What if my sister becomes a mermaid?

Lin Di woke up with a hangover, a headache that exploded, and what was worse was that there was someone lying next to him with a very familiar face, so familiar that when she opened her eyes, her drowsy head was blown awake.

Damn.

She lifted the quilt and took a look. She was not wearing any clothes, and neither was Song Fei.

With a blindingly white body, with just a casual glance, one can see the unabated red/marks on the waist and abdomen.Lin Di stretched out her hand to touch her sore shoulder, and touched two uneven teeth//prints, Song Fei, this little bastard, is really ruthless.

Lin Di pieced together some memory fragments:

Song Fei has lost weight, and the chubby little cub looks slim, with some baby fat remaining on her face, and her waist-length curly hair makes her look like a porcelain white doll.

As soon as she entered the arena, Lin Di caught her.

It's not all because the appearance suits her taste. It took Lin Di a few glances to recognize Song Fei because of her eighteenth-year change.

It was because the black progress bar on Song Fei's head was the closest to full value that she had seen so far.

About a month ago, upon waking up, Lin Di could suddenly see a black progress bar appearing above everyone's head, suspended translucently, like some ominous game.

The progress bar is long and short, some people only have [-] to [-] percent, while others have [-] to [-] percent.Lin Di observed for a whole month, but couldn't find out what the progress bar represented.

But one thing is certain:

When the progress bar is full, something big is bound to happen.

She stared at Song Fei, and didn't pay attention to who it was at first. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and after drinking for three rounds, Lin Di squinted her eyes and sighed in a low voice: "Wow, this progress bar is almost full."

A progress bar of 90.00% is walking towards her, Lin Di is inexplicably excited, it seems that every time she takes a step, the progress bar will rise a little bit, and the world will soon become a game full of unknowns before her eyes.Until the progress bar went straight to her, a soft and soft voice brought her back to reality:

"elder sister."

The appearance has changed a lot, but the voice has not changed, it is like a kitten meowing, and slowly, the end tune is always dragging, Song Fei has relied on this coquettish ability since she was a child, and she is always in front of the elders.

Lin Di didn't like her before because Song Fei was a child.

But I haven't seen her for a few years, and the child suddenly grows into an adult, and it's unbearable to call her "sister" so tenderly.

"Christine," the person on the booth called Lin Di's English name, teasingly said, "Which sister is this?"

Lin Di raised her eyebrows, and embraced Song Fei: "This is my real sister, who just came back from the United States. Isn't it, Feifei?"

The rest, all she can remember, is drinking, drinking so much color in front of her eyes, drinking so much that she can't see the whole picture of people clearly, only one hand, one arm, smiling lips and rolling eyes can be seen. Light.Thinking about it, Song Fei has practiced her drinking capacity abroad. In the past, no matter how coaxed she was, she could drink the whole table lightly and skillfully. Then she blinked her eyes and pretended to be innocent, leaning on Lin Di's shoulder and saying , Sister, if I drink again, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back.

How could she want to go back, as soon as she returned to China, she went straight to the bar where Lin Di often went, knowing that if she didn't meet on such an occasion, Lin Di would never talk to her.

Turning his head, the black progress bar was still there, floating above the bed.Lin Di has gradually gotten used to this sci-fi scene, but Song Fei's progress bar, even Song Fei's return to China, and her reunion with her all seem to indicate something, this grand opening ceremony will definitely happen before her eyes.

Lin Di took a deep breath.Reaching forward, touching the progress bar, just passing through the air.

"Stop pretending to be asleep."

Down is the top of Song Fei's hair. Lin Di hesitated for a moment, but didn't continue to touch it.She withdrew her hand and called Song Fei.

Song Fei still closed her eyes, breathing evenly, and slept peacefully.

"Stop pretending. I saw your eyelashes flutter."

Lin Di was funny, brushing Song Fei's eyelashes with her fingertips.It's so long, like a Barbie doll, I don't know if it was planted.

Light and itchy.

The eyelashes fluttered a few times, like a small feather fan, Song Fei opened her eyes in a daze, as if she had just woken up, and there was a sound of milk in her nose, which made Lin Di's scalp go numb:

"……Um?"

It was going to kill her, and the sound made Lin Di vaguely recall some episodes in the middle of the night.I can't make this kind of sound myself, and I just feel like pretending when I hear it from others, but when it is placed on Song Fei, it fits so well that it makes people soul/crisp/bone/soft.

Don't think about it, this is Song Fei.Lin Di warned herself, and lightly patted Song Fei's soft cheek by the way:

"Don't call."

"I didn't call." Song Fei said vaguely.

She turned over, half of her tender shoulders were exposed from the quilt, and she looked at Lin Di:

"Sister, you have no clothes on."

Then slowly and artificially twisted the quilt with two fingers, opened it to look inside, and pinched his throat:

"Oh, why didn't I wear it?"

He hurriedly covered the quilt tightly again, with a face full of weeping, hesitating to speak.

Lin Di also hesitated to speak, and even the tooth marks on his shoulder started to ache.

But I have to admit that even though she just woke up and didn't wash her face, Song Fei's face is still resistant, not swollen or oily, but it may be moisturized, with a good complexion on her face, and lazy and messy hair. Scattered naturally on the pillow, the sideburns and hair tips are full of boundless love, very much like the girl Lolita described by Nabokov.

Such a lovely and pitiful posture is really easy to make people faint.

And Lin Di, as we all know, is an out-and-out face dog.

Lin Di grabbed the corner of the quilt and pressed Song Fei's face, out of sight:

"Coincidentally, you also like to sleep naked? Get dressed yourself."

After finishing speaking, she got out of bed by herself, collected her clothes around the bed, lowered her head and smelled it, and there was a smell of alcohol.

Song Fei propped up half of her body behind her, looking lazily at her bare/naked back, Lin Di was not shy, took out a nightgown from the closet and put it on, looked back at Song Fei, picked raised an eyebrow.

Song Fei obviously wanted to look at her greedily, her gaze almost burned her through Lin Di's back, but when she really met Lin Di's gaze, she pretended to be reserved, closed her eyes halfway, and took a look. Clothes scattered by the bed:

"My clothes smell too alcoholic, can I wear my sister's?"

Lin Di was so coddled by her, but she didn't talk about her, Song Fei has been talking like this since she was a child, and she didn't change it after a trip to the country, but it got worse.Besides, after picking up those clothes, she also guessed that Song Fei was going to do something like this.

She picked out a set of ordinary-style pajamas from the closet and threw them to Song Fei: "I'll put them on for you, you don't need to return them." Then she slipped out the underwear that Song Fei had taken off from the pile of clothes on the ground.

The drunken night was too hasty, and I didn't have time to appreciate it. It was only in the daytime that I realized that it was a complete set. The pure white cotton texture is matched with exquisite hollow lace/silk. It is not difficult to imagine what it will be like if you savor it carefully.

But this set of underwear/underwear, which is expensive at first glance and carefully prepared, was just thrown away by Lin Di indifferently, and fell crumpled on Song Fei's body.

Before leaving the bedroom, Lin Di looked back.What she was looking at was not Song Fei, but the progress bar above her head.Song Fei thought she was looking at her, wrapped her quilt and tilted her head at her, with an innocent and cute appearance.

90.00% seven... maybe 98.

Lin Di thought about it, and when she closed the door, she casually smiled back at Song Fei.