Chapter 73: The Emperor of the Frigid Origins

"I'm your sister." Yange's eyelashes moved. Instead of pulling her hands back, she raised her eyes and confronted Qi Yuan: "We are sisters and brothers, and everyone knows we are family."
"Sister, we are not dear." Qi Yuan said, "It doesn't matter if others know it or not, I know I like you."
Before speaking, he continued to say, "Sister, I like you. This is my business. It has nothing to do with you. I know you can't accept it, so you treat me as if I didn't say anything."
Yange twitched, and she rubbed Qi Yuan's hair, disappointed and disheartened: "But you already said that, I heard it too, A Yuan, I have always regarded you as my brother , I don't want you to have that idea. "
"But sister, I can't help it." He bowed his head slightly, like a large dog tame her .
His wet eyes were pitiful and screamed: "Sister, I'm afraid you know you will drive me away, so I can bear it forever, but I can't help it now, I think it will explode if I continue to bear it."
Yan Ge's hand froze slightly.
Qi Yuan continued and said, "Sister, we had an actor who died in the cast two days ago. Sudden sudden death without any warning, so he died. I sometimes think, what if my sister suddenly dies? My sister did n’t know that I liked my sister, so I liked it so much. Whenever I think of my sister, I think the whole world is particularly beautiful. "
Yange thinks that this guy has too many romance dramas, and he plays seizures anytime, anywhere.
She rubbed Qi Yuan's hair again, then pinched his chin and raised it.
It is as if the queen above is examining her pet.
Qi Yuan not only did not feel humble and embarrassed, but was extremely excited, and he liked her touch very much.
Yan Ge rubbed his fingers on Qi Yuan's lips and asked thoughtfully, "Do you really like me?"
The touch of Yange's fingers made Qi Yuan's entire body tremble slightly, and it was even more unbearable somewhere. His wet eyes gradually revealed the desire, and his throat rolled, and he could not wait to throw her in this narrow space. Here, do countless times what he dreamed of in his dreams.
Yan Ge ignored his smoky eyes, and she continued to ask, "Can't you like others?"
Qi Yuan's voice was hoarse and firm, and said, "No, in this life, I only like my sister."
"Then cut that thing." Yan Ge glanced at Qi Yuan's bulging crotch, and his expression was hard to hide: "Cut it, maybe you won't like me anymore."
Qi Yuan listened to her extremely calm and extremely serious voice, her eyes widened, her face unbelievable.
He felt himself hearing.
Yange retracted his hand and stood up to find his mobile phone: "I'll consult a doctor. This kind of thing should be relatively simple and there should be no sequelae."
The third leg is cut, and it's still called sequelae?
This is the lifeblood of a man, how can he cut it off?
Qi Yuan stood up, staring at the song in sleepwalking, his voice stuttered, a little helpless: "Sister, you, aren't you kidding?"
Yan Ge looked up as he looked up the phone number, and glanced at Qi Yuan, "What's so funny about this."
After a pause, she seemed to be enlightened and asked him, "Why, you don't want to?"