"Can you stop ssing around?"
Sam felt a headache coming on.
"Who's ssing around? It's your fault, hmph."
"Alright, alright, it's all my fault. How could my adorable sister ever be wrong?"
Sam knew that dealing with Ava often required a softer approach.
"Good that you know~ So, how do you plan to make up for this mistake?"
"Um... I plan to repent for a year. I'll silently reflect on my mistakes in my heart, and I won't face you until I've fully repented."
"Huh? What are you talking about! You're bullying again!!"
"Hahaha."
Sam couldn't help but laugh.
Ava pouted and teased Sam for a bit, then quickly thought of sothing.
"You must have had a great ti on New Year's Eve, bad brother."
Ava's tone was clearly filled with jealousy, probably because she envied the beautiful girls who could be with her brother while she couldn't do anything about it!
Just thinking about it made Ava want to buy a ticket and rush over imdiately. But unfortunately, her parents would never allow it.
Sam could hear the awkwardness in her voice.
He smiled and said.
"What's so special about it? It was just a normal New Year's Eve."
"Who were you with?" Ava asked, unwilling to let it go.
Sam responded calmly.
"The ones you t last ti."
The aning was clear—it was the club mbers, Angel, Sophie, and Isabella.
It didn't seem like a big group, just four people celebrating New Year's together. But thinking about those girls, each more beautiful and charming than the last, even Ava, who prided herself as Cedarwood's top beauty, felt a bit pressured.
"So, what did you all do?"
"Nothing much, just gathered, had so drinks, and that was it."
It wasn't entirely a lie. There was no need to ntion the gift exchange, lest his sister ask for a gift.
They would have plenty of opportunities to et in the future, and it wasn't convenient to send gifts now.
"That sounds boring. You should have co ho. You didn't even co back for Christmas."
"What would I do at ho?"
"I could keep you company!"
"What would we do together? Watch TV or shovel snow at the front door?"
"Is it so unbearable to spend ti with ?"
"Not at all. I'm just saying it doesn't matter where we are. Have you heard this saying?"
"What?"
"The moon rises over the sea, and though we are far apart, we share this mont together."
"What does that an?"
Clearly, Ava didn't understand.
Sam smiled and explained.
"It ans that even though you're in Cedarwood and I'm in Kuhang, it seems far, but when the moon rises, we see the sa moon. We're in the sa mont. So, whether we celebrate Christmas or New Year's together isn't that important. As long as our hearts are together."
After hearing this, Ava was silent for a long ti.
Then she spoke softly.
"Does that an... your heart will always be with ?"
Uh-oh.
It seed like another misunderstanding.
This was probably what they call a "love brain," where everything gets interpreted romantically.
Sam smiled wryly. "Of course, a brother's heart is always with his sister."
He had to use this approach.
"Bad brother, playing dumb again!"
They chatted a bit more, nothing particularly important.
Most of the ti, Ava was talking, and Sam was listening.
Listening to her talk about recent fun events, what she and her friends did in town, and what they discussed lately.
She even mischievously ntioned a boy confessing to her.
At that point, their parents took the phone back from Ava, otherwise, the battery would have died.
Reluctantly, she ended the call.
Sam looked at the exaggerated call duration and couldn't help but marvel.
Do all girls talk on the phone this much?
Is it a natural talent or driven by emotions?
He didn't know, but he knew that a man wouldn't talk on the phone for more than five minutes without a good reason, and even then, it wouldn't exceed half an hour.
But if the call lasted over two hours, what did that an?
Sam sat for a while, then decided to check if Angel was awake.
He was bored and couldn't leave.
So he walked to her room. As he reached the door, he heard faint sounds inside.
"Are you awake?"
"Mm."
Angel responded lazily through the door.
Sam opened the door and saw the girl just putting on a white bathrobe, her long hair cascading like a waterfall.
"Are you going to take a bath?"
Sam asked curiously.
Angel glanced at him lazily.
"I'm going to soak in the bath. I sweated a bit while sleeping."
Sam thought for a mont.
"Want to help?"
Angel shook her head and yawned.
"If you want to rest, you can sleep in my room. I'm going to the bath."
With that, she took her phone and walked out, heading down the corridor.
Sam was montarily stunned.
He thought for a mont, then lay down on Angel's bed, feeling a bit tired.
He closed his eyes.
