Shuangli of kmhm

?It has been more than half a month since I came to the United States. I live in the house Liwen bought here. Except for the hospital work, I still have a lot of free time.

One day, I was bored in the house playing computer, when I heard a rustling sound coming from the door, it seemed that someone was there, maybe it was a thief.I was a little nervous, so I took a broom for self-defense, walked cautiously to the door, and asked tentatively, "Who is it?"

The voice at the door suddenly stopped, replaced by the familiar voice "It's me. You are at home, then open the door, I am too lazy to look for the key." It was Li Wen.

I opened the door, and he was standing outside the door, holding a big bag, with a tired look on his face. "Why haven't you slept yet?" he said as he walked in.

"These two days are relatively free. I slept a lot during the day. But why are you here?" I walked to the living room with him.

"Girl, have you forgotten? Today is your birthday. You spent my birthday with me 20 years ago, but now you are not used to it?" He came over and put his arms around my neck from behind, "Happy birthday , Li Zhen."

That's right, during the 20 years of being twins with him, I have celebrated his birthday. It turns out that today is my own birthday.

I am 27 years old this year, my name was Cha Daoxian for seven years, and my birthday was today for those seven years.

Since my mother took me back to Wu's house and changed my name to Wu Lizhen, I forgot my name, my background, and my painful memories.

But he saved them for me.

After Li Wen said her blessings, she took out the dishes made by her mother from her bag, arranged the kimbap into a circle, and said, "I came in a hurry, and it's not easy to bring cakes. It's almost twelve o'clock, so let's make do with this first." Go." He put a candle in the middle of the kimbap and asked me to make a wish.

Although I was amused by his creativity, I still made my wish in good faith.Wish: All the people I care about are safe and happy.

After making a wish, blowing out the candles, and eating the "cake", he took out another gift box from his bag, which was square like a book.

I was about to dismantle it, but he quickly stopped me, "You can watch it when I go back tomorrow."

I immediately diverted my attention, "Are you going back tomorrow? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Well, I've been very busy recently." He rubbed the space between his brows, "I'll be free next week, next week, next week, I'll come see you again."

"Forget it. It's too late. It's okay. Don't come. I'm going back to China next week. Just wait."

He nodded, I saw his eyelids were clenched, I pushed him, "Go to sleep in your room, your room is still there, get some sleep, you have to catch a plane tomorrow."

He staggered back to the room, I laughed, it must be due to jet lag.

I also nestled in my own bed, but I couldn't sleep a little.Thinking of his gift, I feel like a cat's paw is scratching my heart. "Anyway, I haven't promised him not to read it." Thinking like this, he opened the gift box, and it turned out to be a book.

It took me a long time to finish reading this book, which was written by Li Wen for me.

I don't know when my eyes are wet.

I don't know how to describe this story. It's a tragedy about first love, but it makes me feel a bit of a sense of substitution, as if he is the hero and I am the heroine, but this is a tragedy.

There is a paragraph in the book that impressed me deeply. :

What is first love to a man?Can't it be easily forgotten?Do you still want to open it after taking it apart?Is it okay to have crease marks?

Depending on the situation, it is different. If you fold it once, you will be thankful. If you open it again, you will be nostalgic. If you open it twice, you will be sad. If you open it three times, it will be pain.

If you look through it repeatedly like this and it becomes rotten, your heart will be torn apart.After being torn apart, endure until numb.That's it.

I think I understand somewhat where his anxiety comes from.

How painful it must have been for him, in the past years.

I jumped out of the bed and walked to Li Wen's bed. He woke up from a light sleep, half-opened his eyes and looked at me, "What's the matter, haha" and yawned, and the sleepiness still haunted him.

I shook my head, thinking.

He didn't force it, looked at my clothes, and said, "Why did I come here in pajamas, and I don't know how to add more clothes, whether it's cold or not, come up to the bed and say." He lifted the quilt and moved a bed for me.

I lay face to face with him, and said, "I have read the new book, I like it very much, thank you."

He let out a "hmm", then suddenly woke up and dozed off. "Ah?!" He pretended not to care, "I saw it, oh, oh, good."

