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Han Muyun still didn't say anything, but he lifted the other blanket and laid it on his lap, deep in thought.

"Xiao Yun, how have you been recently?" Han Sifeng couldn't help but ask him.

Recently, he had always been in deep thought and didn't say anything. It was very unusual.

Furthermore, he left early and returned late. No one knew what he was busy with.

Han Muyun was half-lying on the bed with his arms crossed. After a long while, he finally said, "If you sleep with me like this, will you feel sorry for Qin Yao?"

"Huh?" Han Sifeng was stunned.

She had thought about this before. When she had a boyfriend, she would feel that sleeping with her little brother was dark history …

But now, she had let Han Muyun down.

If it wasn't for the sleepwalking, this wouldn't have happened.

"Is Qin Yao better than me?" Han Muyun tilted his head and asked Han Sifeng.

There was a trace of indescribable sadness in his eyes.

In her heart, wasn't she the worst brother in the world?

"He's very good," Han Sifeng said emotionally, recalling Han Muyun's gentle expression just now. "But …" You're the best brother in the world. "

Han Muyun sneered as a hint of mockery and self-mockery flashed across his eyes.

"I mean it." Han Sifeng had long since stopped sleeping. She stretched out her hand and shook his arm as she asked, "Xiaoyun, are you with Liu Zihui again?"

Han Mu Yun Yang raised an eyebrow, his shapely lips raised slightly as he asked, "Do you mind?"

"You're my brother."

Even if he didn't say it out loud, he would still care about it in his heart.

"Yes." A hint of mockery flashed across Han Muyun's eyes.

He was not with Liu Zihui.

But to Han Sifeng, he was no different from anyone else.

In any case, she would not have her own feelings, so she could not understand his feelings.

"If you like her, then treat her well. Don't always have young master's temper …" Han Sifeng said softly.

"Shut up." Han Muyun interrupted Han Sifeng, "I don't need your guidance on my feelings."

"I know …" Han Sifeng retracted his hand and hid under the blanket, kicking off his pants a little desolately before closing his eyes.

Yes, she was just an older sister, only responsible for taking care of his life.

As for his feelings, she was always afraid to interfere.

However, if Han Muyun really did have a girl he liked, Han Sifeng would feel a lot more at ease.

At least, they could get along like normal siblings.

Han Muyun's frown contained a depth that the young man did not have.

He knew that he had left Han Sifeng at a loss again.

She didn't intend to cross the line between brother and sister, but she couldn't help it …

He turned off the light, then turned his body to the side and gently placed his thick hand on Han Sifeng's shoulder.

Her shoulders were so thin that they could not bear the weight of this world.

He wanted so much to carry the weight for her, to give her the purest of worlds.

However … In the end, it was a young man's naive wish …

Gently leaning over, Han Muyun hugged her from behind with a sorrowful look.

Han Sifeng's body stiffened. He didn't know what Han Muyun wanted to do, but he was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

How long had it been since they had hugged like this?

Han Muyun thought back to when he was young, she would sneak up behind him to cover his eyes.

Unknowingly, the force in his arms increased, causing Han Muyun to want to crush her into his arms and hug her tightly.

"Xiao Yun?"

Han Sifeng was almost suffocated by him.

She lightly moved, wanting to turn around, but he held her tighter.

"Is that all?"

Han Muyun whispered into her ear, "Just like that, forever …"

"Xiao Yun... What's the matter with you? "

Han Sifeng's chest hurt from his strangling, so she squirmed and tried to break free of his embrace.

"Am I not good enough? "Elder sister."

Han Muyun's voice seemed to carry a bone-piercing pain.

What did he shout? Elder sister? Han Muyun actually called her elder sister?

Han Sifeng's mood suddenly became ethereal.

In the past ten years, he had never called her older sister. When he finally opened his mouth to call her big sister …

Why... Why does my heart ache so much that it makes me want to cry?

Without any warning, his heart tightened. It was a pain that made it hard to breathe.

So, Han Muyun … He was no longer an existence similar to his younger brother.

Even if she pretended to be indifferent and pretended to be ignorant, the pain in her heart was also a clear indication of the truth of her feelings.

"Am I not good enough?" he asked in a low voice, his voice full of sadness.

"Xiao Yun, what's wrong with you?" Han Sifeng felt that his voice came from his chest with dull pain.

"I've scolded you, hit you, kissed you, bullied you …" Han Muyun continued to whisper in her ear, "That's because …" "That's because …"

Feeling a warm liquid on his neck, Han Sifeng struggled to reach out a hand and caress the handsome face behind him.

Tears on a palm.

Those tears seemed to seep through the skin of her palms and smash ruthlessly into her heart.

Han Muyun began to cry … Xiao Yun cried …

Han Si Feng somehow managed to find the strength to roll over and hold his face. He frantically wiped away his tears and cried out in heartache, "Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun …"

He didn't know what to say other than calling out his name.

