A Bowl of Hot Soup

*He On the day her confession failed, Xia Wangxing thought she would never see Chi Qiuyan again. But she didn't expect that a man would appear in her small rental house on a rainy night two months later. "Little "Why are you looking at me like this? No matter what, I am your brother, right?" Chi Qiuyan looked down at her expression and pulled him into the room. The door was locked. Xia Wangxing stared at his smiling face, took out his hand and said slowly: "I have never regarded you as a brother, and no sister in the world would want to have sex with a brother." The man's eyes flashed slightly. For the first time in his life, something was out of his control. He seemed helpless, "Xiaoxing, you are still young, and many things are different from what you imagined. Although we are not related by blood, we have always gotten along like brothers and sisters since we were young. Isn't it good to maintain the status quo like this?" On the table was the soup that Chi Qiuyan had cooked for her all afternoon. Whenever it rained or snowed or Xia Wangxing was sick, he would cook her a pot of delicious soup. Over the past twenty years, it has become a habit. Perhaps today's soup was too hot, and the heat burned all the way to my heart, causing the ashes in my heart to rekindle. Otherwise, how could she have the courage to kiss the person she had been secretly in love with for 6 years. "Chi Qiuyan, you are a coward, I am not." What Xia Wangxing believed in was always the "joke" that adults said. Chi Qiuyan is her only fiancé. *Not a bone, nor a fake g, the brother next door, the baby kiss Purpose: Live bravely