I Really Like My Sister

Chapter 8. Love Marks at the Bottom of Her Dress

Chen Du woke up early. He heard Wen Yun talking to Chen Jiashu and wondered why they had suddenly become polite to each other. He let go of his hand on the door handle, not wanting to break the rare peace.

Because it seemed that every time he appeared, Wen Yun and Chen Jiashu would both become sharp and full of barbs at the same time. The next moment, they would be choking each other with their eyes glowing red.

  

That wasn’t right. Chen Jiashu wouldn’t fight. He had never even heard her speak out loud. She was very cold and well-mannered. If she was angry, she would just stop talking and ignore her and everything she said. 

At the beginning of the school year, Chen Du heard the class know-it-all say that this year’s school flower was ballet dancing Chen Jiashu in the second year.

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She was elected by the campus forum’s official account. It was said that the number of people who chased after her in the second and third years of high school could circle the c-field three times in a row. At that time, there were a few freshmen who were well-informed and bold enough to go there with their friends. But when they came back from seeing the school beauty, they all looked like they had lost their minds and were in a trance for a long time. When they finally opened their mouths, they ran out of words and only had one left: “Wow.”

  

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Chen Du had been a good boy and a good student for more than ten years, and that was the first time he walked into the office and snitched to the headteacher.

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He was there for the shameless gossip in the corridor but focused on other things with the director. Discipline, atmosphere, the impact on the school class set, and he even attached evidence of the bad past of certain students. The matter in the corridor was, in turn, placed second, and passed by.

  

Just as he knew what kinds of questions the proposers liked to ask and how to answer them in every exam, he also knew what kinds of advice these teachers liked to hear and how to express it most effectively.

  

He came and went without a sound. After that, the corridors after class were deafeningly quiet. A few people were inexplicably disciplined. They were supposedly so angry and jumpy, certain they were being targeted but unable to find out who the killer was behind it. After looking for their old nemesis to pull the plug, they finally had to admit their own bad luck.

  

Outside, while the dogs were jumping, Chen Du was writing his paper in the classroom, his eyes calm and unruffled. No one knew that Chen Du of the first year was behind the situation, nor did anyone know that he was Chen Jiashu’s younger brother and had an unusual relationship with her.

  

Chen Du finished a set of papers in his room. As Wen Yun and Chen Jinan went out, he heard the sound of a car driving away and finished writing the last equation for his calculations. He closed his pen cap and stood up, opening the door and heading to wash up.

  

Chen Jiashu was washing the dishes when Chen Du came downstairs, her back to him, wearing the familiar black suspenders.

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He felt that she was doing it on purpose. She didn’t dare dress like that in front of Wen Yun and Chen Jinan. Her outdated, old, hot pants were low and short. Her thin waist hung out, and it almost showed the lower half of her buttocks. She wore white socks up to her ankles with a small bow on each side, looking like an overgrown child.

  

Chen Jiashu turned off the tap and put the bowl aside. She turned to wipe her hands when she saw him standing at the corner of the stairs. Their eyes met for a few seconds, and her eyes were cold, even with slight disgust, looking at him like a stranger.

  

Chen Du’s heart was sore and prickly, a little hurt by her look. He was in a trance. Last night, it was as if it was someone else who was moaning with her legs spread in fire.

  

Chen Jiashu took a bottle of milk from the rice cooker and drank it with a straw inserted. She brought out another bottle of milk and Chen Du’s breakfast, placing it on the table, “Here you go.”

  

“Thanks.”

  

She had nothing more to say after that. Chen Du noticed that she drank the milk very quickly, different from her usual slow eating speed. She sucked it all up in three or two gulps, the empty bottle clanging noisily as she threw it into the trash.

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Chen Du watched her pass by him in silence and grabbed her wrist, “What’s wrong with you?”

  

“Nothing’s wrong,” Chen Jiashu said.

  

“You’re not happy.” Chen Du sounded certain.

  

“Oh, you know again.” Chen Jiashu spun her wrist and swatted him away.

  

Chen Du did not let go, “My mother has troubled you again?”

  

Chen Jiashu laughed at his words, “Your mother has enough time to find trouble with me every day?”

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She didn’t know how Chen Du defined trouble, but in Chen Jiashu’s opinion, compared to the past, this morning’s incident was at best an uncomfortable conversation, not trouble. Wen Yun even gave her money.

  

Besides, “What’s wrong with looking for trouble? How can you help? “

  

Chen Du pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to look at her, “I will protect you.”

  

“Come on,” Chen Jiashu shook off his hand and rolled her eyes without the slightest appreciation, “Just you?”

