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6 years ago, early morning on June 7th—
Liang was locked in his room on the 3rd floor as usual.
The room was lit with fluorescent lights, and he sat in front of his laptop screen on a chair.
He has encountered a bottleneck in his creative process; his fingers are not tapping the keyboard as quickly as usual. The recent creative work has been very difficult. It's already halfway through the year, but the second work of this year has not been completed, and the first work has poor sales and a mediocre response. It's lacking a conclusion - a climax with enough tension. He has already figured out how to write it, but he just doesn't know how to start. "No feeling" - as detective novelist Chen Haoji said. Although Liang mainly creates and excels in horror and suspense novels, the kind that requires rigorous logic and layout is not his specialty. But the feeling of being stuck is common among novel creators. Is this the so-called creative low point? Although he has experienced it before, it's more like he has been standing still all this time.
Despite writing many works, he just kept writing without reflection, consideration for the market, or consideration for what readers want to see. He continuously wrote what he liked because his creative desire was strong, and he couldn't stop writing. However, because he selfishly only wrote according to his own preferences, without considering anything else, it was difficult for him to progress. Even though he didn't need to consider sales due to his family background, he still had to consider the issues of his writing career. If he continued to write works that didn't sell, his writing career would eventually come to an end. In order to continue surviving as a novelist, it was definitely not a simple matter. He propped his chin with one hand, and rhythmically tapped the table with his index finger. The word count on the computer screen showed 536 words in the chapter.
He usually writes until three in the morning and then sleeps until 11 o'clock the next day. Sometimes, when inspiration strikes and his creative desire is strong, he will even write through the night. The room is soundproof, with almost no sound inside except for the clock on the table, which keeps making a "tick-tock" sound every second. Liang pinched his temples, furrowing his brow in frustration. The creative block made him extremely restless, so he decided to take a break from writing and go to the second-floor study to look for inspiration in books.
Suddenly, the door quietly opened. He looked over and saw Shizhi standing at the doorway. She had one hand on the doorknob and the other rubbing her eyes. Her eyes were a bit swollen, and her face was very pale. It was only early summer, but the weather was already very hot, making it unbearable even at night.
Despite the air conditioning in Liang's room being set to 25 degrees, when Shizhi opened the door, the hot air blowing in from outside still made him feel just how hot it was out there.
Shizhi is only 18 years old this year, but her body has already matured. Her skin is fair and smooth, and her slender figure is tall and eye-catching, with a chest and hips that are a size larger than her peers.
She is wearing a white camisole, with only underwear on her lower body, exposing her slender and long arms and legs. The chest area of the camisole is raised high like a mountain.
Through the slightly transparent vest, you can vaguely see the situation inside.
Liang noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. This was normal, after all, she was sleeping, but—
He turned his gaze back to the computer screen. Although he still had no expression on his face, his heart was already in turmoil.
"Why are you still not asleep at this late hour?" he glanced at the alarm clock on the table and asked. The clock showed it was almost one o'clock. Although not obvious, he felt his tone was slightly higher than usual.
"Can't sleep," she said wearily. She closed the door and walked into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking tired and anxious.
Right, there's less than 8 hours left before she takes the college entrance exam. Liang thought. Maybe the pressure is too much, and she's too nervous to sleep.
But he didn't know what to say at this moment. Since his student days, interpersonal relationships had been something he had always tried to avoid. It wasn't that he disliked interacting with people, but rather that he was afraid—pathologically afraid. Even when it came to his sister, he couldn't act naturally in front of her. However, there was another reason, perhaps the main reason— he loved Shizhi. And— it wasn't the familial love of a brother for his sister. He was very aware that he had developed romantic feelings for his own sister.
When did it start?
This five-and-a-half-story luxury house was bought by Liang and Shizhi's father, The Pacific Ocean, many years ago.
Later, The Pacific Ocean became more and more successful in the business world and bought several more luxurious villas, so this building was no longer needed. He didn't intend to sell it, so it was left unoccupied.
Liang After graduating from college, he told his father that he wanted to live here because the building is located in the outskirts, quieter, and conducive to his novel writing. His father agreed. A year later, Shizhi, who graduated from junior high school, was admitted to a high school very close to here, so she also moved here to live.
Shizhi The longer she grows, the more beautiful she becomes, causing Liang, who is already not good at socializing, to be even more afraid to face her.
When she was very young, Liang already liked her very much, but at that time it was just a simple familial love.
She moved in to live with him, which was the fuse. Since then, his feelings for her quickly heated up and evolved into love. If others knew, they would definitely mock him as a lowly "sister lover." It doesn't matter, and he didn't plan to let anyone else know about it. He just buried it deep in his heart, and of course, he wouldn't let Shizhi know, not only because he is not good at expressing himself, but also because he is very clear - they are siblings, and there can be no outcome.
However, why can't siblings be together? Is it because the law doesn't allow it? Walking hand in hand, intimately leaning against each other as they walk down the street, who can tell that they are brother and sister? In the end, he is just using the law as an excuse, cowardly avoiding and not daring to face his own heart.
Liang absentmindedly stared at the computer screen.
Suddenly, he felt a weight on his back, and a pair of delicate white hands wrapped around his neck.
"Bro, I'm so nervous, so scared. What if I fail the exam?" Shizhi She leaned her face against Liang's head and whispered softly. Her voice revealed deep anxiety.
Liang stared blankly. He wanted to say "Just do your best, don't think too much," but he couldn't say it. Her body was tightly pressed against him, her soft chest against his back...
The heat inside him had reached its limit, completely breaking through the already burning edge of reason.
Liang gently grabbed Shizhi's arm, turned around, and kissed her on the lips. Shizhi was momentarily surprised, but she didn't struggle or resist. "Can a guy like me do this? Am I qualified to do this?" These thoughts lingered in the corner of his mind, but Liang didn't stop. He stood up, awkwardly kissing her, and gently pushed her towards the edge of the bed. Liang was only 1.60 meters tall, 6 centimeters shorter than the tall Shizhi.
Shizhi Lying on the bed, Liang pressed against her, clumsily removing her tank top and panties.
Having lived a quarter of a century, Liang had never dated a girl, let alone made love. This was his first time—of course, Shizhi was the same, so both of them were very clumsy and awkward.
After it was over, both of them lay exhausted on the bed. Shizhi nestled in Liang's arms, and he held her shoulder. Both of them lay quietly, without speaking.
Not long after, he heard the steady breathing of Shizhi. She was sleeping deeply and peacefully. Her expression seemed satisfied and happy, perhaps it was an illusion. Liang still couldn't fall asleep, maybe due to his biological clock. He held Shizhi and stared blankly at the ceiling. A mix of happiness and unease filled his entire being.
Is this really okay? What just happened feels like a dream, unreal, leaving him feeling at a loss.
He doesn't know how long it's been, and he closes his eyes in a daze.
Suddenly, he realizes that he hasn't set the alarm, so he might oversleep tomorrow, miss the college entrance examination, but before he can get up to set the alarm, he falls asleep—this is a long-awaited, very deep good sleep.
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