Chapter 2: Angels and Demons

  It was already two o'clock in the morning, and more than half of the fluorescent lights on the ceiling had gone out. The carriage was dimly lit with a pale light, leaving only the soft hum of snoring and the rhythmic rumble of the wheels rolling on the tracks. Through the glass window, one could see far away into the vast darkness, several points of light flashing by rapidly in the distance.

  We have been on the train for fourteen hours now, although it's not very comfortable, everyone else is asleep on the table, only I keep rubbing a keychain and can't fall asleep.

  There is a small photo in the keychain, which was taken with Yan Ying on her birthday last month after I took her to have fast food. In the photo, Yan Ying is wrapped around me like an octopus, with a sly smile on her face after getting away with something. A delicious fresh milk birthday cake has more than half of it smeared on my face by her. I was left disheveled by the birthday girl who had just turned eighteen, but in that moment when the flash went off, our eyes were both filled with laughter.

  After taking the photo, Fu Ying suddenly stretched out a palm from behind me, "Brother, give me a birthday gift!"

  Birthday gift? I couldn't help but rub my nose and smile wryly: "Why don't I just give you myself for a day, that'll be the birthday gift!"

  It's really embarrassing to say, but I belong to a very poor family. Our dad is a strict and ruthless military man who treats us in a very serious and harsh way. I even suspect that he uses the training manual for soldiers on us. He often runs around for ten days without coming home, leaving my sister with me to take care of. The worst thing is that under the banner of teaching children to be thrifty, he only gives us 300 yuan in total as living expenses every month! As a result, we have to run back home from school to cook and eat our own lunch just to save money.

  After receiving this birthday gift from me in the evening, she issued her first command without any shyness: carry her back home. The fast food restaurant staff helped me open the glass door, and as we passed by each other, she smiled and said, "Your girlfriend is very pretty and lovely."

  It's an honor to walk with a beautiful girl, and in fact, from the moment we entered the fast food restaurant, I could feel the piercing gaze of men from all directions, which can satisfy a man's hypocritical self-esteem. Although she just turned 18, her figure is already suitable for participating in beauty pageants. Her 36CM bust is absolutely genuine, looking plump and upright, but she doesn't have the habit of wearing a bra, bouncing up and down, even I, as her brother, sometimes can't help but swallow my saliva secretly, let alone those men with eyes flashing like lightning.

  Wan Ying has a delicate and natural face, if you haven't seen her in person, you absolutely can't imagine how the originally ordinary features combine to suddenly burst forth with a quiet and sweet elegance like still water. When she smiles slightly, that captivating charm can make the world brighten up.

  Is the appearance of an angel and the figure of a devil referring to Wan Ying's type? At least by the time I was 21, I hadn't met a girl who was more beautiful and had an angelic temperament than her. Watching her grow up from a naive girl, my standards for girls also gradually increased. Although I received many secret notes and love letters from female classmates in my desk drawer, none of them moved me. In the end, I became known to everyone as the most unromantic and insensitive wooden lump who had never had a girlfriend.

  Wan Ying was lying on me, and as her body swayed back and forth, I could clearly feel the bulge in front of her chest gently rubbing against my back. But in my heart, I didn't even dare to think of the word "comfortable". When she whispered in my ear, a warm breath slipped in, and that overly intimate gesture suddenly raised the murderous aura around us by more than one level.

  A warm, itchy feeling rushed from my earlobe to my brain, and I suddenly took off in a sprint, leaving those gazes that were about to reach their boiling point far behind. In fact, I had to use the sprint as an excuse to cover up the wild heartbeat caused by Wan Ying's unintentional action.

  "Alright, big brother you run a bit faster! Come on!!”

  Wan Ying poured oil on the fire, and in order to make herself more stable and comfortable, her two legs were like practicing yoga, tightly wrapped around my waist. Her two arms hugged my neck, and as a result, my head was pressed into the twin peaks of her chest. As I ran with big strides, my cheeks felt her warmth and fullness through the thin clothes again and again, and my face became redder and redder. Later on, I ran faster and faster, and I couldn't even tell whether it was to hide my intense heartbeat or to feel that stimulation that made me almost moan out loud even more strongly.

  I actually carried nearly a hundred pounds of evening primrose and ran out more than two thousand meters, until my lungs were almost exploding from lack of oxygen before I slowed down.

  "Fu Yuxue..." A slightly hesitant voice came from the side of the road, I turned my head to look over, and saw a few students wearing Shan Da school uniforms standing under the bus stop sign, among them was a girl looking at me with a complex expression.

  "Hi, Zhao Wei, hello."

  This Zhao Yi is also a well-known figure in our Shanxi University, the city people's congress representative's darling, the strong contender for the student union chairman, the president of the women's basketball club, and the school-recognized beauty queen... yet she still doesn't have a boyfriend. So many shining points put together make her always surrounded by passionate pursuers, at least there are three die-hard fans around her now, but never seen her being polite to anyone.

  "She's your girlfriend, right? She's really beautiful. No wonder you never looked at other girls in school with straight eyes. Why don't you introduce me to her?"

  Wan Ying wrapped one arm around my neck, tightly pressed against my back, and used the other hand to hold a tissue to wipe away the sweat on my forehead. In such an intimate situation, if I told others that she was my sister, no one would believe it.

  "Don't let you answer her!" Wan Ying pinched my ear and shouted: "Don't forget that you are mine today!"

  This is truly a brilliant phrase! Coupled with our current actions, it's enough to make 99.99% of people have improper associations and kind misunderstandings. Faced with this unsolvable dead knot, I can only carry the black pot that was buckled on me by the little rascal and flee in disarray, leaving behind a trail of her joyful laughter.

  "Brother, why are you running so fast and your face is so red? Is it because you like that sister?"

  "The way she looks at you is so weird, she must like you. Trust your sister's instincts, after all I'm a woman too, and we're connected on this kind of thing!"

  "I'm really sorry, brother. You finally found a girl you like and made time to spend with her, but I ruined it. Sorry about that... Can you say something?"

  Who said that women are half angels and half devils? This sentence is really not wrong at all, this little girl obviously just likes to tease me, watching my face turn red and my neck thickening with amusement.

  "Is brother angry? How about this, on your birthday, I'll give myself to you as a gift and be your girlfriend, okay?"

  ……

  "Ah no......"

  I accidentally fell... it's dark and the road is slippery... hmm, I'm bleeding from my nose, must have accidentally bumped my nose.

  In the midst of Wan Ying's ravings and teasing, we finally walked the last thousand meters of the long road, looked up at the high-end residential area where our home was located, and saw that the window was still pitch black. It seemed that Dad hadn't come back today either.

  (Xiao Yao: Note that this book is not a **book, nor an H-book, nor a Mary Sue book. In the early stages, it was just to create a flawed protagonist. This book belongs purely to modern warfare genre. Brothers of the Mary Sue type will be disappointed.)