Then quickly opened them again.
Damn.
How could he let this opportunity slip away?
No.
He couldn't miss this chance, so he quickly got up.
And quietly followed the direction Angel had gone...
===
Closing the door, the steam-filled bath.
The sound of water splashing.
Sam loved water, rembering his childhood days swimming in Cedarwood's ponds and streams.
Water was familiar to him.
How to put it?
Warm water was great, but even better was the girl's body he was touching.
She had smooth skin, a comfortable, alluring warmth. Not to ntion her soft, elastic breasts.
Holding her in his arms never got old.
Sam embraced her, his face nuzzling her long neck.
Angel could feel Sam's obsession with her body. Honestly, it wasn't a bad thing. Liking your body doesn't an they don't like you.
Liking soone is never a simple matter.
Your face adds points, your body adds points, your aura and pheromones are key factors.
Most importantly, these things are part of you and can't be separated.
Angel wasn't a simple girl. She knew a man liking a woman was never simple, nor was it about seeing your soul and liking your interesting personality.
So Angel was satisfied with Sam's obsession with her body.
Sam even traced her skin with his tongue, kissing her nipples.
Angel squinted slightly, running her fingers through Sam's hair.
"You can't hold back even for a mont, eager to do this on the first day of the New Year... hmm~?"
Sam looked up, seeing her gradually reddening skin and beautiful eyes.
"This is sothing that should never be missed, no matter the ti. I'll always keep this freshness."
With that, Sam continued kissing her chest, his hand moving to her private parts.
Angel felt a bit ticklish, her body trembling slightly underwater.
"You only find this fresh... be gentle~"
Sam looked up at her.
"The more familiar, the more nostalgic. But with your body, I'll always keep it fresh. Isn't that good?"
Angel looked down at Sam.
"I don't know if it's good, but nothing lasts forever, even if you an it now."
Sam smiled, gently wrapping his arms around her waist underwater.
"Whether it lasts forever isn't up to or you. Only ti will tell. All we can do is wait for that mont. What do you think?"
He smiled, like an innocent child.
At such monts, Angel wanted to mock his naivety.
But what good would mocking do? No one can see the final outco. Even she, so sure of sothing, needed the result to prove it.
Before that result, she needed to enjoy.
She squinted and leaned down.
"Your confidence is always so strange."
Sam smiled.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't need to be so confident. I could be more relaxed and dignified. But because it's you... it makes want to try harder and persist more..."
"Mmm~"
Kissing in the steamy bath, their bodies slightly obscured by the mist.
Angel didn't know when she had sat on Sam's cock. With their movents, the water rippled.
Angel felt familiar with every move during sex with Sam.
Penetrating deep into her vagina, touching all her sensitive spots.
It seed nothing special, sothing she should be used to, not feeling anything new.
But every ti... when actually having sex with Sam.
It felt like a new experience.
Her vision blurred with Sam's movents, quickly reaching climax, forgetting everything around her.
The waves of pleasure washed away her remaining rationality.
Does one always need to stay rational? Maybe not, because without rationality, there are no worries, no need to think about other things.
Just honestly fall into it.
lt in his embrace.
Get lost in his increasingly wild actions...
As the sound of water beca like waves crashing on the shore.
As the mist thinned but the temperature rose.
Her hands rested on Sam's shoulders, but Sam reached out, holding her soft hands.
As if lifting her up, their bodies fit perfectly, intimately.
In her hazy eyes, she saw his smile, his gentle breath saying.
"Hypocrisy is the most honest part of human nature. No matter how hard you try to control it, it's there. I can't deny I have such monts."
"But?"
She asked.
Sam smiled, "How did you know there was a 'but'?"
Angel scoffed.
"Like a story without a twist, it would be too plain. If your sentence had no turn, it would be aningless."
Sam nodded, then softly told her.
"I want to say... but I'm genuine now. When I say forever, I an it. I won't leave you, I'll marry you... it's all true."
"Okay."
She didn't nod, just softly replied.
The water rippled again, no longer just small waves.
The waves spread out, like an endless tide...
===
Indeed, the bed is undoubtedly the most comfortable place to rest.
Of course, it's also the best place for making love.
A bed seems to et all the conditions.
But... different locations, like unlocking different achievents, bring a sense of freshness.
And the feelings they evoke are entirely different.
Take, for example, the couple imrsed in this bath.
