Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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Then the siblings reconciled.

Qiao Jingjing continued spraying the medicine on her younger brother, then suddenly said quietly:

"Even a sweet kiss from my sister can't repay you."

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126. Caught in the act by mom while sharing a bed? Photos of the siblings.

Looking at Qiao Jingjing's bright face beside him, Qiao Yu blurted out without thinking:

"Then serve me in bed."

What's said can't be taken back, no matter what.

This is awkward.

To everyone's surprise, Qiao Jingjing softly replied, "Mmm!"

"Ok?"

Qiao Yu was shocked.

"I knew you wouldn't give up." Qiao Jingjing swung her hand and delivered twelve consecutive blows to her brother's head, taking the opportunity to retaliate. "Shameless scoundrel."

The two of them stayed up until 11 o'clock.

Qiao Jingjing went back to her room to sleep.

Qiao Yu took a shower, went back to his room, and lay down.

Just as drowsiness began to creep in, I heard the doorknob click.

Then Qiao Jingjing sneaked in.

They were sneaking around, like they were doing underground work.

"Why are you back again?" Qiao Yu was taken aback.

Qiao Jingjing shushed them, "Mom and Dad aren't asleep yet. They're whispering to each other in their room. Don't let them find out."

My sister lifted the blanket and crawled inside.

Qiao Yu felt a warm, soft body pressed close to him.

A delicate fragrance wafts into the nose.

"I was just saying it casually, and you actually came."

Qiao Yu was somewhat at a loss.

"What are you thinking about? It's been so long since we chatted. I just want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, a heart-to-heart talk."

Qiao Jingjing buried her face in the blankets.

She didn't want her younger brother to see the blush on her face.

Qiao Yu was being pretentious: "We can't sit together at the same table when we're seven. How old are you now?"

Qiao Jingjing retorted dramatically, "It's all your fault for wanting to take advantage of me all the time. I had no choice."

My sister is the type who forgets the pain once the wound heals, automatically ignoring the recent wet kiss incident.

Although it was because she kissed Qiao Yu first that it started.

However, Qiao Yu was very rational during his period of clarity.

At times like these, it's usually Qiao Jingjing who stirs up trouble.

Once Qiao Yu gets into the zone, Qiao Jingjing can only cry out in despair.

"How's the song I had you practice coming along?" Qiao Yu asked.

"It's so hard to sing, I can't hit the high notes at all."

Qiao Jingjing had a miserable expression.

Qiao Jingjing has a good voice and can handle most songs, and high notes are not a problem for her.

Except for songs with very high notes, she has no problems.

The song that Qiao Yu made her practice was too difficult for Qiao Jingjing; it was too challenging.

My voice often cracks halfway through a song.

"You've been practicing for half a month, and it's still not good enough?"

Qiao Yu reached out and pinched her fair and tender cheek.

“That kind of note is too hard to sing,” Qiao Jingjing pinched his nose and retaliated, “You should change the song for me.”

"Your voice could definitely reach that high; I think you're just slacking off," Qiao Yu said, dissatisfied.

"It can't go up, it can't go up."

Qiao Jingjing twisted her body vigorously in bed.

"Don't twist and turn..."

Qiao Yu's expression changed.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Jingjing asked.

Qiao Yu didn't answer, but instead tucked in his stomach. Qiao Jingjing understood, and said with a mixture of embarrassment and anger:

"You deserve to be beaten to death by your father."

"If you can't even sing well, what's the difference between you and a salted fish? Qiao Jingjing, you're going to be a pop diva." Qiao Yu changed the subject.

Qiao Jingjing's voice is not the kind that is crisp and ethereal.

It has a deep and resonant quality for a female voice.

They talked until midnight before falling into a deep sleep.

the next morning.

Qiao Yu woke up at seven o'clock. Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, and dust motes floated in the beams of light.

Qiao Jingjing was sleeping next to him, her long, slender legs straddling her younger brother's waist.

She buried her face in Qiao Yu's neck, where a faint scent of wash wafted from her hair.

Underneath her pajamas, the outline of her 36D breasts was so clearly visible.

Qiao Yu's first reaction upon waking up was to tighten his stomach...

I was afraid that something might happen by accident... thankfully nothing did.

Otherwise, Qiao Jingjing might dislike him again.

what……

Nima!

This doesn't seem like something to be happy about.

He put his arm around his sister's waist, preparing to take a nap.

At this time, the door opened.

Then came Mom's voice: "Ayu, I haven't seen Jingjing this morning."

"She's not in her room either, maybe she went to work. You can get up now."

When Qiao's mother pushed open the door and entered, she was stunned by what she saw in the room.

Her two children were lying on the bed.

They snuggled together, fast asleep.

Even though Qiao's mother was a gentle and kind woman from IKEA, her brows still twitched violently.

Qiao Jingjing was fast asleep, oblivious to everything, while Qiao Yu, who was awake, was terrified.

He felt inexplicably guilty.

He then pretended to have just woken up, sat up, and mumbled:

"How would I know where Qiao Jingjing went... Oh, so she's here with me."

"Mom, Qiao Jingjing is so annoying. She wouldn't leave yesterday."

The quick-witted Qiao Yu shifted the blame to his sister.

Aunt Qiao said in a deep voice, "Jingjing?"

Seeing that her daughter and son were dressed intact, Qiao's mother breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Qiao Jingjing woke up after being nudged a few times by her younger brother.

She sat up, squinting, looking dazed and charming.

Upon seeing her mother standing by the bed, she shuddered and her drowsiness vanished instantly.

Qiao Jingjing grumbled, "Oh dear, Mom, it's all Qiao Yu's fault. He insisted on chatting with me last night."

The quick-witted Qiao Jingjing shifted the blame to her younger brother.

Qiao's mother's lips twitched, as if she were implying something, "You two are really siblings, can't you be serious for once?"

"How old are you? Still sleeping together? That's ridiculous!"

"Get up and wash up quickly, we're waiting for you two to have breakfast."

Qiao's mother scolded her a few times, then left with a frown.

Qiao Jingjing reached out and grabbed her younger brother's ear, angrily saying:

Why didn't you lock the door? Why didn't you lock the door?

Qiao Yu retorted, "You were the one who entered my room, how come you don't remember turning around to lock the door?"

Qiao Jingjing retorted angrily, "I've already slept with you, what's wrong with you locking the door?"

Qiao Yu was terrified: "Damn it, keep it down! If Dad hears us, do we even want to live anymore?"