Beautiful and charming, all-rounder, only wants 1v1

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

The doorbell downstairs rang, and a simple little song was played in a loop for nearly ten seconds.

"I ordered takeout."

In the height of summer, the pear blossoms were tearful, and her eyes were filled with a layer of crystal tears, about to fall to the ground. Her whole body and voice were shaking, "There is only cold medicine at home."

Zhou Weiran pressed on top of her, closed his eyes, and managed to regain some sanity. The corners of his eyes were red, and his body temperature was rising. Wherever his palm touched, waves of heat radiated.

His tense waist and abdomen relaxed, he withdrew a little, then brought her legs together and pressed on her again.

"Zhou Weiran...it hurts..."

Tears and sweat poured down, gathering into a river of desire. She didn't know how long it took before she pushed him away and looked down at the dirt on her clothes. She froze for a moment, and when her feet returned to the ground, they were still soft.

He put his pants back on in the middle of summer, stumbled back to his room, locked the door, and sat on the ground for a while with a dazed look on his face.

I almost got——!

I walked into the bathroom like a zombie, closed my eyes, and seemed to still feel the scorching heat on my shoulders, neck and even lower.

She quickly took off her pajamas and threw them into the trash can.

Damn it, Zhou Weiran... How dare he do this to her...

This is her favorite pajamas!

I stood under the shower in the middle of summer, crying while taking a shower. My chest hurt and my inner thighs also hurt. They were swollen and red.

She wanted to go home again.

The adults in the family will not be back for three months. During this time, she and Zhou Weiran will be the only ones looking after the house.

Or you could just wait until their honeymoon is over before moving in.

After taking a shower, she found a new set of pajamas to change into, glanced at the door, and ran to the bed to wrap herself up.

She should have been looking for her boyfriend, but she pulled out her phone but didn't call him. The things she had said when they reconciled had already changed without her realizing it. She couldn't be honest with him, she was afraid.

Sheng Xiali finally called Jiang Peipei, but as fate would have it, the call didn't go through. Looking at the time, she was probably out playing, so I wouldn't see any messages for a while.

She was filled with anger and grievances that she couldn't vent, so she lay down angrily, staring at the ceiling, and forced herself to close her eyes and fall asleep.

But who can sleep well after such a thing happened where one almost lost his virginity!

She tossed and turned in the middle of summer, and every time she closed her eyes, she would think of herself being held down. Zhou Weiran, on the other hand, fell asleep right after doing something bad, so why was she the only one suffering from insomnia?

I have to think of a way to retaliate, preferably one that can change his mentality.

He couldn't sleep until dawn in the middle of summer, and his heart became hard as stone. He coldly called Liang Zhuo.

She went to the balcony and stared at the pale sky. It was cloudy and there was no sun.

She pulled her sweater tighter around her and picked up the phone after hearing a few rings.

"younger sister……"

Liang Zhuo's voice was unclear, and he was very sleepy. He glanced at the caller and thought he was seeing things. "Why are you looking for me so early?"

Sheng Xiali was suddenly startled by his bass voice, "Liang Zhuo, from now on I will be your sister."

There was silence for a moment, then a "Huh?"

"Come to my house, quick!"

……

"Shh!"

The cold water hit his face, and Zhou Weiran struggled to open his eyes from the almost suffocating cold.

He was dizzy, but much better than last night.

The first person who caught my eye was Liang Zhuo, who was folding his arms with a smile on his face. "He's awake."

Then came the midsummer. She threw the basin aside, clapped her hands, looked at him expressionlessly, her eyes bright as if endless anger could be emitted from them.

Zhou Weiran realized that he had been splashed with a basin of water. In the middle of winter, early in the morning, he asked, "What are you doing?"

His voice was hoarse and low, and he found that his limbs were tied to the head and foot of the bed, and he was spread out in a spread-eagle position.

Not right.

The visitor is not good.

He became alert and asked again, "What are you doing?"

"To wake you up." Shengxia Li said, and poured another basin of cold water over.

He closed his eyes, feeling chilled and his heart was lifted.

"In the middle of summer!" Zhou Weiran was also furious. In a flash, he said, "Liang Zhuo, are you just standing there watching the show?"

Liang Zhuo spread his hands and said, "No, I tied the rope. It's not tight, is it? I was very gentle."

Zhou Weiran looked back at Sheng Xiali: "What are you doing so early in the morning? Is this how you treat patients?"

"Haha. Patient, why don't you think about how you treated your sister who kindly fed you medicine last night?"

Sheng Xiali spoke word by word, breaking through the false appearance of indifference and glaring at him angrily, "You are the ungrateful one!"

Zhou Weiran hadn't reacted yet, his brain was blurred by the water.

The next second, Liang Zhuo put his hand on her shoulder and said solemnly, "Mr. Zhou, I regret to inform you that Xia Xia will be my sister from now on. Zhou Weiran, out."

"..." He said with a wooden face: "Are you sick?"

Liang Zhuo immediately complained, saying in a sly voice: "Sister, sister, look at him scolding me!"

Sheng Xia Li stepped forward and slapped him in the face with a loud slap. The sound was so loud that it startled Liang Zhuo who was immersed in the play.

"Sister, your hand doesn't hurt, does it?"

Sheng Xiali let Liang Zhuo check her palm while she looked at Zhou Weiran.

Zhou Weiran hadn't expected this to happen so early in the morning. He pressed his tongue against her cheek, his eyes meeting hers with an ambiguous expression, and whispered, "Wasn't that a dream yesterday?"

Sheng Xiali pulled his hand back and said, "Dream on!"

She was even more angry. She hadn't slept all night, and Zhou Weiran actually thought that thing was a dream?

Why does he think so beautifully that nothing will happen after he wakes up from a good sleep?

"Zhou Weiran!" She pointed at the tip of his nose, her eyes sore, and she gritted her teeth with a hint of tears in her voice: "You make me feel sick!"

Liang Zhuo still didn't know what had happened, but judging by the trend, it was no small matter. Alarm bells suddenly rang in his heart, "Don't cry, sister. What happened? I'll support you."

In the middle of summer, I turned around with my mouth pursed, secretly wiped my tears, and didn't want to talk.

Liang Zhuo pretended to be angry and looked at Zhou Weiran, his expression paused. The latter had a strange look in his eyes, staring at Sheng Xia Li without blinking.

"Liang Zhuo," he said, "You go back first, I'll talk to her."

"?" Liang Zhuo looked at Sheng Xiali, then back at him, "What on earth are you two up to so early in the morning?"

Zhou Weiran repeated without question: "Go back."

Liang Zhuo was about to say something when Sheng Xiali turned around and thanked him, intending to drive him away, looking at him eagerly with eyes like Bambi.

"Alright, I'll throw it away after I'm done with it." Liang Zhuo scratched his hair irritably. "I'm leaving, but you have to eat with me. Don't forget that I'm your brother from now on."

"..." Sheng Xia Li said: "I know, brother."

After Liang Zhuo left, the room returned to silence.

In the middle of summer, the window was opened deliberately. The wind and cold water refreshed Zhou Weiran's mind and helped him think carefully about what happened last night.

He was still tied up and couldn't break free. His body was cold, but his eyes were burning as he looked at her. "I thought it was a dream."

With a "slap", Sheng Xiali slapped him again and stepped on the edge of the bed with her right foot, "If you dare to say this word again."

She wiped the water stains from her hands and threatened expressionlessly: "I will beat you."