My Sister is Very Obsessive: Chapter 426 : who looks good
My sister shoved herself and the shopping bag in her hand into the back seat, and my mother was already sitting in the driver's seat and patted the water droplets on her body and hair.
I was the only one standing in the back of the car with shopping bags in the trunk.
The rain was a little heavy at this time, and the clothes and hair on my shoulders were wet.
"Baby, hurry up!" Mom turned around and urged me!
"Okay, it can be closed!" After I put the last bag away, I hurried into the car.
Mom pressed the switch, and the trunk door began to fall slowly.
"Quick wipe!" My sister took the paper pump in her hand, and after quickly pumping a lot, she climbed onto me and wiped the water droplets off my head.
"It's really raining. If it's going to be big, it's going to be big."
My mother couldn't help complaining a little. Her top was a relatively light gauze. When it was dry, it was fine. Once it got wet, it would become translucent on the body.
Fortunately, it was night, and there was basically no one in the parking lot.
After wiping the excess rain off her body, my mother started the car.
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The wipers slid frantically, the car drove very slowly, looking out the window through the window, the colorful neon of the city in the distance was completely blurred by the rain.
I remember for a long time when I was a child, I especially liked to take the bus in the early morning after the summer rain, leaning against the bed, opening the window, and smelling the fresh and moist air blowing into the car.
Everyone has more or less surprising quirks, just as some people like to smell paint and some people like the smell of diesel cars.
But now I don't do it anymore, just like a child who likes to smell paint grows up, and will no longer smell paint deliberately.
I remember someone said that youth is like a weed that grows wildly in spring, but we will never draw a watch on our hands again!
"Brother!" My sister who was sitting beside me suddenly called out to me.
Looking out the window in a daze, I came back to my senses and looked at my sister beside me, "What's wrong?"
"It's here!" My sister pointed to the lighted building outside the window, "It's downstairs, you're in a daze again!"
I remember when I was in a daze before, most of my mind was unrealistic fantasies, but now I am in a daze and think more about those things that have passed in my memory.
"The rain is getting heavier and heavier!" I looked out the window through the car door, "Why don't I run up to get an umbrella first!"
"No!" Mom shook her head decisively, then opened the lid of the trunk of the car, "Anyway, it's already here, if it gets wet, I'll go back and change it later!"
Saying that, she pushed open the car door first and walked into the rain curtain.
I didn't think too much, I pushed open the door, ran to the trunk, and quickly sorted out the four shopping bags.
After handing one to my mother, I took the remaining three and ran to the door of the unit building.
When we were picking up the things in the trunk, my sister ran to the gate with her bag. At this time, she was putting the bag on the ground, stomping her feet gently, and shaking the water droplets on her body!
The mother who locked the car also ran over at this time. She was soaked all over, and the thin gauze was completely attached to her skin, and it was a little pink under the light.
I turned my head away unnaturally.
"Let's go, go home and change clothes, don't catch a cold."
Saying that, I took my sister's wrist and walked towards the unit building.
Because it was raining, and it was also a holiday, everyone basically stayed at home, and the two elevators had been parked on the ground floor and no one was using them.
I randomly chose an elevator, opened the door, and walked in first with my sister, and then my mother with a shopping bag also squeezed in.
The lights in the elevator are a little brighter than the lamps at the door. The wet clothes that are close to my mother's skin perfectly outline her delicate figure, which fills my heart with a very unnatural feeling. a feeling of.
So, I looked up at the top of the elevator as if nothing had happened.
Mom probably understood what I meant, so her cheeks suddenly turned red, and at the same time, she held the shopping bag that was originally in her hand in front of her, blocking the sudden spring light.
"Ding--"
The elevator stopped on the third floor, and after the door opened, I rushed out first.
"Brother, wait for me!" My sister called me behind her, holding the bag.
"I'm going to open the door first. Help mom, she's been walking in high heels for a day."
I ignored my sister, but hurried to the door, took out the key and opened the door.
The room was pitch-dark, I stepped into the entrance, reached out and patted the wall, and the lights in the room turned on suddenly.
After changing my shoes, I carried my shopping bag to the kitchen, then ran into the bathroom, wiping my wet hair with a towel.
Listening to the noise outside the bathroom, it should be my mother and sister who entered the house.
Sure enough, after a while, my sister ran into the bathroom, stood behind me, and looked at me curiously through the mirror in front of me.
"Brother!" My sister looked at me with a weird smile, "Why did you run so fast just now!"
"I'm wet, I don't feel comfortable!" I explained with some blush.
"Really?" My sister walked to my side with gentle steps, looking up at me with a small face, "My mother and I, who is older?"
"What, what?" I turned my head with a guilty conscience, "I don't know what you're going to say?"
"Really?" My sister put her arm lightly on my waist, then turned to my other side and smiled at me, "Is it a light purple one, or a pink and white one?"
"You bastard, you are talking nonsense!"
I gave my sister a sullen look, then put the towel in my hand over her head, reached out and took off the rubber band that tied her hair, ignoring her mumble protests, and tried hard. rubbed on top of her head,
"Hurry up and wipe it, I won't take care of you if you catch a cold later!"
"Really?" My sister looked at me with a teasing look, "I don't believe it!"
"Believe it or not!" I replied casually while wiping her hair.
As long as the topic no longer lingers on my mother, I don't care about the rest.
My towel was on my sister's head, shaking gently as I wiped it.
"younger brother……"
She suddenly called me in a low voice.
"What's wrong?" I replied softly to him.
"We seem to have been around for a while..." She raised her face, bit her lip lightly, then stuck out her pink tongue and licked it on her tender and rosy upper lip, "Would you like to give me a kiss? "
Looking at those plump pink lips, I couldn't help swallowing, as if I hadn't kissed for two days.
I stopped wiping my sister's head, and slowly put my head in front of my sister's little face...