  

Was sweet talk a gift that every man was born with? Chen Jinan relied on a pair of lips and a clever mouth to charm two women at the same time. He had a wife at home who didn’t know he had a lover outside and managed to maintain a harmonious relationship. Chen Jiashu did not have his ability to bluff people, but Chen Du had a sweet mouth.

  

Chen Jiashu chuckled and took a bottle of drink from the fridge, tossing it at Chen Du.”Your mother said for you to bring it to class to drink.”

  

She was so busy in the morning that she hadn’t eaten a few bites of her meal. She pressed her legs on the balcony with a full stomach, pressing her legs. She had to practise her hip opening every day.

  

Sitting on a dining chair, Chen Du couldn’t help but turn around and see half of Chen Jiashu’s silhouette through the glass window. She was wearing headphones. Her slender figure was bathed in light. Her body was languid and her dance steps light. The line of her beautifully straight shoulders and neck was reflected in the window as her arms were raised. The sunlight framed the edges of her skin in a gorgeous golden tint.

  

She was equally good-looking in a ponytail, with a thick black bundle tied at the back of her rounded head. Her neck was thin and long, from her face to her feet, like a white swan.

  

Chen Jiashu was indeed dancing the steps of Swan Lake. She was about to play the White Swan on the stage of the Centennial Celebration soon. She had been practising for this for almost a month, preparing for it since she received the instructions for the task in the summer.

  

The beautiful White Swan was unattainable to any man’s heart and was also the tip of the pyramid for ballet dancers to strive for.

  

Chen Du gazed at her, and in his eyes, she was the white swan standing at the top of the tower.

  

Chen Jiashu’s irritable mood gradually calmed down. Perhaps because the dance had calmed her down, or perhaps because of Chen Du’s childish and high-spirited words just now about protecting her.

  

They took the subway to the mall. Chen Jiashu had thought Chen Du wanted to take a taxi, but Chen Du said that it would be a hassle to take a taxi instead, “Line 9 is straight to the Grand Club.”

  

“Oh, you still know how to take the underground.” Chen Jiashu hooked her lips and gave him a look.

  

“Why wouldn’t I?” Chen Du was bewildered. He was a native-born and bred local. Of course, after growing up to such an age, he knew the lines.

  

Because he didn’t need to know. The young master who had a driver to take him to and from school every day, of course he didn’t know anything about public transport to fit his persona, right?

  

Chen Jiashu did not say anything. She shrugged her shoulders and took off her headphones and her hair band. Her long black satin hair fell down and scattered in front of her shoulders. The fragrance of her hair smelled so nice as it reached the tip of Chen Du’s nose.

  

He remembered the feel of her hair distinctly, a large mass of soft black sweeping across her skin, smooth and soft.

  

Every part of her body was soft, except her heart.

  

“I take the subway to the club all the time,” Chen Du reluctantly defended himself to her, “and the bus, to many places, and I’m alone.”

  

“Mmmmm, awesome. Can we go now?”

  

Chen Jiashu pulled her hot pants off in front of him, wearing only a pair of panties underneath. She stepped away, her tiny bulging heart and a*s encased in her underwear, twitching welcomingly with her stride.

  

She walked over to the sofa, picked up a knee-length plaid dress hanging on the armrest, and pulled it on from the top down. She tugged at the corners of her skirt. She smoothed out the hair buried in the neckline, lifted it out of the way, and slung a canvas bag over her shoulder.

  

Chen Du hastily washed the dishes and grabbed two drinks from the fridge, when Chen Jiashu had already walked to the door.

  

She was putting on her shoes on the insole, bending down with her back to Chen Du. Her soft waist bent. It was so thin that it could not be held. The curve of her back was exquisite, and her two slender legs were long and had beautiful lines. The hem of her skirt shrank upwards because of her bending position. Her thigh was exposed, and the tight heart of her legs strangled her panties. Outside the black triangle were two dazzling white globes, and there were hidden red finger marks on the small half of her buttock flesh that the panties could not cover. His.

  

Her small, round knees were right at the golden ratio cutting point, down to a lean calf without the slightest hint of fat, with a pair of black oxford leather shoes over her bow socks. She stood up, and the hem of her skirt fell back to her knees. The ambiguous and lascivious red marks were hidden by the bottom of her skirt. With the white socks and black leather shoes, she was dressed as a student, looking conservative and quiet.

  

Chen Jiashu glanced at him as she was fixing her hair, turned and opened the door, and went out.

  

Chen Du froze for a moment, grabbed his training bag, and went after Chen Jiashu.

[1] From the saying ‘A toad wanting to eat swan meat’ meaning that she was out of their league.

[2] Sour grapes- From the fable of the fox and the grapes on the vine. He wanted to reach the grapes but was unable to, so he said they were sour. It means that they were willing to ill-speak something because they couldn’t have it.


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