Yang Feilong watched his sister busily cleaning up the mess with a piece of paper, a wry smile on his face.
He felt even less confident facing Yang Qingqing from now on.
Although it was Yang Qingqing's first time seeing such a scene and she was startled, having read those sorts of books, her initial surprise quickly gave way to a flushed complexion. "Husband, are you feeling better?"
"En," Yang Feilong mumbled, not daring to meet Yang Qingqing's eyes.
"Heehee, brother is shy!" Yang Qingqing burrowed into Yang Feilong's embrace again, laughing happily.
"No," Yang Feilong coughed.
"Brother, tell me, if I really found a boyfriend, would you be happy?" Suddenly, Yang Qingqing asked, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Yang Feilong.
Would he be happy?
This question struck Yang Feilong's heart like a heavy hammer.
Yang Feilong had said similar things many times before, but he had never dared to think about it deeply. Now, being directly questioned by Yang Qingqing, the ultimate interrogation of his soul had arrived.
The thought of his delicate sister being intimate with a boyfriend inexplicably brought him a suffocating pain.
"Brother, you're hurting me." Just then, Yang Qingqing pouted her pretty nose and said coquettishly.
"Sorry, sorry," Yang Feilong blushed and apologized repeatedly.
"Brother, have you thought it through?" Although Yang Qingqing felt the pain from her brother's grip, a playful smile flickered across her face. It seemed her brother wasn't entirely as he claimed; he didn't just feel familial affection for her, but also romantic love!
"I..." Yang Feilong wanted to say he had thought it through, but the words wouldn't come out.
Because, inexplicably, he felt a sense of fear, afraid that his sister would truly end up with someone else.
At this moment, all he wanted was to hold Yang Qingqing tightly, refusing to let go, lest she run away.
"Brother, you can't bear to see me in someone else's arms, can you?" Yang Qingqing asked playfully.
"I can't bear it." Yang Feilong wanted to dig a hole and disappear after saying this, but he couldn't bring himself to utter a false sentiment.
"Hehehe, so, brother, are you ready to face your own heart?" Yang Qingqing laughed happily.
"En," Yang Feilong nodded heavily, then looked at Yang Qingqing and said, "Then will you be my girlfriend?"
His heart was pounding with nervousness at this moment.
"Then what about your other girlfriends?" Yang Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, but she smiled and looked at Yang Feilong, asking.
"I..." Yang Feilong paused, then after a moment of silence, he said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry."
Yes!
Why had he refused when Yang Qingqing had initially asked him to be her boyfriend? Wasn't it because his sister Yang Qingqing wanted him exclusively, and he was unwilling to abandon his other girlfriends? If he asked Yang Qingqing to be his girlfriend now, wouldn't it be the same old path?
Hearing Yang Feilong's words, Yang Qingqing felt some regret but also a sense of relief.
The regret stemmed from the fact that Yang Feilong was indeed unwilling to give up his other girlfriends. The relief came from the realization that her brother was a person who valued relationships.
"So, I'm not willing," Yang Qingqing shook her head.
Yang Feilong's face showed disappointment upon hearing Yang Qingqing's refusal, but he didn't blame her. He only had himself to blame for his insatiable greed.
"Perhaps, I will be willing in the future, but for now, I don't want to be just one of your girlfriends." Yang Qingqing looked at her brother's crestfallen expression and felt a pang of tenderness, but she remained firm.
"Your choice is the right one!" Yang Feilong said with a smile, though it was somewhat forced.
"Although I'm not willing to be just one of your girlfriends, I demand that you treat me as well as you do your girlfriends, and yet also as a sister!" Yang Qingqing smiled again, looking at Yang Feilong. "Brother-husband, can you do that?"
Yang Feilong was first stunned, then, as if struck by inspiration, his face lit up with joy. "I am willing, a hundred times willing. Sister-wife!"
"Silly goose," Yang Qingqing looked at her brother, who was as happy as a child, and couldn't resist kissing his cheek.
Yang Qingqing's intention was clear: she wanted to be the unique one, both Yang Feilong's only sister and his girlfriend.
Yang Qingqing had always been the most special one in Yang Feilong's heart, so he naturally wanted to give her an extraordinary kind of love.
"Hehe," Yang Feilong looked at his sister's exquisite face and couldn't resist kissing her.
And then he kissed her again.
Seeing her brother so captivated by her, Yang Qingqing was also very happy, and then she said, "Husband, kiss me."
Yang Feilong then engaged in a passionate French kiss with her.
Of course, his hands were not idle either.
Yang Qingqing once again began to play with the 'snake,' and she was surprised to find that her brother was indeed a man of extraordinary talent. He had recovered so quickly, and he seemed even more excited than before.
No wonder he had so many girlfriends and managed to keep them all in harmony; his stamina was truly impressive.
This was truly a blessing for women.
However, the thought of sharing her brother's love with so many others made her feel a little uncomfortable. But then, remembering that she would receive his unique love as a sister, she felt a surge of joy. In her brother's heart, she was likely unmatched, especially given her status. His other girlfriends would have to curry favor with her too.
Otherwise, hmph, she, Yang Qingqing, was not to be trifled with!
Her sister's small hands were soft and boneless, and her little feet were also delicate and beautiful.
"My hands are numb, let's use my feet!"
"You can do that too?"
"I read it in a book," Yang Qingqing said with a shy smile. "Brother-husband, do you want me to?"
"Yes."
Yang Qingqing used both her hands and feet, truly allowing Yang Feilong to enjoy himself. He felt even more tender affection for his sister. Although they weren't truly having intercourse, the feeling for Yang Feilong was no less intense than the real thing. Moreover, with the added dimension of Yang Qingqing's and his own special identities, it was even more... so.
However, Yang Feilong did not take Yang Qingqing's virginity. Firstly, Yang Qingqing was not yet fully ready. Secondly, in Yang Feilong's opinion, Yang Qingqing had only just turned eighteen a few months ago, and her body had not fully developed. If they were to have relations now, it might not be beneficial for her. Thirdly, Yang Feilong wanted to teach Yang Qingqing cultivation.
Of course, the path of cultivation would depend on Yang Qingqing's physique and her own choices.
After a night of toiling, Yang Feilong felt invigorated, while Yang Qingqing, exhausted, lay sleeping soundly in his arms.
At this moment, neither Yang Feilong nor Yang Qingqing were wearing any clothes.
They had both shed their intimate apparel in the middle of the night as it was too much of a hindrance.
Looking at the fair mounds, Yang Feilong couldn't help but swallow. Although he had indulged many times last night, seeing them again in the morning made him crave more. However, worried about disturbing Yang Qingqing's rest, he restrained himself.
Holding Yang Qingqing tightly, gazing at her delicate and perfect face, Yang Feilong felt an ever-increasing tenderness. He gently sniffed her pleasant-smelling hair and closed his eyes.
He also liked this gentle affection.
Yang Qingqing woke up, roused by a burning sensation. Seeing her brother holding her, she smiled sweetly and then shyly asked, "Does brother want more?"
"No, it's already late morning. We'll have to get up and eat soon," Yang Feilong chuckled dryly and squeezed her soft cheek.
"As your sister-wife, how can I let brother-husband endure his desires?" Yang Qingqing giggled, then lowered her body, burrowing beneath the covers.
"Hiss!" Yang Feilong couldn't help but gasp.
He never expected his sister to be so proactive, not just with her hands, but with her mouth too.
He truly couldn't handle it.
After a long while, Yang Qingqing emerged from beneath the covers, sated and content, her face radiating a different kind of beauty. She smiled enchantedly, "Brother-husband, do you like this surprise?"
Yang Feilong, now in a post-coital calm, held his sister and smiled with utter satisfaction, "En, I like it, I super like it."