The younger sister pretends to be hypnotized, and her older brother gets addicted.

Ten minutes ago, Ruan Yang woke up in the middle of the night.

Jiang Zhaozhao felt wronged today and came to her to sleep.

Ruan Yang originally intended to coax him to sleep, so she went to supervise her brother's sleep.

As a result, Zhao Zhao fell asleep, and she fell asleep too.

In the middle of the night, she woke up with a start, dreaming again of Jiang Yanci's car accident.

She immediately got out of bed and went to her brother's room to see if Jiang Yanci was asleep.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Jiang Yanci lying on the bed in a bathrobe, his collar open, his face pale and sickly.

Ruan Yang was startled.

My brother is always well-behaved and never sleeps in a yukata. Could something have happened?

Ruan Yang burst into tears and quickly moved to the bedside to check her brother's breathing.

turn out……

My brother isn't breathing!

She was terrified. She climbed onto the bed, leaned over, and pressed her ear against his open chest to listen to his heartbeat.

She heard strong heartbeats, which made her ears throb.

Like a monster that has been suppressed for a long time, it is about to break free of its cage.

My brother is still alive.

Ruan Yang breathed a long sigh of relief.

It seems that not snoring while sleeping isn't good either.

It's hard to tell whether they're asleep or dead.

Perhaps Ruan Yang's movements were too large, for when she lifted her head from Jiang Yanci's chest, she met his dark, thick eyes in the night.

Ruan Yang paused, about to explain the misunderstanding.

But Jiang Yanci suddenly raised his hand, his large palm cupped the back of her head, and kissed her.

Ruan Yang's body stiffened, and a sob escaped her lips.

Did your brother think it was a dream...?

In his dream, who did he identify as?

Ruan Yang was full of questions, but she dared not make a sound, afraid that if her brother woke up, it would be awkward for both of them.

...They'll kiss for a while, then they'll probably stop, right?

Ruan Yang clenched her fingers tightly.

She and Jiang Zhuo had always had a very immature, elementary-age romance. Jiang Zhuo's most frequent behavior was being sarcastic and saying that she was no good at this or that.

Let alone a kiss.

Even when they held hands, it was only a handful of times.

Ruan Yang's definition of kissing was limited to the time she accidentally touched lips with her older brother in the practice room.

But today's kiss completely overturned the previous definition.

She couldn't escape as Jiang Yanci's large palm pressed down on the back of her head.

His other large hand pressed down on her lower back, his strong arms holding her tightly in his arms, preventing her from moving.

Under the cover of night, Jiang Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to devour her whole and dismember her.

Instantly, all the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks, making Ruan Yang feel as if she were burning up.

"No, no..."

She couldn't take it anymore, and a soft protest escaped her lips.

But before she could finish speaking, her subsequent protest was silenced.

Ruan Yang was kissed so hard she whimpered and tears streamed down her face.

Even more shameful is...

The older brother had his eyes closed, and she slumped against him.

It was as if she were forcibly kissing her sleeping older brother.

That's not how it works...

and many more……

She felt a burning sensation at her waist; it was her older brother's hand slipping under her rolled-up pajamas and inside her waist.

She paused, a sense of unease creeping into her heart.

wrong……

This doesn't look like a simple kiss.

Ruan Yang's heart pounded like a drum, and she wanted to turn her head away.

But Jiang Yanci became more and more adept at it the closer they got to each other.

He rolled over and pinned her to the bed.

Her half-closed eyes opened, her dark, thick pupils reflecting her plump lips.

Very nice.

He was itching with desire.

Since it's a dream, why endure it?

"It hurts..." she whimpered softly.

"Where does it hurt?"

"……Tongue."

He raised his hand and grasped her chin. "Let me see."

Ruan Yang felt ashamed and refused to open her mouth.

The next second, a large hand forcefully pinched her chin, and two fingers probed into her lips, capturing her evasive tongue.

Ruan Yang opened her eyes wide.

Like a frightened little animal.

My little sister in my dream is so sweet.

Jiang Yanci breathed heavily and kissed those soft lips fiercely.

"Well……"

Whenever Ruan Yang's tongue went numb and he wanted to close his mouth, he would chase after him.

His rough, long thumb and forefinger gently tapped her cheeks, forcing her tender lips to open.

At first, Jiang Yanci's kisses were completely haphazard.

But gradually, his lips and tongue became more and more agile, and Ruan Yang was kissed so much that she couldn't breathe, and tears streamed down her face.

The person who would usually comfort her gently when she cried became even more agitated when she saw her tears now.

Ruan Yang could clearly feel the taut, burning muscles, the warmth of a mature man emanating from his body through her pajamas.

My mouth no longer feels like my own.

My tongue no longer feels like my own.

Jiang Yanci's breathing grew more and more rapid in her ears, sounding like thunder in spring to Ruan Yang.

Each breath made her heart pound, and a strange, unfamiliar feeling spread through her body like an electric current.

She lay paralyzed on the bed, like the damp, misty sky of the rainy season.

It's like a fish being scalded in boiling water; no matter how it swims, it can't reach the end.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Yanci finally released her lips.

In the dim light, he saw the little girl's swollen lips, trembling pitifully, moistened by his kisses.

It was just like that time in his bed when he was watching a movie and licking a lollipop.

That's when he decided to do it.

The little girl beneath him looked at him with teary eyes, her dark hair clinging to her slender neck, looking incredibly docile.

Her clear, watery eyes looked pitiful, yet when he lowered his head to ask for a kiss, she obediently opened her mouth.

It really was a dream.

Only in her dreams, when she is bullied like this by herself, does she not fight back.

So well-behaved.

This sparked even more wicked thoughts in him.

He wanted more.