About my hopeless brother and sister

Song Yixin's smile slowly disappeared, cupped her jaw and said, "Well, yeah, who wouldn't want to attend their own farewell ceremony? But you say that the President is sick?"

"Well..."

"Then I'll go over there at noon and take a look, after all, the Chairman takes good care of me."

Song Yixin sized me up once again, smiled badly, stretched out her salty hand to squeeze the fake breasts, and said, "Qin Feng your breasts are pretty soft."

"Your words and actions aren't what a lady's girl should be doing."

"Spoken as if you're acting like a normal person like this."

Song Yixin smiled as she walked to the door, turned back and said, "Just change your clothes and leave quickly, the chairman will be waiting for you, I'll be there at noon ah. Also, this matter... is a secret between us oh."

Song Yixin, showed me the most humiliating look.

Now, it was my turn.

We, both saw each other, the most unforgiving scene we could ever see.

"Ah...hmm."

"Won't tell anyone oh, don't worry."

"Well...me too..."

Chapter 159 about my coincidental encounter in that supermarket.

"Is there a problem?"

I opened the door and saw the chairman lying on the couch, looking up and asking me.

"I told you not to run around, aren't you physically sick?"

I walked over and touched the Chairman's forehead, it felt better, at least it wasn't as hot. But the president's voice was still very hoarse and he kept coughing. I got up and refilled a cup of hot water for the Chairman, then adjusted the pillow for him and said, "Get some rest, it's nothing serious, it's still perfect."

Well, if a few of the girls didn't end up messing up, then it really was perfect. I still don't know how the four girls recognized me, and I don't think my disguise would have been a problem.

"That's good...thank you, brother."

The would-be president said with a sigh of relief, lying down on the couch.

"Also...didn't do much...um..."

My heartbeat sped up twice and I actually felt my face temperature rise. I turned my head and headed for the kitchen, digressing to say, "What would you like for lunch today?"

"As long as my brother feeds me anything..."

"Then... let's make some porridge, what would you like? Fruit's, or meat's?"

"Of fruit."

"Good."

I nodded and looked at the time, it wasn't time to eat yet. Song Yixin was coming at noon, she was a good cook, or else our efficiency would go up a lot if we did it together, and Song Yixin sacrificed her lunch break, so I had to treat her to a meal anyway.

Thinking of this, I opened the refrigerator, took out a glass of milk and poured myself a glass, looked at my sister who was lying down, walked over, sat down on one side of the sofa, looked at her, and took a sip of iced milk. The would-be president lay quietly on the couch, her eyes closed, perhaps a little hard, her brow furrowed slightly. She was covered with a blanket, her catkin hanging limply to one side, and she didn't look like she was in the mood to turn it off.

I walked over to her and half-kneeled down in front of her, looking up close at the Chairman's perfect, flawless face, the features like a work of art clear and just right. The long black hair flowed quietly like a black stream, and one was a little worried that the rich blackness would drown the world.

The chairman's breathing sounded rhythmically in front of me, like the summer breeze sending the chirping of the cicadas to make people refreshing and comfortable. I stretched out my hand and gently grasped the catkin, the chairman's hand was a little hot because of the illness, but I could still feel the amazing elasticity, the ancients said "soft as bones", now it seems, it really is so.

I held the chairman's hand and carefully parted the long hair in front of the chairman's eyes, and the chairman's eyes fiercely opened, and the crystal clear gem looked at me with a hint of a smile.

"How nice it would be if you were usually as obedient as you are now."

I sighed and whispered.

"So my brother likes obedient and quiet girls? Don't like the usual me?...ahem..."

The president coughed, and said.

"No, it's not a nuisance."

I picked up the glass of water and brought it to the president's mouth, who propped himself up, poked his upper body out of the couch, and carefully took a sip, I shook my head and said, "Don't worry about spilling it, just drink whatever you're comfortable with."

"Hee... I wish my brother was usually this gentle."

The would-be president laughed and lay back down to look at me.

"I've always been the same, I've always been gentle, okay."

I touched the President's forehead and said.

"So, would you like me, brother, if I'm like this all the time?"

The President smiled and closed her eyes, like a dream or a murmur. Was this her prayer or her wish?

I gripped her hand hard and paused, what should my response be at this point? I don't know if the chairman is serious or joking at this point, does the chairman have the energy to joke at this point? Maybe, to keep me from worrying, she'd joke about it.

But, whether it was or not, at this point, I had no other choice.

"Whatever it is like sister, I love it."

I bent down and whispered in her ear. In the same voice as the Chairman, with this language that was almost dreamy and like a murmur, but this carried the truest feelings within me, transmitted to the Chairman's ears.

The chairman didn't say a word, but a smile appeared on her lips that she couldn't suppress, and her face, already reddened by the fever, became even hotter, as she gripped my hand with such force that she wanted to crush it.

I looked at the chairman quietly.

"Really...this is the most heartwarming confession I've ever made by a boy...you really, brother, attacking someone while they're weak...what if I agree?"

For a long time, the chairman giggled as if he couldn't hold back, she laughed and wiped the tears from her own eyes and said to me.

"Then I'll hit you until I make you forget about it, what are you thinking, I'm just saying that we're just sister and brother like what do you misunderstand, do you want to be an ethics destroying machine?"

I trailed off.

"Che...even at this point, you're not even gentle with me...brother you don't even love me."

The would-be president's eyes darkened for a moment, then closed them again and left me alone. The hand I was holding in my hand also drew back hard, turning over and refusing to talk to me. I sighed, okay, okay, I know what I just said was very out of place, and I also know that Pride is destined to spend the rest of her life with her right hand, but I really couldn't take it any further at that point just now, and now the Chairman was making me too distressed, I might just confess in passing, and then my relationship with the Chairman would be too awkward.

No, then it wouldn't be awkward, it would be finished.

My sister and I couldn't be together.

We both know that.

I stood up, looked at the Chairman who turned over and ignored me, bent down helplessly and gently kissed her on the side of her face. It can't really be considered a kiss, it's just a slight touch with my lips, but at this point, that would be able to comfort the Chairman, right?