His body and mind were completely covered in tears, and he couldn't find a single dry place to hide.

The tears on his face, like sulfuric acid, quickly invaded her heart. The pain was unbearable.

Han Muyun leaned on his dearest girl and silently bit his lips as he trembled.

"Don't you like me?" "Because I'm not good enough?"

His hot breath mixed with his tears made Han Sifeng's neck feel sticky.

"Little Yun …"

How could he not like it?

It had been ten years. He had loved her for ten years, and now, he was completely at a loss. He who likes wants to escape, to find someone else to replace him...

It was because he was his younger brother, his only, irreplaceable younger brother who shared the same bloodline.

His lips suddenly covered Han Sifeng's earlobes.

Han Sifeng felt like he was struck by lightning. His entire body stiffened, and he couldn't say a word.

"If I didn't have a sister like you, would I be happy?" He murmured, his lips moving from her ear to her cheek. "You wouldn't be so troubled if you didn't have a brother like me, would you?"

His lips were filled with the smell of salty tears as he touched Han Sifeng's lips.

"Don't you love me?" Han Muyun's lips parted slightly.

It was as if in just an instant, those pitch-black eyes had extracted all of their emotions, leaving behind only coldness.

"If not, why are you being so nice to me?" "Why do you say such silly things about me being more important than yourself?"

Han Sifeng trembled slightly. She knew that the rift that appeared between them was not something that she could make up for with just her wishful thinking.

Even if he pretended to be a fool and pretended that he couldn't see the pain between them, he would still constantly remind them.

"Xiao Yun... What's the matter with you? "

Han Sifeng's chest hurt from his strangling, so she squirmed and tried to break free of his embrace.

"Am I not good enough? "Elder sister."

Han Muyun's voice seemed to carry a bone-piercing pain.

What did he shout? Elder sister? Han Muyun actually called her elder sister?

Han Sifeng's mood suddenly became ethereal.

In the past ten years, he had never called her older sister. When he finally opened his mouth to call her big sister …

Why... Why does my heart ache so much that it makes me want to cry?

Without any warning, his heart tightened. It was a pain that made it hard to breathe.

So, Han Muyun … He was no longer an existence similar to his younger brother.

Even if she pretended to be indifferent and pretended to be ignorant, the pain in her heart was also a clear indication of the truth of her feelings.

"Am I not good enough?" he asked in a low voice, his voice full of sadness.

"Xiao Yun, what's wrong with you?" Han Sifeng felt that his voice came from his chest with dull pain.

"I've scolded you, hit you, kissed you, bullied you …" Han Muyun continued to whisper in her ear, "That's because …" "That's because …"

Feeling a warm liquid on his neck, Han Sifeng struggled to reach out a hand and caress the handsome face behind him.

Tears on a palm.

Those tears seemed to seep through the skin of her palms and smash ruthlessly into her heart.

Han Muyun began to cry … Xiao Yun cried …

Han Si Feng somehow managed to find the strength to roll over and hold his face. He frantically wiped away his tears and cried out in heartache, "Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun …"

He didn't know what to say other than calling out his name.

His body and mind were completely covered in tears, and he couldn't find a single dry place to hide.

The tears on his face, like sulfuric acid, quickly invaded her heart. The pain was unbearable.

Han Muyun leaned on his dearest girl and silently bit his lips as he trembled.

"Don't you like me?" "Because I'm not good enough?"

His hot breath mixed with his tears made Han Sifeng's neck feel sticky.

"Little Yun …"

How could he not like it?

It had been ten years. He had loved her for ten years, and now, he was completely at a loss.

He who likes wants to escape, to find someone else to replace him...

It was because he was his younger brother, his only, irreplaceable younger brother who shared the same bloodline.

His lips suddenly covered Han Sifeng's earlobes.

Han Sifeng felt like he was struck by lightning. His entire body stiffened, and he couldn't say a word.

"If I didn't have such an elder sister like you, wouldn't I be very happy?" He murmured in a low voice, his lips moving from her ears to her cheeks, "If you didn't have a brother like me, you wouldn't be so troubled, would you?"

His lips were filled with the smell of salty tears as he touched Han Sifeng's lips.

"Don't you love me?" Han Muyun's lips parted slightly.

It was as if in just an instant, those pitch-black eyes had extracted all of their emotions, leaving behind only coldness.

"If not, why are you so good to me? "Why are you saying that I'm more important than you?"

Han Sifeng trembled slightly. She knew that the rift that appeared between them was not something that she could make up for with just her wishful thinking.

Even if he pretended to be a fool and pretended that he couldn't see the pain between them, he would still constantly remind them.

Pain was a clear sign of existence.

Han Sifeng didn't know how long he could keep playing dumb for. How long could he last like this?

Han Muyun, what are you hiding? Han Muyun, what are you trying to hide?