Insufficient balance

  "Wow!"

  I turned the faucet to its maximum, and icy tap water sprayed out in dozens of glittering silver threads, falling straight onto my body. I raised my head, watching as the bathroom ceiling light distorted through the mist into all sorts of strange colors.

  I took a 30-minute cold shower, until my nostrils felt sour and itchy, and I couldn't help but let out a big sneeze. Only then did I drag my exhausted body back to the bedroom, do 300 push-ups and 150 sit-ups as usual, after which I almost fell onto my hard little bed.

  After a series of extremely intense physical exertions, my spirit was surprisingly excited, staring blankly at the ceiling with wide eyes, unable to fall asleep. I didn't dare think about anything, and as soon as my thoughts started to wander, I would recall the kind of deadly tenderness and softness that only belonged to girls, brought by the friction on my cheeks while walking. Although I knew I shouldn't, the thrill similar to tasting forbidden fruit made me involuntarily challenge the moral defense line I had established time and time again.

  A faint knock at the door came from outside, I picked up the luminous watch and saw that it was already 3 o'clock in the morning. What did Wan Ying want to do with me so late?

  I have always had a habit of hastily putting on a nightgown that I rarely wear and opening the door.

  "Brother!" Wan Ying's face had a sickly flush, and she leaned softly against the door frame, as if she had lost all strength to support her body. I instinctively reached out my hand to feel her forehead temperature.

  Her forehead was scorching hot!

  "You're sick and still wearing so little, standing outside the door. Hurry back to bed!" I reached out and scooped her into my arms, carrying her into her own bedroom and gently laying her on the bed. "You rest first, I'll go call a car to take you to the hospital!"

  "Wait a minute, I'm fine." Wan Ying pulled on the hem of my pajamas and said in a low voice, "I really don't have any illness, I just have a small problem that I want to ask you about."

  Isn't she ill yet?! Hearing her words, I couldn't help but feel both angry and anxious. Her body temperature was at least 39 degrees, and when I hugged her just now, her body felt as soft as a cotton candy. Is she already delirious from the fever?

  Wan Ying's face turned even redder, as if it could bleed, she habitually pinched the corner of my clothes and started braiding a braid. Every time she was nervous or made unreasonable demands on me, she would do this. "You must promise me first, the question I ask you, you won't let a third person know, this is just a secret between us two, okay?"

  I laughed loudly and rubbed her hair vigorously.

  Wan Ying hesitated for a moment, then suddenly grabbed a pillow and covered her face. In a voice smaller than a mosquito's, she asked: "Brother, how do you view ** issue?"

  What?

  My mind went blank for a full thirty seconds, my sister and I may have been close enough to talk about anything, but she often took advantage of being the younger sibling to tease me, however, we had never touched on such sensitive topics before.

  This is a very difficult question to answer, and before I had time to think about how to respond, Wan Ying asked cautiously from behind the pillow: "Brother, do you usually **?"

  I almost fell straight to the ground, what's wrong with this girl today?

  It's really hard to answer this kind of question for my own sister, I hesitated for a while before saying: "That... um... according to the relevant authoritative departments' investigation, more than 90% of males have ** records and habits, so... I also... occasionally will..."

  Wan Ying lifted the pillow and peeked at me through a slit, making sure I wasn't lying. After confirming, she quickly covered her face with the pillow again and asked in a muffled voice: "So, how does brother look at girls?"

  This question is even harder to answer, looking at Wan Ying wrapped tightly in her blanket, I felt like I was facing a minefield, proceeding with caution: "According to reports... sixty percent of girls have experienced... uh... **, so it's not something strange. And ** isn't bad either, there won't be any infectious diseases, appropriate ** can even alleviate mental stress and promote endocrine function, making girls look like they have smoother skin that's full of elasticity, looking radiant..."

  Damn it! What the heck am I saying?! How did I just blurt out all that "not suitable for minors" stuff I saw on a physiology website? But my shameless rambling actually had some effect, as Wan Ying's little head finally poked out from under the pillow. Her face looked even redder, and her hair was mussed up in a few places, giving her a more languid and beautiful look than usual - it was as if this languor made her seem much more mature.

  "So... if I had done it... would brother look down on me?!" I have to perk up my ears to the highest point, just barely able to make out what she's saying.

  Why did she want to consult with me about her own private secrets? My puzzlement didn't last long, as Wan Ying covered her burning face and suddenly buried herself in my arms, punching my chest with her small right fist, accusing: "It's all your fault, brother! I was just trying to tease you a bit, but you ran away from me for so long, and then you came back and rubbed against me, making me wonder... what it feels like. I'm 18 now and an adult, but I don't have a boyfriend, so..."

  It turns out that I was the one who was wrong, I only thought about getting that kind of secret stimulation from her, but forgot what the book told me, that the place where I quietly took advantage was the most sensitive and easiest to arouse a girl's desires. However, my sister did such a thing, there is no need to tell me.

  "I once read a book which said that when it comes to using props, the best ones are made of......"

  Wait, isn't Wan Ying going to discuss with me what material is most suitable?! Although I'm her brother, hearing such a provocative topic also makes it somewhat unbearable for me. She's leaning against my chest, and the soft breath she exhales is gradually heating up my body. Now I have an urge to push her away and escape immediately.

  "I went to the kitchen to find a... but it was too thin, I accidentally... broke it," At this moment, the girl's shyness made Wan Ying's aggrieved tears finally unbearable, and they dripped down my pajamas onto my chest. Her right hand also began to transform from a fist into fingers, gently stretching out two fingers to pinch a small piece of muscle on my chest, then slightly twisting it with force. As I let out a cold breath, she sobbed: "I couldn't get it out no matter how hard I tried, my whole body is so weak that I don't have any strength left, so I had to find you for help."

  Huh...????

  This is really a big problem, although embarrassing but there is one question I still have to ask clearly: "What broke..."

  Wan Ying stretched out her hand and twisted it hard on my chest again, then whispered: "Radish."

  ……

  Will you help or not?!

  As soon as I see Wan Ying's rain-soaked appearance, even if it means putting me on a knife and throwing me into a pot of boiling oil, I, as her older brother, would have no choice but to agree. And I wouldn't want you, a stranger, to face my sister in this state either. But helping someone like that makes me feel really guilty. She's been lying in my arms the whole time, her right hand constantly creating wounds on my chest, while her left hand is subconsciously gently stroking the evidence of her own crime, as if trying to make my injuries less painful. But she doesn't know that these two completely opposite actions have been continuously teasing me, and it took a 30-minute cold shower for me to barely suppress the desire that had been building up.

  Wan Ying suddenly sat up and glared at me fiercely, raising the pillow with both hands and hitting me once. With a dissatisfied "tsk", she said: "Brother is too bad! You don't help me think of a solution, but instead sit here thinking about all sorts of nonsense!"

  This time it seems like I shouldn't be blamed, even if I could control my heart, I couldn't control the instincts of my body. (Little demon: Note that this book is not a ** book, nor an H-book, nor a stud horse book. In the early stages, we just wanted to create a flawed protagonist. This book is purely a modern war theme. Sorry to disappoint those who were expecting something else.)