"Brother..." With a sweet and roaring voice, a pair of smooth and crystal-clear jade arms were already wrapped around his neck.

Feng Xiao smiled slightly and hugged Feng Yao with his back hand: "Just get off the game?"

"Well!...Brother, are you reading posts about Shura? I often hear people mention this person, and it seems to be the most powerful person in the whole game." Feng Yao leaned on his brother's back and said softly.

"That's right, he is a very powerful person. He is not only powerful, but also tall and mighty. He is handsome, elegant, smart, wise, and majestic, just like a god descending to earth..." Feng Xiao talked endlessly, flattering himself, making himself feel very happy.

"Hehe...brother, that Shura is not you!"

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"Because my brother never praises anyone except myself. Moreover, I had suspected that the first place was my brother, because no matter what he did, as long as he didn't win the first place, my brother would be a little unhappy, not to mention that my brother has always been the most powerful in the world." Feng Xiao's bright eyes were filled with a smile and admiration. She knew her brother better than herself.

"Hahahaha..." Feng Xiao turned around and picked up Feng Yao, letting her sit in her arms: "My Yao'er is not only a fairy, but also an unparalleled intelligence... Well, of course, I am also rare in the sky and in the earth. I can barely match my good Yao'er."

Feng Xiao finally stopped asking for trouble and kept his sister mysterious, and slowly told Feng Yao about all kinds of adventures in the game. Countless incredible and countless strange encounters made Feng Yao cry and sometimes opened her mouth into a cute "o" shape.

"Well! I am really worthy of being my most powerful brother!" Feng Yao's eyes were full of obsession and admiration.

Feng Yao is already beautiful. Against the backdrop of the lights, her beautiful jade face looks more and more charming, making Feng Xiao’s abdomen become angry.

Hearing Feng Xiao's increasingly heavy breathing, Feng Yao smiled gently, Xiang|slight buttocks slightly moved, and her white jade arms gently wrapped around his neck.

Feng Yao only wore a tight white dress, and her entire convex body bent into a rolling and undulating soul-catching curve, her breasts were erect and her waist was thin. This situation should have been erotic and lewd beauty, but Feng Yao's face seemed extremely quiet at this time, making her entire body covered in a layer of tranquility and holiness.

Feng Xiao felt that blood was about to emerge. He raised his hands and gently pushed Feng Yao's top and cup up, holding the pair of plump and tall breasts with both hands and gently rubbing them.

"Ah! Brother...!" Feng Yao's moaning whisper was like a dream, and she couldn't even hear it clearly. Then she gently stroked Feng Xiao's cheek with her little hands. Suddenly, she raised her little face and opened her cherry mouth, gently spit out her pink and tender little fragrant tongue, bit Feng Xiao's mouth, and spit the little fragrant tongue into Feng Xiao's mouth. She twisted it foolishly.

"Hehe!" Feng Yao moaned like a dream, and a lot of sweet liquid in her mouth was left in Feng Xiao's mouth without any scruples. She felt her plumpness and rub it into various shapes. When her lower body heated up, she couldn't help but twist the two **s tightly together. But she felt that Feng Xiao's bad hand was sneaking into her skirt and inserted it between her two tightly closed thighs, trying to squeeze a gap there.

"Brother is still so bad!" Feng Yao was angry and shyly spread her plump and slender thighs...

After a gust of wind and rain, Feng Yao struggled to get off Feng Xiao's legs. The feeling of powerlessness on her legs made her almost unstable. Feng Yao said shyly, "Brother, go to bed!" and entered the bathroom as if she ran away.

Looking at Feng Yao's graceful and charming back, Feng Xiao forced down the evil fire that was almost uncontrollable, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

With the promise first, he can't really ask for Feng Yao now.

This is a fatal torture.

In the quiet night, there was only the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and the faint fragrance still exuded his charming charm. Feng Xiao closed his eyes and felt the warmth of his family and lover silently.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually subsided, and Feng Xiao was too lazy to take a shower, so he went back to his room, his room was next to Yao'er.

The beauty who came out of the bath exuded a charm that shocked the world and was sobbing. Feng Yao gently stroked her slightly moist hair and came to Feng Xiao’s door, put it on the door and said softly, "Good night brother", and then floated back to her room like a fairy.

Your own home is always the warmest.

It would be even better if my brother was willing to sleep with himself in his arms like he did when he was a child.

If Feng Xiao knew Feng Yao's thoughts, he would have been wronged and sleeping with his beloved Yaoer. Not to mention that he could not bear it, the feeling of being able to touch but not touch would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

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The morning always comes as promised the next day, bringing the city a bright and joyful place that is different from the night.

When it was slightly bright, Feng Yao opened her eyes and habitually touched her pillow. She felt that it was wet. She shook her head helplessly.

After three years, every day when I wake up, my pillowcase will be wet inexplicably, as if she has tears that will never dry up. Sometimes I suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, but find that I am already in tears, and my heart feels like I have something stuck. The sadness makes her almost cry.

After adjusting his slightly messy hair, Feng Yao put on a wide sun hat and walked out of the house gently.

Feng Xiao got up, instantly cleared away the fatigue of inertia with the chaotic aura, and got up and came to the living room.

"Yao'er should have prepared breakfast."

The door was opened, and Feng Yao's figure appeared at the door, carrying breakfast in his hand.

"Brother, you get up." Feng Yao floated in front of her brother like a little butterfly.

"I went to buy breakfast so early." Looking at the breakfast in Feng Yao's hand, it exuded a fragrant wheat fragrance: "What is this?"

"Wheat porridge, eat it while it's hot. What else do you want to eat?" Feng Yao's eyes were full of care and love.

"I don't want anything else, you know I don't need to eat too much." Feng Xiao took the breakfast, his heart was filled with warm ripples, and he lowered his head and started eating.

Feng Yao smiled charmingly, turned around and walked into her brother's room, and began to lean over to tidy up.

Feng Xiao did not go to help, nor did he call her to come for dinner first, because he knew that the result would only be gently pushed by her. He was already used to Feng Yao's slightly domineering gentleness.

Feng Yao finished tidying up everything before she started having breakfast with her brother.

After the adoptive father passed away, they depended on each other, repeating this kind of warmth between brother and sister and lover.

After four years, Feng Xiao rarely went out since he dropped out of school at Peking University, let alone went out to work. His adoptive father did not leave any inheritance, but they were never short of money, and even bought this villa after his adoptive father died.

Feng Yao never asks her brother where the money comes from. Her trust and attachment to her brother are hopelessly blind.
Chapter completed!