I really don't want to be reborn.

Kyosuke Kosaka didn't look at her, nor did he look in the direction she was pointing.

He was looking across the street.

The girl across the street smiled gently and waved to him from across the street.

The younger sister, Sinon, who was carrying a large bag of things, said with some dissatisfaction: "Brother-in-law is on a date with another girl. Look at how considerate he is, I seriously doubt whether he treats all girls the same way?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at her younger sister in surprise.

Xiao Shi raised her eyebrows, showing no fear: "Am I wrong?"

"No, it's just the first time I've heard Sinon speak in such a long sentence. I always thought your brain was overloaded with punctuation marks."

"..."

Sinon remained silent after being verbally attacked by her favorite older sister.

Kasumigaoka Utaha added softly, "What I like is never what he embodies in terms of universal values, such as a kind and polite attitude, a gentle and humorous way of speaking, or dressing appropriately and cleanly."

“I don’t hate those things, but it’s not true to say that I like them because of them.”

Which ones are they?

Across the street, Kyosuke Kousaka is saying something similar to the black cat.

"The Kasumigaoka Utaha I love is an awkward lunatic, a freak in the eyes of normal people, the soil beneath a rose, and the cassia tree on the moon."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, I don't need a reason, I just like her."

The black cat squatted down dejectedly and hugged its head.

Sorry, sow.

Even if we fight side by side, it seems like we still can't win.

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Today I accompanied my parents to visit the famous Baoguang Temple in Chengdu. The five hundred Arhats in the Naked Han Hall were truly magnificent.

Chapter Nine: A Traveling Wild Goose, A Deep and Unwavering Affection

The sound of waves came from the shore.

It's shaking, is it an earthquake?

She felt that the faint sound in her ear was like the static on a television screen without a signal—a signal that was not understood.

Sometimes near, sometimes far.

Someone was sitting next to her.

Watch her quietly.

His fingers traced across her face; his hands were warm, and even though his palms weren't touching her face, Kirino could feel the warmth.

It seemed as if the other person was holding a handful of hot sand.

She could feel it; his fingers were long and strong.

Was it learned by typing on a keyboard or by playing the piano?

elder brother……

Generally speaking, boys' fingers tend to be longer and more slender.

If a girl's fingers are too long, what kind of man does she need?

Kirino mumbled a dirty joke in her daze, and vaguely remembered a joke her brother had once told her—that masturbation, whether by men or women, is against the laws of biological evolution, otherwise men's hands should be softer and women's fingers should be longer.

That makes so much sense!

That makes so much sense!

Back then, I... well, I blushed and called him a pervert!

I was quite angry at the time.

Because, it seems that I'm the only one in this house who finds solace in watching sibling movies and reading sibling doujinshi.

My breath slowly became hot.

Her face felt a little itchy, and Kirino suddenly felt as if she were exposed to the summer sun, the sunlight stinging her skin. It wasn't until her brother gently stroked her head that her mood gradually calmed down.

"Kirino..."

They are calling her.

If it had been a month ago, and he had called her so gently when she woke up, she would have pretended to be dazed and woken up, taking the opportunity to linger in his arms for a long time before getting up.

But that won't work now...

What are my own thoughts?

Are you still sulking?

She thought so; she was just pitifully sulking.

Even though her brother knew she had distanced himself from her, he was still so gentle with her. So Kirino knew that she was smiling right now.

I'm pretending to be asleep, but I'm actually laughing.

A natural and happy smile radiated from the corners of her lips, which were closed into a thin line.

I love him.

He loves me.

This is memory.

But... it's not necessarily love.

She opened her eyes slightly and vaguely saw her brother's face. The sound of the tide around her rose and fell.

I closed my eyes wearily.

I don't know why I feel so tired.

I admit it, I can't let go of my brother.

I often ask myself, what is it about my brother that I like?

There seem to be so many things I could like, but upon closer inspection, there are far more than that. I'm so stupid, I can't think of anything no matter how hard I try.

What do I like about him?

Is it because he's the older brother that she likes him?

What's the difference between this and those filthy works that sell meat? — So no, she faced and examined her own feelings, and then found that there were no answers at all.

I really like my brother.

She liked him so much that she was afraid of herself.

Kyosuke Kosaka frowned, stroked his sister's face with his palm, and finally touched her forehead again.

His breathing gradually became rapid.

Burning skin without sweating.

A delicate blush rose on her cheeks.

Incoherent ramblings.

I still haven't gotten out of bed...

He came to a general conclusion: "Kirino has caught a cold. Mom, could you ask her for a day off? I'll stay home and take care of her today."

Mom went out to call Kirino's homeroom teacher. Kousaka Kyosuke unbuttoned his sister's pajamas, halfway down, ignoring her pink front armor, and slowly inserted the thermometer into her armpit.

My fingers brushed against the delicate skin on the inside of her arms and the sides of her chest; the feverish girl's skin felt like steaming hot, tender tofu.

Looking at her unconscious state, he felt as if she were a steaming plate of Mapo Tofu.

My stomach, which I just ate breakfast, started to feel a little empty again.

He tidied her messy hair and quietly watched his sister, watching her sick and unconscious, watching her sleep like a begonia in spring, watching her unconscious frowning.

Watching a girl sleep is actually a very enjoyable thing, and watching a younger sister sleep is something that can be enjoyed without restraint, because the innate intimacy allows him to do many outrageous things.

Pinch cheeks.

His fingers traced across her face, as if carving an inscription on someone's tombstone.

My sister is that kind of creature. Usually she's so arrogant and naughty that I wish she'd just disappear, but now she looks so weak and in pain, I just want to hold her in my arms all the time.

Kirino is just that pitiful, and that's what he thinks too.

He pinched her tender cheeks with both hands and gently pulled them to the sides.

She pulled out a wronged expression.

"Kirino..."

Kyosuke Kosaka released his grip and leaned closer, calling out softly.

She gave a muffled "hmm," barely audible, and still didn't react at all.

The expression on her face, seemingly a mixture of joy and sorrow, was a kind of spell that kept him at home.

I carefully lowered my head and placed my hand on my sister's feverish forehead.

Forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

He then moved his lips up and kissed her between the eyebrows, his expression filled with intense tenderness and affection. As for how much unrequited love was contained within those words, only he knew.

The kiss was light and brief, like a dragonfly skimming the water, before it was immediately released. He clutched his chest and frowned again.

A brief moment of joy can fill a long-standing emptiness in one's heart.

However, just like the washing of seawater, when they separate again, the cavity will definitely become even larger.

Kyosuke suppressed the flames that were rising in his heart again and wanted to go out to wash his face with cold water, but he found his sister staring at him with bright eyes.

"..."

"elder brother……"