"But I don't like heroines," I said again.

"Ok?"

I tried my best to organize my words, "Liwen, have I not told you that I love you. I, love, you. I am very happy that there is one you in this world. One who loves me so much, one who cares so much My you, a you who understands me so well, a you who is so compatible with me, I love you, even if you are my biological brother, I will love you, even if you are incest, even if you are not understood by others, I will love you you."

This confession wasted my strength, I paused, with a relaxed smile "What's more, what's more, you are not my biological brother, so I have more reasons to love you. Fortunately, you no."

After he heard me finish speaking, there were waves in his eyes, he pulled my shoulders, hugged me tightly, and put his lips against my ear, "You know, I heard what you said, what is the thing I want to do most now? Right?" His voice was like the whisper of the wind, plucking at my heartstrings.His hot body was pressed against mine, and I seemed to be able to feel his burning heat.

I also put my mouth close to his left ear and said the sweetest words "So, just do what you want."

Before the words fell, he had already touched my face, and the word "bar" had been swallowed in his mouth.His lips and hands seemed to be on fire, making my lips, face and body also burn.

He caressed my back with one hand, and slid his hand over my chest, trying to unbutton my pajamas, but I did the same.His mouth finally left mine and buried it in my neck.However, as soon as I had a break, the voice that overflowed from my mouth was "Ouba~" It was so sticky that I would blush when I heard it.

Hearing this sound, he was shocked, and quickly got into what he was doing, more enthusiastically.

When the morning sun woke me up from my sleep, I opened my eyes dimly, er... something seemed wrong.Close your eyes and reopen them.Ah! Last night, oh my god what did I do, I think my expression is totally out of control.Li Wen also opened her eyes, her voice was still a little unclear, "Morning~" "Morning..." Her voice was hoarse, which reminded me of last night even more.This person, this is the person, kept forcing me to call him "I", and when I called him "Ou", he got excited, and when I was excited, he asked me to call me "brother". This vicious cycle lasted for one night, and my voice became hoarse, and my body was also sore.Could it be that the word "Ouba" is an aphrodisiac? ? ?I don’t want to call him brother anymore, and I don’t want to see him! Thinking of last night, my cheeks were hot, and I saw half of his chest leaking out of the quilt. I turned around angrily. "Early", early ghost.

My heart was pounding, but I couldn't help but pay attention to his movements.He leaned over, buried his head and approached me, put one hand on my waist, the exposed skin conveyed the feeling of the body more clearly, the tip of his nose rubbed against my back, like a fine electric current, my whole body Both are a bit crispy.Hey, this person, are you possessed by a moron?Stop, the rhythm is not right, you can't snatch the fire early in the morning, I grabbed his hand to prevent him from sliding on me, and said, "Aren't you on the plane today, when are you leaving?"

He wasn't affected at all, although his hands didn't move, it made me feel dangerous, so he said calmly, "I changed it last night, and I'll leave tomorrow."

"Didn't you say there is still important work to do?"

"Not as important as you." He whispered in his ear.

Change the subject again, "By the way, come here, do you want to meet Brother Xinhe?"

"No, it's just such a short time. I don't have time to see him." He resolutely rejected it.

"However, Brother Xinhe's words made me a little concerned. He said that he had seen a person who looked very similar to me. I was wondering if it really had something to do with me. After all, I am not sure about what happened when I was young. , isn't it?" So like, could it be twins or something?

Li Wen finally got a little dissatisfied, turned over and lay on her back, with a bit of aggrieved and impatient tone, "Why do you always mention Xin Hyuk... Forget it, did he still tell you that he also knows someone who looks exactly like me?" people?"

"Correct."

"Do you know what is the most important skill in writing a novel?" He paused, and said in a tone of resentment, "It's nonsense, some people say that there is nothing, and some people say that there is nothing, you just believe it. Are you stupid? ?”

At this moment, the charming atmosphere is really gone, I grabbed his ears dissatisfied, "Yes, I am stupid! I believe it, Mr. Writer can't believe it, then why should I believe you, go back to Korea !"

He was busy trying to please me again. ?