Chapter 621 - The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (32)

Lu Zixi withdrew his hand as though he had been shocked.

He held his breath and didn’t dare to move a muscle.

But he saw that she didn’t wake up and continued to sleep.

Lu Zixi was like a thief, wanting to steal but afraid of being discovered.

His mind was somewhat blank. By the time he realized what he had done, there wasn’t enough time to stop himself.

Her soft and lightly scented breaths mixed with his heavy and disordered ones.

Lu Zixi’s skin flushed redder.

【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is 50.】

He kissed her for several seconds, immediately released her, then drove the car home, not daring to look at her.

When they returned, he bent over and carried her out of the car.

The butler and some servants came forward, intending to take Bai Weiwei off his hands.

Lu Zixi, as though he couldn’t see anyone, carried her to his room with a stormy face.

His footsteps were hurried, like a gust of wind.

It was only after he placed Bai Weiwei in bed and covered her with a quilt did Lu Zixi look at his restless place down below with an ugly expression.

He couldn’t control the heat in his body, and it continued to burn wildly.

Bai Weiwei suddenly moaned. She kicked away the quilt, and her white short-sleeve blouse rolled up.

Her small, white belly was exposed, and looking further up, you could see her chest...

Lu Zixi immediately turned around with a dark face and rushed to the restroom.

When she heard the door of the bathroom close, Bai Weiwei lazily opened her eyes, then let out a yawn. “Tongzi, ah, I’m tired.”

System: “... if you’re tired, then sleep, ah.”

Bai Weiwei wanted to have a heart-to-heart before going to sleep. She was bored and was looking for a conversation. “Tongzi, do you know what Lu Zixi is doing?”

System: It didn’t know, it didn’t want to look. It was a pure system. It was different from those flirtatious hoes out there.

Bai Weiwei: “Tongzi, incest and all that is actually pretty hardcore.”

System: “You just realized?”

Bai Weiwei: “But I like it xixixi.”

The system remained silent for a moment, then suddenly said: “Now that a month has passed, you have five months left.”

Bai Weiwei: “?”

System: “So you’re about to die.”

Bai Weiwei: “En?”

System: “So you two are destined to end in tragedy. This ending is telling all children that, according to my melon laws1, any love between close relatives will not have a good end. A brother and sister would give birth to a mentally disabled kid, or be struck by lightning, or be hit by a car, or be drowned in saliva...”

Bai Weiwei: ...

She suddenly didn’t like stuff like incest anymore.

Mdzz Tong.

Lu Zixi doused his body in cold water. His black hair was strewn against his sinister-looking face.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his brows tightly furrowed and his sharp eyes carrying hints of dark madness.

He expressionlessly soaked in cold water in the bathroom for over an hour.

Finally, the faint red in his skin cooled down.

Relieved, he reached for a towel and wiped his body clean.

When Lu Zixi wiped his body with a towel, he suddenly couldn’t resist combing his hair back.

He sneered to himself: “You’re crazy. What are you thinking? She’s your sister.”

Even if he had only just acknowledged her.

Even if they had hooked up... it had been a mistake.

He couldn’t let this mistake grow bigger.

Did he think that her life wasn’t miserable enough?

She had suffered abuse in her childhood and gone through suffering as a teen.

Now that she had managed to become an adult, could it be that she had to be obsessed over2 by her perverted brother?

Make her whole life dreary and miserable?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Yes, perverted.

Lu Zixi shot an eerie and twisted smile at his reflection.

To lust after one’s own sister. If that wasn’t perverted, then what was?

1: 我瓜法律: that’s literally what it says? I’m assuming melon is referring to the practice of eating melon seeds when watching a good “show.” It’s like that Michael Jackson popcorn meme. So this might be referring to, like, the laws of drama or something similar.↩

2: 惦记: to think about something and unable to let go.