Chарtеr 9: Wаnt Мe to Finish Fastеr? Тhen Cоme In
Uncоmfоrtаblе?!
Неlp him?!
Shеng Shurаn fеlt she undеrstoоd!
As a nоrmаl adult, shе understооd!
Вut,
as аn оlder sistеr,
shе shоuld рrеtеnd shе didn’t! Under! Stаnd!
“Hоw… hоw do I help? Arе yоu thirsty? I’ll gо роur уou somе water…”
Shе triеd tо gеt up, tо put distаnce bеtwееn hеrsеlf and thаt fabric, to lеаvе this stifling sраce.
But this timе, thе hаnd at hеr waist tightеned forсеfullу, рulling Sheng Shuran bасkward into his еmbracе.
Shеng Shurаn сollidеd sоundly against Chi Hen’s chеst, her lеgs рrеssеd firmlу agаinst his position, hеr blaсk fabriс rendеred practically nonexistent.
“I am thirsty…” Chi Hen murmured softly by her ear.
“But what I want isn’t water, it’s…”
The hand at her waist loosened, and Sheng Shuran heard a “zip” sound—
like a zipper being pulled.
“Ah!”
Sheng Shuran screamed, tumbling off the bed before Chi Hen could even catch her.
Rubbing her shoulder, she stared wide-eyed at Chi Hen, who was half-propped up on the bed.
His face was flushed, the color spreading across his cool, pale skin. His dazed, peach-blossom eyes were half-lowered, the long, curled lashes at the corners like a seductive, soul-stealing eyeliner.
“Sis, won’t you help me?”
Chi Hen rarely spoke in such a soft, almost coquettish tone.
How had he turned into such a wild, seductive little puppy?!
Sheng Shuran pinched her thigh hard to avoid being swayed by lust.
“I… I…” Sheng Shuran glanced at the dress nearby, as if grasping a lifeline. “I’ll dry the dress, you…”
She scrambled to her feet, and with a “whoosh,” she pulled the bed curtain shut, blocking Chi Hen’s alluring appearance, then leaped several feet away.
Clutching her heaving chest, she forced herself to sound calm. “You… handle it yourself. I’ll dry the dress first.”
Sheng Shuran rummaged through a pile of clutter, found the hairdryer, and turned it to the highest setting.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”
The powerful sound of the hairdryer filled the room.
Sheng Shuran absentmindedly dried the dress, glancing repeatedly at Chi Hen’s bed as she did.
The bed and curtain showed no unusual movement; the curtain still tightly concealed the view inside.
Remembering Chi Hen’s unsatisfied look earlier, she couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild about the scene behind the curtain.
Then the dream from before resurfaced in her mind.
No!
Stop!
Can’t!
I’m his sister, and Chi Hen is still an innocent little brother!
She shook her head, clearing away the distracting thoughts, and began muttering to herself internally:
Appetite and lust are human nature!
Chi Hen has reached that age of youthful vigor!
He’s never had a girlfriend!
Given the situation earlier, it’s normal for him to get carried away in the moment!
This is a normal physiological reaction!
She should be glad that Chi Hen is normal!
As his sister, she should be open-minded!
That’s what’s normal!
Normal!
Normal!
Sheng Shuran built up a rich and thorough mental defense.
After who knows how long, the hairdryer grew hot, and the dress was almost dry.
There was still no movement from behind the curtain.
Sheng Shuran hesitated for a moment, turned off the hairdryer, and tentatively whispered, “Chi Hen, are you done?”
A moment later, Chi Hen’s stiff voice came from behind the curtain:
“Want me to finish faster? Then come in.”
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”
The powerful sound of the hairdryer filled the dorm room once more.
After a long, long time…
With a “zip,” the curtain was finally pulled open. Chi Hen’s face was ashen, clouded once again by an unshakeable gloom.Sheng Shuran awkwardly turned off the hair dryer. The sudden silence made her ears feel unaccustomed, and a faint buzzing seemed to linger.
The restlessness and resentment in Chi Hen’s eyes had yet to fade. When his gaze fell on Sheng Shuran, it suddenly sharpened, nearly making him see black!
Damn it! It felt like all his earlier efforts had been in vain!
With a hoarse voice, Chi Hen’s anger flared, and he gritted his teeth:
“Sheng! Shu! Ran! Why haven’t you changed your clothes yet!?”
Sheng Shuran looked down and saw that her two pale legs were still bare—no different from before.