Chapter 21: like

In fact, this is not the first time Xue Xi remembers Zhou.
In her previous military training, she stood under the scorching sun, and her fair skin was burned. She was delicate and could not stand the high temperature and fainted. At that time, she was having trouble with her family. The school opening materials were supposed to be sent to her by the housekeeper, but Xue Xi took the initiative to take the materials from the housekeeper and found an excuse to send it to her. He walked under the shade of the tree and just happened to run into it.
Zhou Yizhi's classmates didn't see exactly what happened. They just saw a tall and handsome boy who didn't wear military uniforms rushing over and sent Zhou Yizhi to the infirmary.
When Zhou Yizhi was fed some sugar water by the doctor, he lay down groggy for a while. After waking up, the boy had already handed over a copy of the information to her head teacher and left.
The feeling at that time was completely different from that of now.
At that time, the heat of the scorching heat and the sound of the cicadas hissing hard burrowed into my head. I couldn't care about anything. I was carrying her, running fast on two legs, sweating profusely, and I could only stop two on the road Student, ask where the infirmary is.
After putting her down, she didn't stay much anymore. Seeing her complexion improved, she had to leave.
But at this time.
She was covered with the sweet aroma of cake cream, and the smell of red wine was like a refreshing breeze, gently touching his ears.
The cartilage of Xue Xi's auricle seemed to be overcharged.
The hands holding her thighs were tight.
His throat was hoarse, he tried his best to calm down, and sent the person up, his back was steady, and he continued walking upstairs.
The person on his back was still not very honest. After pecking at his earlobe, he still had to encircle his neck with both hands and exhale softly at him.
Xue Xi lowered his voice: "Don't make trouble."
Zhou Yizhi grinned, the more he saw the redness of his ears, the stronger her thoughts of mischief. It was as if he was eager to prove that he still had a fatal attraction to his elder brother after his second life. She rested her head on his shoulder, and she kissed his earlobe again.
Thin and dense, like a butterfly falling there, fluttering down, fleeting.
The touch inductance brought is like ink dripping into rice paper, expanding circle by circle.
Then, she could feel her brother's body tightening even more.
He rolled his throat up and down, as if he was a little intolerable, he quickened his steps, and walked to her room with her back in stride.
Xue Xi could confirm that Zhou Yizhi was indeed drunk.
The first kiss to yourself, you can accidentally bump into it.
She actually kissed many times intermittently.
Isn't this drunk?
Still very drunk.
Xue Xi's last life knew that Zhou Yizhi had a good drink, and he heard it from Zhou Du, but now it seems that she is only afraid that she can drink a glass. Never let her drink in front of others in the future. Xue Xi frowned and thought, wondering who had drunk with her in the previous life.
Zhou Yizhi didn't know Xue Xi's thoughts, but felt that he was put on the bed.
She wasn't really drunk, she couldn't soften her body into mud, and subconsciously grabbed her brother by the collar: "Brother, what are you doing?"
Xue Xi was almost strangled to death and forced to turn around to support her waist. After she fell on the bed, he retrieved his collar from the hand she was holding.
He stood up and straightened the neckline that was skewed by her. He did not dare to fall on her, staring at the mural on the wall, and said in a cramped manner: "You can't take a shower within 30 minutes after drinking. I will cover it for you first. Good quilt, will you sleep for a while?"
"What about you?" Zhou Yizhi pretended to be drunk and very dedicated: "You seem to have two heads."
Xue Xi:...
Xue Xi couldn't help but lowered his eyes and glanced at her.
The person on the bed looked at him dimly, with water shining in his eyes, and there was also a little water on his lips. There was still an unconscious blush on his cheeks. It seems that he is really drunk, I don't know if he is regarded as a father, a housekeeper or Aunt He.
"I'm going to sober up the wine soup, bring it up later, let you drink some, okay?" Xue Xi asked, walking to the edge of the bed, leaning slightly, and leaving Zhou Yizhi with half of slippers on his feet Take it off, put it neatly next to the bed, and then pick her up horizontally, move it up, and let her head fall on the pillow.
Zhou Yizhi felt very comfortable, squinted his eyes, tilted his head and looked at his brother.
When Xue Xi leaned over, his gaze fell on her face for a second. The distance was too close and he held his breath slightly.
He straightened up quickly, somewhat hastily.
"Is it cold?" Xue Xi asked.
Zhou Yizhi murmured: "It's not cold."
But Xue Xi still turned on the heating, and then pulled the quilt on the side over her body, tucked in the corners.
"Then I will go downstairs first, and you will rest for a while." Xue Xi said to Zhou Yizhi, turning around to leave the room.
But before he reached the door, the sound of kicking the quilt suddenly came from the bed. He turned his head and saw Zhou Yizhi kicking the quilt as a sandbag. She was crumpled under the quilt. Seeing him looking back, she was obviously drinking When he was drunk, he actually licked the water on his lips, and continued to fill the quilt without showing weakness.
The whole quilt was kicked to the side of the bed.
She looked at him directly and murmured: "Cold."
