Insufficient balance

  "Brother..." Along with a soft cry, a pair of smooth and crystal-like jade arms had already wrapped around his neck.

  Feng Xiao smiled slightly and turned around to hug Feng Yao: "Just logged off from the game?"

  "Hmm! ...Brother, are you reading posts about Shura? I often hear people mention this person, and it seems like he's the strongest character in the entire game." Feng Yao whispered softly from behind her brother.

  "That's right, he's a very formidable person, not only formidable but also majestic and powerful, elegant and refined, intelligent and wise, with an aura of grandeur, just like a god descending to the mortal world..." The wind blows wildly without stopping, heavily praising himself, patting his own back, and secretly enjoying it.

  "Hehe...... Brother, won't that Asura be you?!"

  “……”

  "Because my brother never praises anyone except himself. Moreover, I suspected that the first place was my brother's from the start, because no matter what he does, if he doesn't get first place, he'll be a bit unhappy, let alone, my brother has always been the strongest in the world." Feng Xiao's autumn water eyes were filled with a hidden smile and admiration, her understanding of her brother surpassed even herself.

  "Hahaha......" Feng Xiang turned around and picked up Feng Yao, letting her sit horizontally in his arms: "My Yao'er is not only a heavenly fairy, but also extremely intelligent... Hmm, of course, your brother I am also one of the rare ones in heaven and unparalleled on earth, barely matching my lovely Yao'er."

  Feng Xiao finally stopped being annoying and started telling his sister, Feng Yao, about the various strange encounters he had in the game. He told her about the countless unbelievable things and bizarre stories that happened to him, making Feng Yao let out occasional squeals of delight and her mouth form a cute "O" shape.

  "Ah! You're indeed the most formidable brother I have!" Feng Yao's eyes were filled with infatuation and admiration.

  Feng Yao was originally absolutely beautiful. Under the reflection of the lamp, that stunningly beautiful jade face became even more charming, making Feng Xiao's belly burn with fire.

  She heard Feng Xiu's increasingly heavy breathing, and Feng Yao smiled gently, her fragrant buttocks slightly shifting, her slender white arms lightly encircling his neck.

  Feng Yao wore only a tight-fitting white dress, her entire curvaceous body forming a continuous and seductive curve, her breasts were about to burst out, her waist was slender, this kind of situation should have been sexy and beautiful, but Feng Yao's face at this time looked extremely calm, making her whole body shrouded in a layer of serenity and holiness.

  Feng Xiao felt as if all the blood in his body was about to burst out, he raised his hands and gently pushed up Feng Yao's top and bra, grasping those full and high beautiful breasts, gently kneading them.

  "Ah! Brother……!" Feng Yao's murmurs were like a dream, and she couldn't even hear herself. Then a pair of small hands gently stroked Feng Xiao's cheeks, suddenly, she raised her small face, opened her cherry mouth, and lightly poked out her pink tender tongue, biting onto Feng Xiao's lips, putting her little tongue into his mouth, and entwining it dazedly.

  "Ah!" Feng Yao moaned, her voice like a murmur in a dream. A large amount of sweet saliva flowed into Feng Xiao's mouth without any restraint. She felt her plump breasts being grasped and kneaded by Feng Xiao into various shapes, and her lower body grew hot, causing her to involuntarily clench her legs together tightly. However, she felt Feng Xiao's mischievous hand stealthily entering her skirt, inserting itself between her tightly closed thighs, trying to force open a gap.

  "Brother is still so bad!" Feng Yaofang's heart scolded, and she shyly opened her two plump and slender long legs...

  After a stormy rain, Feng Yao struggled to get down from Feng Xiao's legs, the weakness in her legs made her almost unable to stand still. With a blush, she said "Brother, go sleep quickly!" and escaped into the bathroom.

  Gazing at Feng Yao's enchanting and alluring back figure, Feng Xiao forcibly suppressed the evil fire that was about to get out of control, and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

  He promised first, he can't really have Feng Yao yet.

  This is a deadly torture.

  In the quiet night, there was only the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and the faint fragrance still emitted its charming charm. Feng Xian closed his eyes and silently felt the warmth of family and loved ones.

  The sound of water in the bathroom gradually subsided, and Feng lazily finished his bath and returned to his own room, which was just next door to Yao'er's.

  The beauty who had just finished bathing was emitting a charm that could move the heavens and ghosts, Feng Yao gently stroked her slightly damp hair, came to the door of Feng Xiao's room, stuck to the door and softly said "brother goodnight", then floated back to her own room like an ethereal fairy.

  One's own home is always the warmest.

  It would be better if brother could hold himself and sleep like when he was a kid.

  If Feng Xiao knew about Feng Yao's thoughts, he would definitely cry out in injustice, hugging his beloved Yao'er to sleep, not to mention whether he could bear it or not, just the feeling of being able to touch but not being able to touch was more unbearable than killing him.

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  Dawn always arrives on time the next day, bringing a different kind of brightness and joy to this city from the dark night.

  When it was slightly bright, Feng Yao opened her eyes and habitually touched her pillow, feeling the dampness, she shook her head in some helplessness.

  It's been three years, every day when she wakes up, her pillow is mysteriously wet with tears, as if she has an endless supply of tears. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she suddenly wakes up to find herself crying uncontrollably, and her heart feels like it's being choked by something, making her want to scream out loud.

  Windy tidied up her disheveled hair and put on a wide-brimmed sun hat, then walked out of the house quietly.

  Feng Xiao sprang up from bed, and with a burst of chaotic energy, instantly dispelled the fatigue that had accumulated. He got out of bed and came to the living room.

  "Yao'er should have prepared breakfast already."

  The door opened and Feng Yao's figure appeared at the entrance, holding breakfast in her hand.

  "Brother, you're up." Feng Yao floated in front of her brother like a small butterfly.

  "You're going to buy breakfast so early?" Looking at Feng Yao's hands holding breakfast, with a hint of wheat fragrance: "What is this?"

  "Have some hot oatmeal. Do you want anything else?" Feng Yao's eyes were filled with concern and affection.

  "No need for anything else, you know I don't need to eat too much." Feng Xiao took over the breakfast, with a warm ripple in his heart, and started eating with his head down.

  Feng Ya smiled charmingly and walked into her brother's room, starting to tidy up.

  Feng Xiao didn't go to help, nor did he call out for her to come and eat first, because he knew the result would only be being gently pushed away by her. He was already used to Feng Yao's slightly overbearing gentleness.

  Feng Yao tidied up everything before having breakfast with her brother.

  After her godfather's death, they relied on each other for survival, repeating this warm and intimate relationship between siblings and lovers.

  It's been four years since Feng Xizuo dropped out of Peking University and rarely went out, let alone worked. His adoptive father didn't leave any inheritance, but they never lacked money, and even bought this villa after his death.

  Feng Yao would never ask her brother where his money came from. Her trust and dependence on him had become blind to the point of being incurable.