As the night drew to a close, Binjiang River banks were brightly lit.


A white sports car cruised through the night, with lights and shadows slanting, passing through the city center all the way to the Yunjin Lihua Hotel, and drove into the basement.


Jiang Yu sat in the car for a while before getting up.


It was quiet outside the suite.


She pushed the door open.


The indoor light is dim, and the huge projector screen emits a faint cold light.
A movie is playing on it, but the subtitles at the bottom are covered, and only quiet French lines are heard from the speakers.


Cheng Suran sat on the sofa with her head down, her lips opened and closed, as if she was talking to herself: “In June 1773, the crown prince and his wife came to Paris with great momentum, and people were very happy…” She said a series of Chinese lines.


At the same time, a group of carriages and horses passing through the street appeared on the projector screen, and a lady in a rococo dress smiled and looked at the cheering crowd on the side of the road.


She is interpreting simultaneously.


Jiang Yu looked at the screen, then her eyes fell on the girl again, her indifferent brows and eyes were tinged with surprise.


In the dark space, the cold light was like a fine mist, covering the girl's slender and light limbs.
Because she was too focused, she didn't notice her coming in.


After about ten minutes, she picked up the remote control and pressed pause, got up and walked to the screen, removed the cardboard covering the subtitles, then turned the volume to the minimum and continued playing.


She stares at the screen and speaks lines in French.


Jiang Yu stood in the shadow by the door, watching and listening quietly, the cold light of the screen reflected in her dark eyes, flickering slightly.


Another ten minutes passed.


Cheng Suran turned off the projector, lowered her head to fiddle with the computer, and was about to turn on the light.
When she turned around and saw the person by the door, and flinched in fright, “Sister…you, when did you come back?”


She thought her sister would not come back today.


Jiang Yu didn't answer, and walked over with a pair of long legs, “Is the laptop easy to use?”


“Yeah, it's very good.” Cheng Suran nodded like pounding garlic.


Jiang Yu raised the corners of her lips, and reached out to stroke the girl's hair, with a gentle smile on her brows and eyes.
Cheng Suran quietly observed her face, she seemed to be in a good mood, her eyes touched the softness, and she lost her thoughts for a moment.


“Sister, are you not angry with me?”


“Why should I be?”


“Ah, never mind then.” Cheng Suran shook her head with a smile, biting her lower lip, and the two little pear dimples curved happily,


Her eyes are big, in the shape of warm apricots, like deer, filled with watery light, and under the light, her eyelashes are like trembling cicada wings.


Jiang Yu stared at her for a moment, as if thinking about something, suddenly, she opened her arms and wrapped the girl in her arms, lowered her head slightly, and said softly, “Sleep in the master bedroom today.”


Cheng Suran hesitated for a moment, then nodded obediently: “Okay.”


A soft kiss landed on the side of her ear.




Jiang Yu went to take a shower.


Cheng Suran's mind drifted for a while, then bent over to pack her things.
She moved the books and the laptop back to her room, then sat on the sofa, got busy with some thoughts, while waiting.


She is actually an emotional person, a little sensitive, and even a trivial matter can touch her tears, but she never cries in front of others, she just hides and cries secretly.
She thought it was humiliating to be seen crying.


But she has already lost face in front of her sister twice.


Absolutely shouldn't happen tonight.


She is not afraid.


After a while, the sound of water in the large bathroom stopped, and then the door opened, and Jiang Yu came out wearing only her underwear.


Her hair is loose, light and comfortable, with excellent proportions, a pair of slender and straight legs, with tight and smooth lines, and a healthy and powerful beauty.


People with waists have short legs, and people with long legs have no waists, but she has both.


Cheng Suran stared straight at her.


A subtle emotion swelled in her heart…
She didn't seem to have touched her sister yet, but would her sister allow it?


When she was distracted, Jiang Yu had already returned to her room.


Cheng Suran hurriedly followed.


Only the desk lamp was on in the room, and the warm yellow light was soft, sparsely falling on the big bed, like a deep sea.
She suddenly remembered that night, her shoulders trembled, and her footsteps paused slightly.


