Dongfang Jing looked away, a strange feeling creeping into her heart.
Does my sister seem a little too enthusiastic?
Or rather, do they lack a sense of boundaries?
He shook his head and politely declined, saying, "Yao'er, I've finished washing and I'm about to leave."
As he spoke, he made a move to step out of the bathtub.
"No, brother!" Dongfang Yao immediately stepped forward, blocking the edge of the bathtub, her voice filled with longing and coquettishness, "How long has it been since Yao'er scrubbed your back? I miss the feeling of scrubbing your back so much!"
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Jing frowned slightly.
That's not the key issue!
This topic is somewhat sensitive, and he needs to carefully consider his words.
Ultimately, he chose to use a slightly teasing tone to ease the tension, trying to make his sister back down:
"My little darling, your back scrubbing service was excellent, five stars! However, the right to use this free trial voucher for the back scrubbing service is with your brother here, and it has long since expired."
Now, your brother's physical abilities have been upgraded, and he's entered puberty, a time when a safe distance needs to be maintained.
He paused, then used an analogy: "It's like two saplings that grew up close together when they were young. Now that they're both lush and leafy, they need to give each other enough breathing space so that both trees can grow better and taller, right?"
"Be good, go get your pajamas for me, I need a running errand."
Dongfang Yao blinked her big eyes, ignoring her brother's words.
Instead of backing away, she took a half step forward, reached out, and grabbed Dongfang Jing's wet arm, trying to pull him away as if afraid he would run away.
"Brother, don't refuse, let me give you a massage!"
Dongfang Jing's eyes widened in disbelief!
This girl actually dares to disobey him now?
His tone turned serious, tinged with obvious sternness: "Listen, Yao'er, this won't do. We're past the age where we can share this kind of private space. We need to..."
"What are you babbling about?" Dongfang Yao interrupted his long speech.
Seeing that the other person was still resisting, she suddenly let go of her hand, and the bright smile on her face vanished instantly.
Instead, there was a deep sense of loneliness and grievance.
She lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes trembling, her voice choked with sobs: "Brother, do you... hate Yao'er? Do you find Yao'er annoying?"
Dongfang Jing was stunned. Seeing his sister's tearful appearance, his heart softened instantly.
Why did you suddenly start crying?
He quickly softened his voice to comfort her: "How could I possibly dislike you? I love Yao'er the most! Don't think nonsense!"
"Then why do you always keep your distance from Yao'er, brother? We used to be so close. Why can't we even rub each other's backs now? Does growing up mean we can't be as close as we were when we were little?"
"My God!" Dongfang Jing clutched his forehead, his temples throbbing, feeling a wave of weakness wash over him.
He seriously doubted whether he had made a mistake in how he raised his younger sister.
Or perhaps, the people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School instilled some strange ideas in her?
He originally intended to use a stronger tone to sternly reprimand his sister and correct her wrong ideas and behaviors.
But then I thought, the siblings had been separated for five years before they were reunited.
We finally get to meet, are we really going to argue and have an unpleasant time over something like this? It's just not worth it.
"Sigh," Dongfang Jing sighed deeply, his tone filled with helplessness and resignation, "I'm really scared of you. Alright, alright, I'll give in to you this time."
After he finished speaking, he resignedly grabbed a towel from the shelf next to him, tied it around his waist, and then stepped out of the bathtub.
Dongfang Yao, standing to the side, was secretly delighted.
It's done!
As expected of him, the tactic of feigning weakness never fails!
However, just as Dongfang Jing stepped out of the bathtub and her feet landed on the wet tiles...
Click.
The bathroom door was pushed open from the outside once again.
The person who arrived was none other than Wang Qiu'er.
Wang Qiu'er's attire was exactly the same as Dongfang Yao's.
Her entire body was covered only by a yellow bath towel tightly wrapped around her chest and thighs.
Large swathes of smooth skin and long, straight legs were exposed to the light without reservation.
Her movements seemed somewhat stiff as she walked in step by step.
As the distance closed, Dongfang Jing could see more clearly.
The bath towel was wrapped tightly around Wang Qiu'er's body, perfectly outlining her figure.
A full and proud bust line, a slender waist that seems so delicate it could be grasped with a single hand, and a hip line that extends naturally and smoothly downwards.
Her long, wavy, light blue hair, reaching her hips, was now losing its curl due to the warm, humid air in the bathroom, becoming straight and sticking wetly to her shoulders and smooth back.
Wang Qiu'er's figure is strikingly mature and hot, exuding a mature and sophisticated aura.
However, in stark contrast to her mature, hot, and alluring body was her expression at that moment.
That stunningly beautiful face, which originally carried a hint of aloofness and pride, was now flushed with a rosy blush. The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears and even stained her collarbone.
Her eyes were lowered, her long eyelashes trembling uneasily, and she dared not meet Dongfang Jing's astonished gaze.
Wang Qiu'er stood frozen a few steps away from the doorway.
Neither advancing nor retreating is an option.
Her bare, jade-like feet stepped on the cool tiles, her ten delicate, rounded toes curling slightly with embarrassment and nervousness.
Dongfang Jing's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the stark contrast before him, and he was stunned for a moment before suddenly realizing what was happening.
"Qiu'er, why are you here too?" Dongfang Jing looked away, wanting to step back and create some distance between herself and the other person.
However, in front of her stood Wang Qiu'er, wrapped in a bath towel, her face flushed with embarrassment, blocking the doorway.
Behind him was Dongfang Yao, also wrapped in a bath towel, smiling at him.
He was instantly caught in a dilemma.
"I," Wang Qiu'er took a deep breath, as if she had used up all her strength, before she could barely make a sound.
She raised her hand and tucked a strand of wet hair that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear, her voice softer than ever before: "Let me help you scrub your back."
After speaking, she glanced at Dongfang Yao behind Dongfang Jing.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
Everything is understood without words.
In that instant, the two of them seemed to reach a silent understanding.
Dongfang Yao immediately reached out and pushed Dongfang Jing's back forward, urging him to walk forward: "Brother~ just be good~ don't resist!"
Wang Qiu'er stepped forward, grabbed Dongfang Jing's wrists, and led him to sit on the bench.
With a forced calm in his voice, he said:
"After we help you clean, you have to help us too."
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