I checked the time and realized it was almost time to make dinner, so I went to the kitchen and got busy.

A little while later, my younger sister came over again, wandering around me, seemingly doing nothing.

“What are you doing? Have you finished your homework?”

My sister proudly waved her phone at me: “Isn’t it easy to take a picture and search for answers with your phone?”

I sighed softly: “It seems you didn’t listen to a word I said.”

“Oh, let’s not talk about that.” The younger sister waved her fair and smooth slender hand. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Forget it, forget it!” I pushed my sister’s slender waist and chased her out of the kitchen: “I can’t bear to let you use your precious hands, which are good for playing the piano, to cook.”

“Tch~”

The younger sister said nonchalantly, “Mom has already sent me to a girls’ school and stopped my piano lessons by default, so she doesn’t need to take care of me like this anymore.”

At this point, the younger sister looked indignant: “Mom made me wash the dishes last night, you know that!”

The younger sister then let out another soft snort: “Mom is so biased, she always sides with you, her precious son.”

I flicked her smooth forehead gently with a sigh: “You know in your heart whether Mom is biased or not. Shouldn’t you have washed the dishes and pots after I cooked last night?”

My sister refused to go out, leaning against the kitchen door frame in a stalemate with me: “If you ask me, we should hire a housekeeper. It would save us so much housework!”

“You wish!” Seeing that my sister refused to go out, I immediately put one arm around her waist and the other around her legs, pulling her into my arms.

I looked down at my little sister in my arms and chuckled, “If we hired a nanny, you’d be even lazier than you are now. You might as well just change your name to Lin Zhuzhu.”

My sister was indignant. She reached out and pinched my cheeks, pulling them back and forth: “You just make fun of me here. Who did I hire a nanny for? Wasn’t it to lighten your burden? How can you not understand my good intentions?”

“There’s absolutely no need for that!”

I picked up my sister, intending to throw her onto the sofa in the living room, but unexpectedly, she clung to me tightly with her supple body, like a vine.

I tossed it several times, but my sister didn’t budge an inch.

Looking at my sister’s flawless, delicate face, I said helplessly, “Let go!”

My little sister wrapped her arms tightly around my neck: “Hehe!”

She raised an eyebrow, her expression playful: “You think I’ll just let go because you tell me to?”

My tone carried a hint of threat—”You won’t loosen up, huh?”

The younger sister’s expression hardened, her peach-blossom eyes filled with defensiveness: “I won’t let go, that’s final!”

“You said it!”

Without warning, I released her slender waist and long legs, and my sister’s body fell rapidly to the floor.

Her expression changed drastically, and she quickly hugged me tightly, clinging to me like a koala.

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

I said with a hint of helplessness, “It’s just delaying my cooking.”

The younger sister frowned and muttered, “You’re already complaining about me on our first day of dating?”

I patted her round, plump buttocks. My sister’s buttocks were the shape of a young girl’s buttocks, not as full and plump as a young woman’s buttocks, but the shape of her buttocks was beautiful, and the buttocks were firm and elastic.

“A fallacy of equivocation.”

I pinched her nose: “You’re always causing trouble.”

My younger sister is over 1.7 meters tall and weighs about 100 kilograms, so it’s still a bit heavy to carry her like this.

Since it wasn’t like I was having sex with my sister in the “train bento box” position, I couldn’t muster the motivation to hug her.

I lazily sat down on the sofa, supporting her bottom: “If you don’t want to get down, then don’t. You little lazy pig, I can’t carry you.”

“You’re the lazybones!”

My little sister bit my shoulder a few times to express her dissatisfaction. She also got bored and stayed on me for a while before getting up on her own.

However, she was still restless and stuffed her little feet into my lap, saying in a commanding tone, “Give me a foot massage.”

“You’ve spoiled me?”

I pushed her little feet aside: “I still have to cook.”

The younger sister looked aggrieved, completely embodying the drama queen, and cried out, “Who are you? Where is the loving brother who just gave me roses? Give him back to me right now!”

I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention, and just as I got up, the door was pushed open with a “click”.

My mother, dressed impeccably and with a captivating presence, appeared before me.

She stepped into the house with one of her jade-like feet, clad in a red CL high heel, leaving me with a tall, slender back view. With her long legs, she turned her pretty face towards the door, seemingly giving instructions on something.

“Master, this is the place. Be careful.”

My mother’s voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of stringed instruments.

I walked up to her, completely bewildered: “Mom, why are you home so early today?”

Logically speaking, since Mom and I took up so much time this afternoon and there was so much work to do, she should have come back a little later.

Why is today so unusual? I’m getting home earlier than usual.

Without turning around, Mom asked me, “What? You don’t even want me to come home early, do you?”

I was speechless: “Mom, what are you saying? How could I dare?”

My younger sister came to my side at this moment. She imitated her mother and twisted my ear, looking smug as if she were scolding a child: “That’s right, Mom. If my brother dares to do that, I’ll twist his ear off.”

Mom pushed us both away and said softly, “Alright, alright, you two stop making trouble and go rest over there.”

I watched curiously as several workers in work uniforms carried a large cardboard box slowly into the house, and couldn’t help but ask, “Mom, what did you buy?”

“You’re so stupid!”

My sister patted the back of my head: “Can’t you see what’s written on the cardboard box? Treadmill!”

“You…! A treadmill?!”

Just moments ago, I was itching to pin my sister down on the sofa and give her a good spanking, but when I heard her words, I paused for a moment, surprised: “Treadmill?”

“right!”

Mom nodded slightly, her breath sweet and fragrant, the scent of her red lips like orchids and musk: “Don’t you like running? I bought you a treadmill.”

I remained silent for a long time, looking at my mother with complicated emotions.

What is Mom trying to do?

When did Mom become so controlling? Does she really want to keep me firmly under her thumb?

Yesterday, my mother suddenly visited the school because of a similar voice on the phone, and today, because of my close contact with Song Yu, my mother and I had a fight, and she forbade me to continue seeing Song Yu.

I always felt a bit awkward and strange.

Since yesterday, Mom has seemed to be acting strangely.

It felt like she was afraid I’d be snatched away from her by another woman.

My mother’s expression remained calm, her beautiful face as smooth as jade.

Her red lips parted slightly: “That’s right, you haven’t learned the word ‘treadmill’? Or do you not understand? Do you want me to explain it to you in detail?”

The younger sister’s eyes darted around; she sensed the awkward atmosphere and wisely kept quiet.

I didn’t know how to bring it up. Ever since that phone call yesterday, my mother has become unpredictable and emotionally unstable.

My mom cares about me so much, could it be that… she really likes me too?

I just had this absurd thought again, then shook my head with a wry smile.

How could my mother possibly like me? She does this mostly out of a mother’s concern for her son.

Like most women in the world, I don’t want to get entangled with other women at such a young age.

I opened my mouth, then forced a smile and said, “Mom, what are you doing? Is it really that serious?”

“What’s wrong? Are you unhappy?”

The mother’s high heels clicked crisply on the floor as she strode forward, her slender fingers directing the worker to place the treadmill, all the while saying without turning her head, “Or are you saying that everything you promised me today was a lie?”

I touched my nose: “How could it be fake? A man keeps his word!”

My mother suddenly turned around, her phoenix eyes staring at me with a slightly sharp look: “Since you’re keeping your word, you’re not allowed to jog in the neighborhood in the morning anymore. You’ll have to jog at home obediently in the morning.”

As soon as her mother finished speaking, she seemed to realize that she had been too harsh, and her voice softened a bit: “Of course, I can still accept being just friends with Song Yu.”