"..." Xue Xi walked back reluctantly, and put the crumpled quilt back on her, still tucked at the corners, squatting on the bedside and saying to her: "Don't kick the quilt when it's cold."
With his chin hidden in the quilt, Zhou Yizhi, who only showed the small half of his head, stared at him without blinking, and nodded obediently.
Xue Xi couldn't hold back, reaching out and rubbing her long, messy hair.
Anyway, she was drunk--
Xue Xi thought.
So he rubbed it again.
Zhou Yizhi looked at him, wanted to laugh, but held back again, so what was his brother doing while he was drunk? Do you take advantage of your head?
Zhou Yizhi stared at him, suddenly a little excited, would he make some other excitement while he was drunk? !
For example, give yourself a kiss.
Then he can grab the bag on the spot, he likes himself.
but.
After Xue Xi messed up her hair, he stood up, got up and walked out.
Zhou Yizhi's heart was suddenly broken, it was just the feelings of his brother to his sister.
So she kicked off the quilt again.
The quilt was kicked directly to the ground.
Xue Xi who walked to the door had to turn around again: "..."
"Half an hour has passed! I want to take a bath! It's uncomfortable!" Zhou Yizhi, a drunkard, rolled around on the bed, smashing the bed like a rotten leaf, and seeing her almost falling out of bed, Xue Xi walked quickly After walking back, he stuck by the bed in time. Then he felt his waist suddenly tighten, and the drunk the bed suddenly hugged his waist.
She raised her head, drunk and unconscious, and cried, "Brother, I want to take a bath."
She pressed her face against Xue Xi's firm lower abdomen, soft and hot, and choked at Xue Xi for not letting her take a bath.
Xue Xi's whole body is not well, and he takes the phone from his trouser pocket at a loss, but the phone is still downstairs. He gently asks, "May I ask Aunt He back to wash it for you? I'll get the phone, remembering that you are loose. let go."
He tried to break Zhou Yizhi apart for fear of exerting a lot of strength, but Zhou Yizhi's arms held his waist and refused to let him go.
"Aunt He?! No." Zhou Yizhi played a rogue, looked up at him and squinted his eyes: "Wow, how long is that, I think you are sincere in not letting me take a bath."
Xue Xiwan never thought that Zhou Yizhi would look like this when he was drunk. His face was slightly red, and he stroked her hair: "But I can't help you wash it."
Zhou Yizhi looked at the young man's ears red, embarrassed, wanted to laugh, and desperately held back. She continued to pester him, looking up at him sadly: "Why?"
Xue Xi couldn't tell why.
"The gender is different." He muttered, not daring to fall on Zhou Yizhi's face.
Very well, Zhou Yizhi thought, at least his brother knew that the two of them had different genders, so at least he did not regard her as a brother, but as a growing girl.
Suddenly Zhou Yizhi knelt and sat up on the bed. Because of her sudden rise, her eyes were dark and a little unstable. Xue Xi helped her, she stretched her hand around the boy’s neck, forcing the boy to lean over slightly. The shirt is slightly messy.
Xue Xi's body was very hot and stiff, so he started to look elsewhere.
Zhou Yizhi dragged his neck down, Xue Xi lowered his head and saw that her knees were taken away from the bed by himself, so he had to bend down a little more. But in this way, the noses of the two of them are very close, and the breath is entangled.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" The drunk girl looked at him, held his face with both hands, and asked him this question.
Xue Xi's throat rolled.
He looked down at her.
His white and clean face was impeccably refined, his dark eyes were a bit cunning even when he was drunk, and his lips were habitually raised, but he was also arrogant that refused to be thousands of miles away. More than just good-looking. To Xue Xi, she was like a beautiful little rose, but she was shrouded in an exquisite glass cover, which separated him far away, not allowing him to come close.
In the previous life, he stood behind her without any distracting thoughts in his heart, but she still flared her teeth and claws, expanding her glass cover to occupy her territory.
Xue Xi didn't know how to answer this question.
But he had heard his slightly hoarse voice: "Pretty."
Zhou Yizhi hugged his waist, as if satisfied, smiled at him.
For Xue Xi, this is a kind of transgression.
No matter how beautiful the rose is, it is not for him to bloom.
He was tensed all over, calmed down, and wanted to loosen her hand.
But then she stared at him and asked lightly: "Then you, do you only treat me as your sister?"
Xue Xi's dark eyelashes twitched, as if being pierced by something in his mind, his blood rushed rapidly in an instant. His heart was like a drum, gradually covering up all the sounds. Because he was afraid that Zhou Yizhi would hear it, he couldn't help but step back slightly, but Zhou Yizhi still hugged his waist and looked up at him, so he couldn't get back far. .
He held his breath and looked down at Zhou Yizhi.
Zhou Yizhi was very nervous.
A subtle temptation undercurrent surging.
She continued to pretend to be drunk and dim, blinking innocently: "Uncomfortable, take a bath... If you just treat me as your sister... It doesn't matter if you close your eyes and help me take a bath, right?"
Xue Xi:...
Zhou Yizhi begged him softly: "Brother, help me take a bath."