A spacious, quiet bath, with no other sounds.
No other human noise, not even the need for background music.
Only the constant rippling of the water, as if only the urgent breaths and the ever-changing mist remained.
It felt like everything was floating in a void.
It wasn't just Angel sitting on Sam; they had already tried no fewer than five different positions.
At this mont, Angel was kneeling, her buttocks raised, facing Sam.
Even though this position made Angel feel sowhat humiliated.
But when Sam insisted on this position, she didn't resist. She had beco increasingly tolerant of Sam, completely different from how she was initially.
As Sam continued to thrust his large cock into Angel's vagina, Angel felt everything before her becoming increasingly blurred.
Her vagina was filled with an unimaginable pleasure. Such ecstasy made her question the reality of the world, and perhaps this feeling was what truly captivated Angel.
How many tis had she climaxed?
She didn't know...
But when Angel once again collapsed onto Sam's chest, she had no strength left.
She panted heavily, not even having the energy to look into Sam's eyes.
Sam held her waist, leaning against the edge of the bath.
The passage of ti felt so beautiful, as if this girl had beco an indispensable necessity. With her, it seed losing anything else was bearable, but without her, it was impossible.
"What are you thinking about?"
Angel rested her chin on Sam's shoulder, asking softly.
When she felt his heartbeat gradually steady, she knew Sam had started to think.
Sam snapped back to reality, smiling.
"Nothing much... just wondering how long we've been in the bath."
Angel slightly lifted herself to look at Sam, her gaze filled with deep emotion.
"Are you sure we were just bathing?"
Sam couldn't help but laugh. "It seems we weren't... but we can't deny we were cleansing each other."
Angel's cheeks flushed, and she slowly got up.
Even though lying on Sam felt lazily comfortable, she couldn't stay any longer.
She stood up, and the water cascaded off her body like a waterfall.
Flowing over her waist, sliding down her legs.
Straight and slender, even more delicate and fair than before.
Sam watched this beautiful scene, feeling content.
"Stop saying such lewd things with such a serious face..."
Sam couldn't help but look at the girl stepping out of the bath.
That perfect back, even without clothes, didn't seem vulgar but rather a work of art.
"Lewd? I thought I described it beautifully."
Angel dried herself with a towel, focusing on her private parts, where traces of sen were still visible.
She placed the towel aside and slightly turned her head, her wet hair drawing a beautiful arc behind her.
"That just ans you have no sense of artistry."
"How can I gain the artistic sense you want?"
"No need, just stay as you are."
Angel put on a white bathrobe, hiding her beautiful body within.
Sam watched her leave, a faint smile on his face.
He rested for a while, then got up and dried himself before leaving the bath.
The rest of the evening was simple. They had a rather ordinary but sowhat warm dinner at Angel's house. Sam didn't stay another night.
After all, he couldn't really treat this place as his ho.
Besides, he couldn't spend his entire New Year at her house.
After all, Sam was a master of ti managent, a self-proclaid womanizer. How could he not 'spread the love'?
To speak such shaless words so honestly, probably no one else could.
"Sam, take care on your way back~"
Celeste smiled as she bid him farewell.
Sam nodded. "I will." Then he looked at the girl beside him, who seed indifferent and not particularly attached.
Angel glanced at Sam.
"If you don't want to leave, why not stay?"
Sam imdiately smiled wryly.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye?"
Angel squinted.
"Goodbye ans we won't see each other again, so why say it?"
Forget it.
Sam waved.
"I'm off."
"Mm."
As Sam's figure disappeared from the mansion.
Celeste withdrew her gaze and looked at her daughter, who was just looking at her phone, seemingly indifferent to everything around her. "You didn't throw a big tantrum."
Angel looked at her mother. "Why should I?"
Celeste looked at her daughter, who was clearly playing dumb, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't you know? This isn't like you."
Angel stood up, looking at the garden, at the seemingly dormant, unblooming flowers.
"Throwing tantrums accelerates aging. I think I need to change my temperant."
Celeste thought for a mont.
"Are you serious?"
Angel didn't respond to the question. She just looked at the garden, her gaze distant and unfocused.
After a long silence, she spoke softly.
"Spring will be here soon, right?"
Celeste also put away her smile, taking a deep breath of the cold air.
"Yes... spring always cos. And of course, the most beautiful sumr."
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