My Sister is Very Obsessive: Chapter 319 : Sweet is my favorite taste

Not long after she separated from Xia Xiaoman and the others, her sister's phone called.

Standing under the shade of the street trees by the roadside, the sound of cicadas in the canopy overhead suddenly stopped.

I looked down at the constantly ringing mobile phone in my hand, and the ringtone of the incoming call seemed to have a rush that belonged to my sister.

My sister, who was probably sitting at the table, staring at her phone waiting for me to call, got impatient, so she couldn't help but call me on her own initiative.

The one in the canopy overhead probably saw that I was just standing in the shade under the canopy and didn't do anything to hurt them, so he began to shout "Zhizhizhi" again.

I smiled slightly, answered the phone calmly, and put the receiver close to my ear

"Why didn't you call me!"

As soon as the call was connected, the elder sister's angry questioning voice came from the other end of the phone.

I imagined her lovely expression with her beautiful eyes and bulging pink cheeks in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a full sweetness in my heart.

Who can understand that there is a person who can make your heart full of sweetness when you think of her. What kind of beauty will this be?

"Are you angry?"

My voice was soft, soft, and asked with a smile.

"Um!"

In front of me, my sister is not shy about her emotions, whether they are happy, angry, or something else.

Because she knows that when she is happy, I will accompany her to be happy, and when she is angry, I will coax her to be happy.

I am also very happy to have such trust from her.

"You don't even call me!"

The elder sister's voice was small and her tone was a little aggrieved.

"I called you three times before, but you didn't answer it yourself!"

"But if I don't answer, shouldn't you keep calling me, I've been calling you all the time!"

"If I keep calling you, will you answer?"

I asked her with a slight smile.

"Well…"

My sister was at a loss for words. She was thinking about me and acting like a spoiled child.

As for my phone call, she probably won't answer until she gets angry enough, or when she thinks I'm anxious enough.

I just smiled lightly,

"Sister, I know you too well."

"Humph!" My sister snorted slightly dissatisfied, "I've decided, I won't give you a hug today."

After listening to her words, I smiled and shrugged indifferently,

"Don't give me a hug? Hehe, sister, you are still naive. I want to hug you, do you still need it?"

"You still dare to use force?"

My sister's voice sounded a little surprised!

I just smiled, but said nothing.

To put it in a strong way, it is estimated that it is not enough, because I have serious doubts, when she sees me, she can't help but throw herself into my arms.

"Why didn't you speak!"

I was silent for a while, then my sister couldn't help but asked in a low voice, a little puzzled.

"I'm listening to your voice!"

"But I didn't speak!"

"I'm listening to the sound of your breathing!"

"Can you hear the breathing too?"

The sister looked a little surprised.

"What's so nice about breathing."

"It's not all about the sound of breathing!" My voice was very soft, "While listening to the sound of your breathing, imagine the sweetness in your little mouth!"

"Huh, huh-"

Not long after my voice fell, the sound of my sister blowing came from the handset of the phone.

I couldn't help laughing when I thought about how she was holding her phone, looking into the phone's microphone, puffing out her pretty pink cheeks, but blowing so hard.

My sister probably heard my laughter, but she probably didn't know why I was laughing.

"You always say that my breath is very sweet!" My sister said, her tone a little confused, "But why can't I smell or taste it myself?"

This fool, when I say 'sweet', I don't mean the real taste that is reflected in the sense of smell and taste!

The sweetness I tasted is more of a manifestation of my love for her. This is a taste that I like, fragrant, sweet, and greasy.

"But I tasted it!"

"It's so weird!"

"Yeah!"

As we were talking, my sister and I seemed to have suddenly lost the conversation, so both of us suddenly fell silent, but the call was not cut off.

I was walking with the phone in my hand, listening to the receiver carefully and earnestly. Although we didn't say anything at this time, even in the silent atmosphere, it didn't seem embarrassing at all.

Just like she was sitting next to me, she said whatever came to her mind, and if she had nothing to say for a while, she could keep silent.

I don't really want to hang up, even though I know it would be a waste of money.

However, I seem to be the one answering the phone...

The sun in the middle of the morning was a bit dazzling, and the dew on the grass in the morning had already evaporated.

Although the ground was swept by the janitors in the morning, the half-yellow and half-green leaves in early autumn would always fall inadvertently at any time.

When I could almost see the big iron gate of the boys' dormitory, I remembered that in the previous call with my mother, my mother said that she called my sister last night, but she didn't answer.

Although my explanation to my mother was that she might not have noticed because she was concentrating on writing novels, but for the real situation, you have to ask my sister.

"Sister, what were you doing last night, why didn't you answer your mom's call!"

"Last night, I was coding until late, I didn't notice it!"

My sister's voice was a little vague and her tone was very casual.

"You must have been on the phone with your mother just now!"

"Well, how do you know, did you call her back?"

"No!"

After my sister swallowed what she was eating, she paused before replying,

"I called you first, you have been on the phone all the time, and then I called my mother and found that my mother was also on the phone, so I guessed that you should be calling each other!"

Listening to my sister's explanation, I suddenly realized.

No wonder she just angrily asked me why I didn't call her as soon as I answered her call, and didn't say a word about who I was talking to before.

It turned out that she had already guessed that I was on the phone with my mother.

"I just said why you didn't ask anything, you already know!"

"Humph!" My sister hummed proudly, "I'm very smart!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

I smiled and nodded, answering her again and again.

It feels like I'm coaxing kindergarten children.

"But..." I thought about it for a while, "I think you should call Mom back, and I told her about your novel."

"What did she say?"

My sister asked me a little nervously, but after asking, she continued to speak in a calm tone,

"She must be saying that I'm not doing my job properly or something."

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