About my hopeless brother and sister

Song Yixin, I must say, was truly a perfect wife. She didn't care about any of this at all, with the same elegant smile on her lips as usual, and didn't get tired of the dishes that needed to be scrubbed, just like a newlywed wife, happily scrubbing her and her husband's dishes. To her, this is happiness.

When it comes to woman power, no one can compete with Song Yixin.

I looked at her hands and said, "But... your hands..."

Song Yixin was a little puzzled and took her hand out and looked at her own hand, it was clearly like a work of art carved out of jade, it had turned red at this point, the water was really cold and soaking it in water this dirty was like pickling duck eggs in a Song Dynasty vase.

"What's wrong with my hand?"

Song Yixin looked at her hand and asked me.

"No, your hand, like this, hurts your hand, doesn't it."

I looked at her and said.

Song Yixin paused, and seemed to realize what I was talking about, she moved her hair in the corner of her forehead with the back of her hand, and said with a smile, "This is fine, it's nothing, it's fine to do more things like washing dishes. Besides, my hands, themselves, aren't pretty. So, it doesn't matter."

Song Yixin raised her hand and handed it to me, that hand wasn't the same as the other girls' hands I saw, compared to Qin Lan's and theirs, Song Yixin's hand looked a bit rough, and I could even see some gullies, and there were also obvious calluses. Song Yixin looked at my eyes and said with a bitter smile, "My hands actually have quite a few calluses because of the clap grip. For a girl, a hand like this isn't exactly a welcome sight, I guess. Qin Feng, if you hold it, it will feel very rough."

The smile on Song Yixin's lips was somewhat sad, as she put her hand back into the water and continued to wash the dishes seriously with her side. No longer speaking, I looked at the side of her face, not knowing what I should say, Song Yixin's hands weren't really that horrible, her hands were just slightly rougher than the other girls' hands, but that didn't matter. The calluses on her hands weren't ugly, or rather everyone's calluses weren't ugly, it was a medal for having worked hard and fought hard, these things, there was no shame.

I walked to Song Yixin's side and forced out a spot, then I reached into the water and held Song Yixin's hand tightly.

It was cold, these hands, really cold. It seemed to be even colder than this water.

Song Yixin was shocked and looked at me with frightened eyes, desperately trying to pull out her hand, but I held onto her hand with a death grip and didn't let go.

"Qin Feng... Qin Feng, what are you doing... do you have a purpose for... doing this?"

"It's not very rough."

Song Yixin's movements froze violently, her eyes wide and dumbfounded as she stared at me.

"It's not, it's rough. Rather, it's soft and really, really comfortable."

I looked at her and repeated.

"Ah no... what are you... what are you talking about... not... Not...what am I supposed to say...thank you?"

Song Yixin was completely panicked, not knowing what she should do at all. I actually didn't know at first, and I'm not really sure now, I'm not much of a talker, even if my personality has changed a little, but I'm still not very good at comforting people. I keep wanting to try to comfort Song Yixin, but I won't every time, we did it the first time, and this time, it's the same.

Neither of us knew what we should do, so we kept silent. Song Yixin's hands were in my hands. Song Yixin was an athletic girl, but she was also a girl, and her hands could just as well be wrapped tightly around me. I felt my hands warming her hands.

"Ah... um... thank you... Qin Feng."

Song Yixin, softly, spoke up.

Her hand, carefully, took hold of mine.

I felt that my face also had some fever. Why, why is it that even I'm a little shy? Shouldn't I not have that look on my face? Is it really a good atmosphere when it's just a boy and girl holding hands, and that too in a sewage tank?

Is this a hormonally violent atmosphere for females and males?

"Qin Feng, your hands... are also very warm, really."

Song Yixin lowered her head apologetically and said softly.

"Ah... um... okay."

"That's a boy's hand, it's really big, it can wrap me whole."

Song Yixin seemed to be running out of things to say, and at this point I took my hand away and maybe this would be resolved, but there was a voice in my clowning that told me never to. So, I decided to listen to that voice and not move.

"Well...girls' hands, they seem to be smaller."

"And you've shaken other people's ah..."

"Does my sister's count?"

"Ohhhh..."

Song Yixin pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, I didn't feel anywhere funny.

"Ah, what are you two doing, hey hey hey, don't cheat on me while I'm not around, you know, people like you would be caught and dipped in pig pens in the old society."

The president quietly appeared behind Song Yixin, standing on tiptoe and curiously examining our hands tangled together in the water, and said, "What are you guys doing, is this some kind of new play? I am not reading what you are doing."

"Ah...no, nothing, we weren't doing anything..."

Song Yixin's hand withdrew as quickly as an electric shock, and she took two steps back to my side, avoiding the chairman, a little afraid. There's nothing wrong with what we're doing, but can't we act as if we're really having an affair? I looked at the chairman and said, "What are you doing over here instead of watching your TV, aren't we doing the dishes?"

The president tilted his head and said, "I noticed that there was no longer any sound of water on your side, so I came over to take a look. Are you guys really washing the dishes? Why do I get the feeling you're washing your hands, or are you trying to soothe each other's need for the opposite sex?"

"Will you shut the fuck up?"

"I don't really object to it, it's a normal thing. But brother, I also have a hungry sibling control heart that needs to be watered, can't you just hold hands with me in the water? You don't need any water, how about a bath...ahhhhh!!!"

I grabbed her waist, which is the most sensitive place of the chairman, and the chairman was forced away with a laugh and a scream.

"Ahhh, Song Yixin, next trouble first, I'll clean her up."

"Ah oh okay."

Song Yixin obviously didn't expect that the usual lively but normal chairman at school, his true face, would be such a dead pervert.

I'm so sorry for destroying your goddess.

Chapter 170: Communication About My Strange Life

"Then let's call it done."

Song Yixin said as she wiped her hands and looked at the kitchen, which was already completely clean.

I nodded and closed the door to the cupboard, there were no more bowls left. Song Yixin and I were still pretty efficient, it didn't take long. Only the chairman made a scene halfway through, and the fact that the two of us were a bit ambiguous just now caused us to spend the rest of our work time rather silently, basically just the sound of water flowing and ceramics colliding with each other.

But now that everything was done, we had to talk.

After all, next, I had to send Song Yixin back.

"Then, I'll send you home alright."

I looked at Song Yixin and said.

Song Yixin nodded, then looked at the time and looked at me a little awkwardly, then turned back to look at the chairman over there. The chairman was lying on his side on the couch, maybe watching TV, maybe already asleep. She turned back, looked at me, and said, "That... that... Qin Feng... I... ...Can I...board for a night..."

"Well...it's not that I can't, it's just, why, didn't we say we were going back?"

I looked at Song Yixin, puzzled.