Can Someone Please Go After My Sister!?!?! - Chapter 9

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Sister's heart is like a needle in the sea

"Are you satisfied with this?"

"How could that be? Push harder! Keep pushing harder!"

"Can you bear it?"

"Ah...harder...yes, that's right, it feels good...mm..."

My sister hummed with a nasal sound, like a cat that was lying in bed. I was sweating profusely and exerting force on my back...

Anyone who has wrong thoughts should go and face the wall!

I was just massaging her.

Yes, it was a real massage. After a hard day at get off work, the brother came home and gave her a massage to make amends! What is this? A slave society?

"Are you okay, Miss Taoyao?" I wiped the sweat off my forehead with a wry smile.

My sister squinted her eyes and turned to look at me, with an expression as if she had eaten a cockroach in her dish: "Are you kidding? Look at your service attitude! Where is your professional smile? Keep pressing with your fingers!"

I slapped her hard on the butt with my hand.

My sister screamed, turned around quickly, covered her chest with her hands, and looked at me unfriendlyly: "What are you doing! Sexual harassment?" Her ears turned slightly red.

"Although I was just joking with you, you can't order me around like that, right?" I put my hands on my hips angrily, "My brother works hard to support the family!"

"Work? What are you doing with that woman?" She narrowed her eyes, like a cat before getting angry.

I immediately wilted. Indeed, it seemed that, well... but being in the adult entertainment industry should also be considered a job, right?

"There's clearly something fishy going on!" My sister covered her buttocks, and for some reason her tone sounded aggrieved. "Can you find another job? I don't want to see you hanging out with that witch!"

Witch? I was so angry that my nose was crooked. I am just a performance artist and a book illustrator. I gave your brother a lot of benefits for nothing... But you, you are the one who tortures me all day long.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but blurt out: "You, on the other hand, occasionally act cute and give out benefits, sister number one."

'Sister No. 1' almost jumped up from the bed, and threw pillows and other things at my head: "I'm going to beat you to death, you pervert? You want underwear, right? Here! Here, all for you!" Her face turned red, and she picked up the underwear and threw it at my head.

"Don't touch that pile! I just washed it! That one is not allowed either!" I suddenly felt a little sad. Even though I was being beaten, I still had to stay where I was and stop her from destroying things that should not be touched.

My current situation is a bit embarrassing: holding a pile of colorful and fancy underwear in my hands, even with one hanging on my ear, and I have to stare at her pitifully, preventing her from throwing the washed clothes around from time to time.

My sister looked at me for a few seconds, then suddenly turned her head away as if she was trying to hold back her laughter.

"Have you had enough?" I stared at her suspiciously, tiptoeing to put down the things in my hands. "Don't throw them away. These are all washed! How unhygienic."

"Brother..." Her voice sounded a little funny and hesitant, "Am I really that annoying?"

I suddenly choked. Yes, of course, you are the epitome of trouble and destruction.

I wanted to say that, but seeing something else flickering in her eyes, I couldn't say a word.

"Why do you ask?" My tone calmed down and I sat down quietly beside her bed.

"Why do you call her sister? Why did you bring her back?" The sister hugged the pillow, her eyes a little dazed.

"What are you afraid of? Even if she...becomes my girlfriend, it's not against the law, right?"

"No." My sister suddenly became anxious and grabbed the edge of the pillow tightly. "I said no, it's just no."

"Why? You have to have a reason."

My sister seemed to be choked for a moment, and after holding it in for a long time, she finally remembered what to say: "She is obviously the same age as me!"

"Is it not okay if she's the same age as you? There are people who marry people who are ten years younger."

"Of course not if she's the same age as me!" Her mouth seemed to suddenly become clumsy, and it was a world away from her thoughts. "She's obviously... about the same age as me, so why can she be your girlfriend?"

"Bah!" I laughed. "What's the age? According to the law, you can be the one."

In an instant, I realized that I had said something wrong, but my mind went blank and I didn't know how to correct it. I saw my sister suddenly lowered her head and remained silent.

"Uh, I was just kidding, that's what I meant, I hope you understand."

My sister didn't say anything, she just pursed her lips tightly, seeming to be extremely annoyed, and as if she wanted to do something but was expressly forbidden, and she had the aura of becoming angry.

"It's okay. Marriage and other things are for the future." I tried my best to resolve the unknown crisis. "Look, even if I get married in the future, you are still my sister. Unless you get married, we still share the same household registration book. We are a family, hahaha..."

I laughed dryly, but my sister's expression became more and more depressed. She got up from the bed, hugged the pillow and walked silently to the door.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened?"

"Idiot!" She seemed a little annoyed. "I'm going to watch TV. Clean up the place for me!"

What... It's really inexplicable. What's there to be unhappy about? Tao Yao's dislike for Liu Qingxu was just a temporary emotion. She couldn't even make such a joke. She was indeed a child.

(There’s nothing we can do about it, sometimes our boys’ thinking is just so weird)

I sighed and started to clean the girl's room. Suddenly, a sentence suddenly rang in my mind.

"Your sister has hidden many siblings' notebooks in her room."

No way... After all, this is a plot from novels and comics - I guess that girl said that just to excite me.

That's right. While I was cleaning the room, I searched under the bed, in the closet and other suspicious places.

But the house looked exactly as it had been cleaned countless times before, with nothing unusual.

As expected. I am such an upright person, my sister's values must not be much different. After all, there are girls who like those things, but my sister is a demon born to torture me. She is even unwilling to let me go a little bit, let alone a brother complex.

I finished cleaning the room and was about to leave. Suddenly, a book thrown in the corner caught my eye.

Could this be? No, it must not be...

I muttered to myself, picked it up carefully, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The stone in my heart finally fell to the bottom - it was just an ordinary tutorial book.

What's wrong with this girl? She usually cherishes books and won't throw them away randomly.

In fact, the only thing in her room that didn't need to be cleaned was the bookcase. The books were neatly stacked by category and in alphabetical order, almost comparable to a small library.

I struggled to push aside the pile of books and tried to stuff the reference book in, but my hands shook and I accidentally dropped a row of books onto the floor.

Really, my clumsy hands are hopeless. I frowned and picked up reference books one by one and put them back on the shelf...but something seemed wrong with the feel of this book?

The cover seems a bit fragile...

I shook it gently, and unexpectedly, the cover of that ordinary-looking high school math book just fell off!

I had a bad feeling in my heart. I looked at the book in my hand. The cover had completely changed. There was a line of big words on it: