Maya frowned and stopped what she was doing.
“Who said that?
Your coworkers?”
Morgan nodded.
Maya grew serious.
“What else did they teach you?”
‘She could almost picture it: those people teasing Morgan, asking about his life with her, mixing in some lewd suggestions and taunts.’
Her expression made Morgan afraid to say anything more.
‘Those people had asked him if he’d ever touched Maya.
They even asked if they kissed…’
‘He didn’t really understand, but his gut told him these were all very embarrassing things.
If his sister knew, she would be unhappy.’
He lied.
“Nothing!
They didn’t teach me anything!”
Maya’s voice was sharp.
“The truth!”
The thing Morgan feared most was Maya getting angry.
He could only answer in a small voice, “They asked me…
if I’ve kissed you, if I’ve slept with you…”
Maya’s chest heaved, and she was seething with anger.
“Anything else?”
Morgan began to shake his head.
Maya gritted her teeth.
“Next time they say that stuff, you tell them—’Fuck your mom’!
Got it?”
Morgan, only half-understanding, said, “Got it.”
Maya felt a playful urge to tease him.
“Let me hear you say it.”
Morgan turned to look at her, his voice very quiet.
“Fuck your mom…”
Maya barked, “Louder!
With some attitude!”
Morgan’s voice got a little louder.
“Fuck your mom!”
Maya nodded in satisfaction and continued his massage.
“Morgan, we can’t let other people bully us, so we have to be a little fierce!
A lot of people bully the weak and fear the strong.
If you act fierce, they’ll back off.
If you’re too soft, they’ll walk all over you.”
She stood up.
“Okay, that’s enough.
You sleep in the bed.
I’ll take the sofa tonight.”
Morgan sat up, protesting, “No, I don’t want my sister sleeping on the sofa.”
Maya glanced at her five-foot-wide bed and hesitated.
“Then you sleep on the inside, and I’ll sleep on the outside.
If you dare touch me, I’ll chop your hands off.”
Morgan nodded repeatedly, his heart filled with a profound sweetness.
That was until he saw Maya grab a kitchen cleaver and place it by the bed.
He swallowed hard, frightened.
“Sister, are you really going to chop me up?”
A dangerous smile played on Maya’s lips as she threatened him, “If you dare to touch me, of course you’ll be chopped up.”
Morgan quickly scooted further in, pressing his back tightly against the wall.
“I promise I won’t touch you!”
Maya was tired from the long day, too.
She lay down right away.
“Go to sleep.
Stop chattering.”
‘They had been living together for so long; she knew Morgan.
The man cherished her and was very obedient.
If she said not to touch, he wouldn’t touch.’
‘She trusted him.’
But…
The next morning, Maya woke up in Morgan’s arms!
The man’s broad chest, his perfect jawline, his princely sleeping face—all right before Maya’s eyes.
At first, she thought she was dreaming, and she quietly admired the view for two seconds before realizing something was wrong.
She slapped the still-sleeping Morgan right across the face!
“Morgan!
You’ve got some nerve!
What did I tell you last night?
You didn’t just touch me, you dared to hold me in your sleep!”
The slap dazed Morgan, waking him up instantly.
He sat up after her, feeling incredibly wronged.
“Sister, I didn’t move.
It was you…”
He pointed to the empty half of the bed on the outer side.
Maya took a look.
Morgan was still dutifully pressed against the wall, while she, on the other hand, had long since crossed the line…
Huh?
Her face burned.
She wanted to find a hole to crawl into…
‘Not only did I crawl into his arms, I even gave him a harsh scolding.
That seems a little excessive.’
She immediately put on a shameless, beaming smile and scooted closer, stroking the cheek she had just slapped.
“I’m sorry, I misunderstood you.
Does it hurt?
Let your sister blow on it to make it feel better.”
As she spoke, she actually puckered her lips and made a show of blowing on Morgan’s face.
Morgan, still feeling deeply wronged, protested in a small voice, “Sister, next time you hit me, can you do it a little more gently…?”
Maya promised, “There won’t be a next time.
I’m sorry, hehe.”
‘To be honest, she’d slept pretty well in Morgan’s arms last night.
The little fool might not have much going on upstairs, but his physique was first-rate.
Any way you looked at it, she was the one who’d taken advantage of him.’
A romantic notion flickered in her heart, but she said with a perfectly straight face, “Tonight, if I move over again in my sleep, just push me away, got it?”
Morgan’s eyes lit up.
‘Sister is going to sleep with me again tonight?!’
“Okay!
I’ll definitely push sister away!”
Having held his soft, sweet-smelling sister in his arms all night, Morgan spent the entire next day at work lost in daydreams.
A man’s voice called out, making Morgan turn his head.
“Hey, little fool.
You’re pretty famous now, huh?”
It was Luke Larkin!
The man who had bullied Maya at her apartment!
The color drained from Morgan’s face.
His fists clenched, and an unfamiliar, sinister glint appeared in his eyes.
He stared daggers at Luke Larkin, looking ready to throw a punch at any second.
Luke Larkin had been beaten ruthlessly by him before, and meeting his gaze now sent an unbidden chill through him.
He cleared his throat and said, “Wash my car properly, or I’ll file a complaint!”
Morgan’s voice was cold.
“I’m not washing your car!”
Luke Larkin put his hands on his hips.
“Oh yeah?
Well I’m specifically requesting you to wash it!”
The proprietress had already come out to greet him.
“Oh, Mr.
Larkin, you’re here!
Please, come rest inside.
Are we doing maintenance or just a wash today?”
Luke Larkin jutted out his chin.
“Have the little fool wash it.”
The proprietress immediately ordered Morgan, “Carter, give Mr.
Larkin’s car a good, clean wash.”
Morgan repeated himself.
“I’m not washing his car!”
He was usually so obedient.
His refusal made the proprietress stare at him in surprise.
“Hey, I told you to wash it, so wash it!
Cut the crap!
Either do your job or get out!”
Her promotional video, which had gone viral, was suddenly taken down by the platform.
The official reason was a violation for using a person with disabilities to generate traffic.
Now, the online appointments had dried up, and a flood of comments condemned her for her dirty money-making scheme.
She was fuming internally.
The handsome little fool was a good gimmick for attracting business, but at the end of the day, he was just a manual laborer who washed cars.
He couldn’t upsell products, and a full day of his hard work didn’t bring much profit to the shop.
Naturally, he was starting to lose his value in her eyes.
Hearing he might have to leave, Morgan backed down.
He had no choice but to serve Luke Larkin, a man he utterly detested.
He followed the procedure, quickly hosing down and scrubbing the car.
He was done in ten minutes and moved on to the next vehicle.
Half an hour later, Luke Larkin and the proprietress emerged from the lounge, chatting and laughing.
“Well now, little fool, it looks pretty clean.
Seems you’re well-suited for this kind of menial labor.”
Luke Larkin walked a circle around the car, then his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted, “This car is brand new, I just got it a month ago!
And you managed to damage it while washing it!
Do you have any idea this car is worth hundreds of thousands?
Pay up!”