In fact, this is not the first time Xue Xi has recited Zhou Yizhi.
In her last life, she was doing military training in college, standing under the scorching sun, her fair skin was burned. Her body was delicate, and she couldn't bear the high temperature and passed out. At that time, she had a quarrel with her family, and the school start materials should have been delivered to her by the housekeeper, but Xue Xi took the initiative to take the materials from the housekeeper and found an excuse to send them to her. He walked under the shade of a tree and just happened to bump into it.
Zhou Yizhi's classmates didn't see clearly what happened, they just saw a tall and handsome boy who didn't wear military training uniform rushed over and sent Zhou Yizhi to the infirmary.
And when Zhou Yizhi was fed some sugar water by the doctor and lay down in a daze for a while, after waking up, the boy had already handed over a copy of the materials to her class teacher and left.
It felt very different then than it does now.
At that time, the hot air of the scorching heat and the hissing of cicadas drilled into my head together, and I didn't care about anything. I was carrying her on my back, my legs were running fast, sweating profusely, and I only cared about stopping two people on the road. Student, where is the infirmary.
After putting her down, he didn't want to stay too long. Seeing her complexion improved, he had no choice but to leave.
But at this time.
She was covered with the sweet aroma of cake cream, and the smell of red wine was like a refreshing breeze, blowing gently on his ears one by one.
The cartilage of Xue Xi's auricle was like being electrified.
The hands gripping her thighs tightened.
His throat was hoarse, he tried his best to gather his mind, sent people up, and continued to walk upstairs until his back was steadied.
The person on the back was still not very honest, after pecking his earlobe, both hands still wrapped his neck around his neck, and exhaled softly at him.
Xue Xi lowered his voice: "Don't make trouble."
Zhou Yizhi grinned, the more she saw the redness of his ears, the more intense was her desire to play tricks. It was as if he was eager to prove that his reincarnated self still had a fatal attraction to his brother. Resting her head on his shoulder, she kissed his earlobe again and again.
Thin and dense, like a butterfly landing in that place, it flutters down, fleeting.
The electric shock brought by it is like ink dripping into the rice paper, expanding circle by circle.
Then, she could feel her brother's body tightening even more.
His throat rolled up and down, as if he was a little impatient, he quickened his pace, striding towards her room with her on his back.
Xue Xi can now confirm that Zhou Yizhi is indeed drunk.
Kiss yourself for the first time, maybe by accident.
She actually kissed many times intermittently.
This is not drunk what is it
Still quite drunk.
In her previous life, Xue Xi knew that Zhou Yizhi was a good drinker, and she also heard it from Zhou Du, but now it seems that she can drink only one glass. Never let her drink in front of people in the future. Xue Xi frowned and thought, wondering who had drunk with her in the last life.
Zhou Yizhi didn't know Xue Xi's thoughts, but felt that he was put on the bed.
She wasn't really drunk, she couldn't soften into mud all over, subconsciously grabbed her brother by the collar: "Brother, what are you doing?"
Xue Xi was almost strangled to death, he barely turned around and supported her waist, and only after she fell on the bed, he took back his collar from her grasping hand.
He stood up, straightened the crooked neckline she had dragged, not daring to look at her, stared at the mural on the wall, and said a little awkwardly: "You can't take a bath within 30 minutes after drinking, I'll cover you first." Good quilt, why don't you sleep for a while?"
"What about you?" Zhou Yizhi pretended to be drunk and dedicated: "You seem to have two heads."
Xue Xi: ...
Xue Xi couldn't help looking down at her.
The eyes of the person on the bed were shining with water, looking at him a bit hazyly, and there was also a bit of water on his lips. There was an involuntary blush on her cheeks. It seems that he is really drunk. I don't know if he is thinking of him as a father, a housekeeper, or Aunt He.
"I'm going to make hangover soup, I'll bring it up later, let you drink some, okay?" Xue Xi asked, walked to the edge of the bed, bent slightly, and gave Zhou Yizhi the half-slipper left on his foot He took it off and placed it neatly beside the bed, then picked her up horizontally, moved her up, and let her head fall on the pillow.
Zhou Yizhi felt very comfortable, squinted his eyes, and tilted his head to look at his brother.
When Xue Xi leaned over, his eyes fell on her face for a second, the distance was too close, and he held his breath slightly.
He straightened up quickly, somewhat hastily.
"Is it cold?" Xue Xi asked.
Zhou Yizhi murmured, "It's not cold."
But Xue Xi still turned up the heat, and then pulled the quilt from the side over and covered her body, tucking the four corners.
"Then I'll go downstairs first, you rest for a while." Xue Xi said to Zhou Yizhi, turning around to leave the room.
But before he reached the door, there was the sound of kicking the quilt suddenly on the bed. He turned around and saw Zhou Yizhi kicking the quilt like a sandbag, and the quilt was crumpled under her body. Drunk, he actually licked the water on his lips, and continued to mend the quilt not to be outdone.
The entire quilt was kicked to the edge of the bed.
She looked straight at him, then murmured: "Cold."
