Chapter 2, Night Raid

My sister, seeing me say this, urgently pushed my arm and said it wasn't that kind of hair. Although she still had a tough demeanor when saying this, her face turned very red, leaving me somewhat bewildered.

She seemed to want to explain, but didn't know how to do so. Her face was getting redder, and she said that it was not this kind of hair anyway. She also remarked on how low my intelligence was, saying that I didn't even know this!

My sister's sudden action made my heart feel a strange itch, and inexplicably, I even felt a bit of anticipation. Could it be that she really intends to force me?

I just finished, and immediately I regretted it. What am I doing? She is my sister, how could I deliberately do such a thing in front of her? Moreover, I almost splashed her in the face!

My sister noticed that I was awake and immediately tried to run away. I quickly grabbed her, as I felt this matter needed to be resolved promptly. It wasn't so much that I was worried about my sister; rather, I was concerned about whether I would be able to resist this temptation next time. If I were to give in even slightly, things could spiral out of control.

It directly splashed onto the window, precisely hitting the piece of glass in front of my sister's face. If it weren't for the glass barrier, it would likely have splattered directly onto my sister and the book.

After speaking, I specifically took my hand out and pointed to my arm to show her what body hair is.

This matter cannot be directly communicated to her; it is necessary to subtly hint at it first. After making up my mind, I contemplated going to my sister's room to discuss it in detail. However, after knocking on the door for quite some time, she did not open it. I felt that it would be the same regardless of when I brought it up, so I decided to wait until tomorrow to speak about it.

My younger sister quickly sat on me, which nearly took my breath away, as the place she sat was right where my little brother was. Although there was a layer of blanket in between, I could still feel the sensation

I had already been made uncomfortable by the way my sister had just sat down on me. I thought to myself that this couldn't go on, after all, she is my sister. I quickly sat up and pulled up the half-removed clothing I was wearing, looking at her as she screamed in a fit of hysteria, "Zhou Xiaoyu, what are you doing?"

The figure outside the window kept rising and falling, and I couldn't tell if it was because someone nearby was watching. Soon, I stepped out, and as soon as I did, I knew something was wrong

But my sister clearly would not listen to me. After the initial shock from the beginning, she had already recovered and looked just like usual, asking me with a very condescending expression, "So besides the eyebrows, will hair grow in other places on the body?"

At first, she was reluctant to speak with me, but a strong person cannot withstand the pressure of many. After I asked her several times, she finally opened up, putting on a facade of toughness, and asked me if hair would grow on a person's body.

I instinctively wanted to wipe it, but I found my sister still staring at me intently from the windowsill. If I went to wipe it, wouldn't that just give me away?

As I ponder, I begin to feel a bit uncomfortable; at this moment, I could probably create a gap even in a stone. Who knows, a monkey might even spring out from that gap. I imagine that Sun Wukong's father must have felt somewhat like I do now; otherwise, how would Sun Wukong have come into being

My younger sister slowly leaned her face towards mine, and I hurriedly closed my squinting eyes. I could only smell a pleasant scent of shampoo, a subtle fragrance, yet very enticing

I said, "A lunatic, everyone grows hair."

After I caught her on hetushu.com, my sister sat by my bed like a frostbitten eggplant, not saying a word. I asked her what she intended to do by taking off my clothes, and I also asked her if she had touched my underwear.

Although I do not know why my sister blushes when talking about body hair, the more she makes that expression, the more curious I become. After all, I rarely see her make such a face, so I asked her, "What other kind of hair could it be?"

My younger sister was flustered and at a loss, her face flushed, yet she did not know how to explain.

After finishing, I returned to my room and contemplated many things

Although I find my sister's expression quite annoying, I still said without thinking, "Of course, fine, thin body hair can grow anywhere on a person's body"

I constantly blame myself in my heart, how could I have such thoughts, after all, she is my sister

After speaking, I turned my head and intended to sleep. While sleeping, I still felt a bit unhappy. I always felt that my sister was indirectly insulting me, comparing my hair to fur. Isn't that just referring to head hair? In our dialect, the term for head hair is used as an insult.

After listening, I felt that my younger sister is quite clever, as she even knows how to change the subject. However, her skill in shifting topics is somewhat lacking. I simply said to her, "Of course, eyebrows are hair, right? And don't change the subject!"

Does she want to tempt me with this question

Although it is quite delightful to be the object of someone's fantasies, I still forcibly suppressed my inner excitement. I believe I am already perverse enough and absolutely cannot allow my sister to follow in my footsteps; after all, she is my sister.

Seeing my sister's nervous expression, it didn't seem like she was intentionally mocking me. I scratched my head in confusion, and the more I scratched, the more a possibility came to mind: could it be that my sister was referring to that kind of hair!

Previously, my younger sister was staring at me intently, but now she has closed her eyes, her face flushed bright red. I already know what she is doing; it is evident that we have reached a critical point. I quickly took a tissue, wiped the glass, and flushed it down the toilet.

Soon, my sister leaned her face back in, tentatively calling my name. I did not respond, and she probably thought I was asleep. Her actions became bolder as she directly lifted my blanket and began to take off my clothes.

I was awakened by the sound of the door opening. When I opened my eyes, I saw my younger sister opening the door to my room and striding towards me. She quickly climbed to the side of my bed

I couldn't figure out what she was trying to do, so I quickly closed my eyes, merely squinting to see what she was up to. Soon, I noticed my sister climbing onto the bed, and a faint scent of shower gel wafted into my nose, quite enticing.

But for some reason, I just don't want to get up; I want to see what she really intends to do

Suddenly, she remembered something, pointed at my head, and exclaimed in realization, "Yes, that fur is just like your hair"

I never lock the door when I sleep, and I would never have imagined that my sister would really come to surprise me that night

I pondered that it was not possible, yet my body remained immobile. I decided to observe what she intended to do next

After all, it wouldn't be so embarrassing to talk about other things; what she is definitely referring to is that kind of matter

But thinking about it, it seems unlikely. This is a discussion about her stealing my underwear and sneaking into my room at night. How did we end up discussing such a private matter as body hair!

Because my hair is quite coarse and has a bit of a natural wave, all my friends around me say that my hair looks like fur. I turned my head and suspiciously glanced at my sister, only to find her face even redder, which made me even more certain.