Jiang Yu leaned against the head of the bed, wearing a wine-red nightgown, with slightly curly long hair hanging down, with one leg bent, like a cold and seductive beautiful snake.


She seemed to see through the timidity in the girl's heart.


“Come over.”




Cheng Suran climbed up from the other side, moved to her side, and looked at her obediently.


Jiang Yu couldn't help laughing, stretched out her hand to grab the person over, pinched the small ear with his fingertips, “What do you think about being a model?


Cheng Suran smelled the familiar fragrance on her body, relaxed her nerves, and said softly: “It's okay, if sister will pay me.”


“Of course,” Jiang Yu rubbed her earlobe and laughed, “How much do you want?”


“According to the standard of ordinary models would be just fine.”






Jiang Yu lowered her head and pecked the girl's lips, and said in a doting tone: “Others are ordinary, but you are sister's little friend.”


Cheng Suran's heart jumped suddenly, as if being rushed into the vortex by the rapids, she felt dizzy and lost her direction.


She murmured: “Then am I special?”






“Tomorrow afternoon, go directly to the company after class and wait for me in the office.
The door lock code is 060212, and there are snacks in the drawer of the coffee table, specially prepared for you, please don't run around, you know?” Jiang Yu said in an overly low voice  The voice is a bit magnetic, and there is an irresistible temptation.


Cheng Suran couldn't help but put her arms around Jiang Yu, “Okay.”


They stared at each other in silence, the air they breathe gradually merged together, and the fragrance of iris and sweet milk fermented in the warm yellow light.


She saw the flames burning in Jiang Yu's eyes, and heard her heart beat faster in her chest.


The shadows entrenched in her heart faded.


It's just that the thoughts are getting stronger and stronger, but there is no action.


Cheng Suran thought she was waiting for her, so she freed her hand and pulled off the tie, winked at Jiang Yu, and said tentatively: “Sister——”


Jiang Yu grabbed her hand.


“Let's rest early today.”




Cheng Suran opened her eyes wide.


The loosened robe only shook.
Jiang Yu glanced at it, pressed her thoughts, then tied it back quietly, and lowered her head and pecked lightly.




This time, she couldn't stop.


She seemed to be drowning, dizzy, and the silent space was filled with chaotic heartbeats.


Repeatedly, enthusiastically and for a long time.


“Are you afraid of me?” A soft voice suddenly came from next to her ear, Jiang Yu leaned back and remained still.


Cheng Suran shook her head in a daze: “I'm not afraid.”


Jiang Yu's breathing gradually became a little heavy, as if holding back something, she took a deep breath, wanted to tell her not to be afraid, but worried about scaring the kid more, so she coaxed, “Don't be afraid, sister likes you the most.”


With Cheng Suran, the game of control she once loved couldn't bring her joy, but only let her taste frustration.


She doesn't want the kid to be afraid of her, just like she is tired of the old games.


She wants this obedient bird to play freely in her palm.


For herself.


“Sister…” Cheng Suran was so confused that she forgot all shadows and fears.


She took the initiative to put her arms around Jiang Yu's shoulders.


But Jiang Yu stopped her in time, pulled the quilt piled up next to them, wrapped them up, and lay down quietly hugging her like this, brushing the messy hair on her face with the palm of her hand, “Hey, go to sleep.”


Cheng Suran was stunned, and suddenly woke up.


Could sister be accommodating her?


Otherwise, now completely…
She couldn't help but think about it again.




“I can't sleep.” Cheng Suran boldly grabbed that hand and kissed the palm.


Jiang Yu froze for a moment, pulled out her hand, hugged her, and patted her back lightly, “Lie down for a while and you will fall asleep.”


The embrace is very warm, surrounded by the familiar scent she likes, full of a sense of security.
In her memory, she had never been hugged to sleep before, and her heart that hadn't calmed down was beating non-stop, and the sound was extremely clear under the silence.


The desk lamp suddenly went out.


It went dark all around.


Cheng Suran subconsciously hugged Jiang Yu tightly, “Sister——”


“Hmm, I'm here.”


“I like you the most, too.”


Jiang Yu didn't speak.

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