"..." Xue Xi walked back somewhat helplessly, and covered her again with the crumpled quilt, still tucking the four corners, squatting beside the bed and said to her, "Don't kick the quilt when it's cold."
Zhou Yizhi, who hid his chin under the quilt and only exposed half of his head, stared at him without blinking, and nodded obediently.
Xue Xi couldn't hold back, and reached out to stroke her slightly messy long hair.
Anyway, she was drunk—
Xue Xi thought to himself.
So I rubbed it again.
Zhou Yizhi looked at him, wanted to laugh, but held back, so what was brother doing while he was drunk? Take advantage of your own head
Zhou Yizhi stared at him, suddenly a little excited, would he do something else exciting while he was drunk? !
Like kissing yourself or something.
Then you can catch him on the spot and he likes himself.
but.
After Xue Xi messed up her hair, he stood up and walked out.
Zhou Yizhi's heart was broken immediately, it was just his brother's feelings for his sister.
So she kicked the quilt away again.
This time the quilt was kicked directly to the ground.
Xue Xi who walked to the door had no choice but to turn around again: "..."
"Half an hour has passed! I want to take a bath! I feel bad!" The drunken Zhou Yizhi rolled around on the bed, ravaging the bed like a rotten leaf. Seeing her almost fall off the bed, Xue Xi walked quickly Walked back and blocked the bed in time. Then he felt a sudden tightening around his waist, and the drunken girl on the bed suddenly hugged his waist tightly.
She raised her head, was so drunk that she was a little unconscious, and cried: "Brother, I want to take a bath."
She pressed her face against Xue Xi's firm belly, which was soft and hot, and scolded Xue Xi for not letting her take a bath, sobbing.
Xue Xi was not feeling well, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket at a loss, but the mobile phone was still downstairs, he asked gently: "Can I ask Aunt He to come back and wash it for you? let go."
He tried to break Zhou Yizhi apart, afraid of using too much strength, but Zhou Yizhi wrapped his arms around his waist and refused to let him go.
"Aunt He?! No way." Zhou Yizhi played a rogue, raised his head and squinted his eyes and looked at him: "How long will it take, I think you are sincere in not letting me take a bath."
Xue Xi never expected that Zhou Yizhi would look like this when he was drunk. He blushed slightly and stroked her hair: "But I can't wash it for you."
Zhou Yizhi looked at the young man's red ears and embarrassed expression, wanted to laugh, but tried to hold back, she continued to pester him, looking up at him sadly: "Why?"
Xue Xi couldn't tell why for a long time.
"Genders are different." He said hoarsely, not daring to look at Zhou Yizhi's face.
Very good, Zhou Yizhi thought, at least my brother knew that the two of them were of different genders, so at least he didn't treat her as a brother, but as a developing young girl.
Zhou Yizhi suddenly knelt and sat up on the bed. Because she got up suddenly, her eyes darkened and she was a little unsteady. Xue Xi helped her, and she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around the boy's neck, forcing the boy to bend slightly. The shirt is a little messed up.
Xue Xi felt hot and stiff all over, so he turned his head to look elsewhere.
Zhou Yizhi pulled his neck down, Xue Xi lowered his head, saw that her knees were taken away from the bed by him, so he had to bend down a little more. But in this way, the distance between the tips of their noses is very close, and their breaths are intertwined.
"Then do you think I'm pretty?" The drunken girl stared at him, cupped his face with both hands, and actually asked him this question.
Xue Xi's Adam's apple rolled.
He looked down at her.
The white and clean face is impeccably delicate, and the pair of black eyes reveal a bit of sly even when drunk, the lips are habitually raised, but there is an arrogance that rejects people thousands of miles away. More than just good-looking. To Xue Xi, she was like a beautiful little rose, but she was shrouded in a delicate glass cover, keeping him far away and not allowing him to approach.
In the last life, he stood behind her without any distracting thoughts in his mind, but she still bared her teeth and claws, expanding her glass cover and occupying her territory.
Xue Xi didn't know how to answer this question.
But he had already heard his slightly hoarse voice: "Pretty."
Zhou Yizhi hugged his waist, seemed very satisfied, and smiled at him.
For Xue Xi, this is a kind of transgression.
No matter how beautiful the rose is, it is not for him to bloom.
He was tense all over, and when he collected his mind, he wanted to loosen her hand gently.
But then she stared at him and asked lightly, "Then you, do you only think of me as your younger sister?"
Xue Xi's pitch-black eyelashes twitched, as if his mind had been exposed, and his blood rushed quickly. His heart was beating like a drum, and he gradually covered all the sounds. Afraid that Zhou Yizhi would hear him, he couldn't help taking a step back, but Zhou Yizhi was still hugging his waist and looking up at him, so he couldn't retreat very far .
He held his breath and looked down at Zhou Yizhi.
Zhou Yizhi was very nervous.
Subtle temptations are undercurrents.
She continued to pretend to be drunk and blinked innocently: "It's uncomfortable, I need to take a bath... If you just treat me as a younger sister... it doesn't matter if you close your eyes and help me take a bath, right?"
Xue Xi: ...
Zhou Yizhi softly begged him: "Brother, help me take a bath."