"My first girlfriend was Luo Yujiao, Wenwen's mother!" Yang Feilong said.
Hearing Yang Feilong's opening, Yang Qingqing was stunned.
"You mean, Aunt Yujiao was your first girlfriend?" Yang Qingqing stared at Yang Feilong, dumbfounded.
Under normal circumstances, someone ten years older than her, she should have called her sister. But because she was classmates, friends, and confidantes with Luo Wenwen, she naturally had to call her mother "aunt," which was the appropriate address.
But now, she never expected that Aunt Yujiao was her brother's girlfriend.
This left her at a loss for what to say next.
Because this matter was beyond her expectations.
Putting aside Yang Feilong's other girlfriends, she had no ill feelings towards Luo Yujiao. She was gentle, kind, and also pitiful.
Yang Qingqing bit her lip lightly, looking a little wronged, and after a long time, she asked, "How did you and Aunt Yujiao become a couple?"
"Do you remember that time you went to work part-time at the bar?" Yang Feilong said slowly, his eyes filled with memories as he recounted how he and Luo Yujiao met and fell in love.
Of course, their being together was entirely an accident.
Although it was an accident, he was very fond of Luo Yujiao's personality, her figure, and so on. Therefore, even though it was an accident, Yang Feilong fell in love with her through their constant companionship!
Of course, Luo Yujiao's heart was also completely tied to Yang Feilong.
After listening to Yang Feilong and Luo Yujiao's story, Yang Qingqing fell into thought. No wonder she felt something was off when Aunt Yujiao and her brother were together before. Now that she thought about it, their interaction was too harmonious, too natural.
Before, she had thought that because she and Luo Wenwen were best friends, her brother, out of love for her, also cared for Luo Wenwen and Luo Yujiao.
And now, she didn't know whether to say she was too foolish for not seeing it, or that the two of them had hidden it too well, never revealing any clues.
"You two went through life and death together?" After hearing Yang Feilong's account, Yang Qingqing was speechless for a long time.
Honestly, if Yang Feilong hadn't explained everything, Yang Qingqing would never have known that they had experienced life and death. At this moment, Yang Qingqing also understood that what she had said earlier was somewhat wishful thinking.
If her brother could easily abandon this affection, he wouldn't be the person she deeply loved.
"Do you want to hear more?" Yang Feilong said, having finished speaking about Luo Yujiao, he sighed and asked.
"Forget it! I don't want to hear anymore." Yang Qingqing slowly shook her head.
Through the matter between Luo Yujiao and Yang Feilong, she had understood something: her brother might have a deep and unforgettable affection for each of his girlfriends. Now, hearing just one of their stories made her sad. If she heard more, she feared she wouldn't have the courage to be with her brother anymore.
Therefore, she chose not to listen. Perhaps when she decided to listen again, she would have been mentally prepared.
Now, she was a bit lost.
Yes, things were vastly different from what she had imagined.
Seeing his sister's somewhat dazed appearance, Yang Feilong gently stroked her soft hair and said, "Don't think too much about it. Sleep well. Brother will always be your brother and will treat you well. But matters of the heart cannot be forced. I also believe that with your excellence, you will definitely find someone you like and who truly likes you. You are still young, and your life is just beginning. Don't rush."
Yang Qingqing looked up at Yang Feilong, wanting to speak but stopping. After a long pause, she sighed softly, "Sleep with me!"
Yang Feilong: "......"
Yang Feilong looked at his sister in surprise. He thought she had come to terms with it, but why now?
"What are you thinking? It's just sleeping platonically. You promised me today that you're my boyfriend," Yang Qingqing's face blushed, and she lightly chided, "Brother, your thoughts are so dirty."
"......"
Am I to blame?
Of course, Yang Feilong didn't argue with his sister about this.
If it was just platonic sleep, Yang Feilong didn't refuse. As long as his sister could come to terms with it, he would do anything!
"Why are you still standing there blankly? Take off your robe and get in!" Yang Qingqing said charmingly, suppressing her shyness.
At this moment, Yang Qingqing's face was flushed with shyness and a hint of playful innocence, which made Yang Feilong's expression momentarily dazed. But he quickly suppressed his carnal thoughts and took off his robe.
Looking at her brother's chiseled face, eyes like stars, and a body so perfect it seemed unreal, Yang Qingqing's heart pounded rapidly.
Even the handsome men on TV seemed like mere dust compared to her brother's natural appearance.
Men liked beautiful and elegant women, and women naturally liked handsome and elegant men.
Yang Feilong was not only handsome and elegant, but also incredibly talented and had a gentle demeanor, making it natural for Yang Qingqing, his sister, to be infatuated with him.
In the blanket.
As soon as Yang Feilong entered, his body stiffened, because Yang Qingqing, like a mermaid, burrowed directly into his arms. The softness, the intoxicating scent, made Yang Feilong feel dizzy, his mind becoming unclear.
"Qingqing..." Yang Feilong had just uttered her name when Yang Qingqing placed her finger on his lips.
"Brother, I've always wanted you to hold me while I sleep. Today, my wish is finally granted," Yang Qingqing murmured, suppressing the shyness in her heart.
"Brother is not a saint, and you are playing with fire, do you know that?" Yang Feilong said helplessly. His mind was no longer calm even when chanting a mantra!
"If you have the ability, then eat me up!" Yang Qingqing challenged Yang Feilong's boundaries while seemingly feeling uncomfortable in her pajamas and directly took them off.
Alright, the buttons on her pajamas were almost all undone, so taking them off was even easier.
Yang Feilong: "......"
Never before had Yang Feilong felt such torment.
It was worse than death!
He knew that even if he gave in to impulse and did everything that could be done, Yang Qingqing wouldn't blame him. But could he do it?
What would be the point of all his previous perseverance then?
Suddenly, Yang Feilong gasped in pain because his vital spot was being squeezed.
"Qingqing, don't... don't play with fire!" Yang Feilong's voice was hoarse.
"I'm not playing with fire, I'm playing with a snake..." Yang Qingqing said, her face flushed red, her voice trembling. What she read in books seemed to be true. She had only done a small experiment, and she didn't expect her brother to react so strongly!
"Playing with a snake?" Yang Feilong almost spat blood.
My pure sister, has she gone forever?
"No, no!" Yang Feilong's eyes were red. "Otherwise, brother will truly be unable to resist hurting you."
"Husband, if you can't resist, then come on! Sister is yours, and will always be yours!" Yang Qingqing's voice was seductive as she traced circles on his chest and breathed warm air into him, saying.
Yang Feilong bit his lip, drawing blood, and only then suppressed his impulse. He didn't dare to say a word, fearing he would lose control: "......"
"Faster," Yang Feilong's eyes were hazy as he said in a low voice.
"Call me wife," Yang Qingqing, instead of speeding up, said playfully.
"Wife, hurry up," Yang Feilong said in a pleading tone.
"Say it nicely."
"Darling wife, please hurry."
"Hehe." Yang Qingqing chuckled and didn't disappoint her brother.
After a long time, a low roar echoed.