng Cheng saw it, he subconsciously straightened his back. After coming to his senses, Cheng Cheng suppressed the resentment in his eyes and smiled calmly: "Yes, if you drink this wine, I won't do it again. Never again."
Li Zhao raised her head and drank, and what happened next was completely out of her control.
When he sobered up the next day, Li Zhao looked at the deep and shallow marks on his body, clamped Cheng Cheng's hands, and was so angry that his whole body was shaking: "Cheng Cheng, you are so shameless with my sister."
Cheng Cheng kicked Li Zhao's knees away from his side and shouted with red eyes, "Who was first?! You! It was you, Li Zhao, who brought me back to Tianshui Lane first!"
Now the old city has been renovated and the alleys are empty, but I still miss you.
"Sister, I think about you every day."
"I thought I begged you so much back then, but you still chose to leave me without looking back?"
Intention: Love life.
