7: Chapter 7 Do you want to sleep with your sister?

Bai Muyou looked at the big boy opposite her, her eyes misty with tears. Seeing him cry even harder and look more wronged than herself, she momentarily forgot her own sadness, replaced by shock and a touch of absurd amusement.

This little brother... his empathy is too strong, isn't it?

Or does he also have a story?

Bai Muyou's guess was indeed very accurate.

Cao Kun listened quietly to her story, especially when Bai Muyou's words, "What am I?" filled with endless sorrow and self-negation, burst out. He felt as if he had heard another woman's cold, mocking voice say, "Consider yourself unlucky," on the phone just a few hours ago.

The same pain of being denied and abandoned, transcending gender and experience, resonated at this moment.

Every tear from Bai Muyou felt like it was smashing against his own unhealed wound.

He was originally a man who endured, telling himself it was just a breakup, a few curses, a few cigarettes, and it would pass.

Moreover, he now had the System.

But at this moment, seeing this normally elegant and composed big sister, revealing a broken core identical to his own after stripping away her glamorous exterior, the dam he had desperately held up collapsed with a crash.

He truly empathized.

Bai Muyou roughly wiped her face, pulled out a tissue, and handed it over. Her voice was still choked with sobs, but it also held a hint of concern and helplessness: "Little brother? You... why are you crying too? Are you alright?"

"Waaah... waaaah...!"

Cao Kun was trying to suppress it, but Bai Muyou's question completely shattered his forced composure. Like a child who had suffered a great grievance and finally found someone to confide in, his crying suddenly intensified. He sobbed and stammered his accusations.

"Big sister! You don't know... Today... Today I was also just dumped by my girlfriend! I supported her for two years, and after she passed the civil service exam, the first thing she did was cut me off! I asked her... I asked her what I was? Guess what she said?"

They were both unfortunate souls.

Bai Muyou immediately felt a closer connection with Cao Kun.

She blinked her still moist eyes and asked, following up: "What... what did she say?"

Cao Kun lifted his tear-filled eyes and imitated her in an extremely absurd and angry tone: "She actually said... she said to consider me unlucky!"

"Pfft..."

Bai Muyou couldn't help but laugh, then immediately felt it was inappropriate and quickly covered her mouth, but the bitter smile in her eyes and brows couldn't be hidden.

She sighed deeply, picked up her half-finished beer can, and clinked it against Cao Kun's can on the coffee table.

"It seems we, big sister and little brother, are truly... kindred spirits in misfortune. Come, for us two biggest unlucky souls under heaven, we must drink to this!"

The crisp sound of aluminum cans clinking together was like a peculiar ritual, connecting two strangers who now felt familiar in their heartbreak.

They were no longer just landlord and tenant, but comrades-in-arms, both having been brutally stabbed by life and by the people they trusted most.

With this shared bitterness of misfortune, the two unconsciously finished the beer in their hands.

The alcohol began to take effect, diluting the initial intense pain and bringing a numb, indulgent tipsiness.

Bai Muyou got up and took out a few more cans from the refrigerator.

The living room lights had been dimmed at some point, leaving only the warm yellow glow of the floor lamp illuminating this corner of the sofa.

They drank to each other's stories.

Cao Kun told how he scrimped and saved to support his girlfriend, and Bai Muyou recounted how she meticulously pampered her husband.

The absurd plots mirrored each other, and amidst the bitterness, a strange resonance and sense of relief emerged.

The more they drank, the lower the defenses of their reason became.

Sadness, anger, self-pity, and the immense void that desperately needed filling after being betrayed, mixed with alcohol, burned in their veins.

Bai Muyou leaned back on the sofa, her eyes hazy as she looked at Cao Kun sitting opposite her.

The warm light outlined his young, handsome profile. His eyes, reddened from crying and alcohol, were now moist, making him seem somewhat endearing.

His attentiveness when listening, his excitement when empathizing, and even his childlike crying just now, made her feel... real, warm, and, full of a long-lost, vibrant attraction.

She was a very conservative woman; for so many years, her body and mind had belonged only to the husband she now found disgusting.

But at this moment, a bold, crazy thought, like a vine, sprouted from her alcohol-soaked heart and quickly entangled her entire mind.

Since he is faithless, why should I still uphold that ridiculous facade of chastity?

I'm getting divorced anyway, what am I still guarding for him?

I'm over thirty, my best years were fed to a dog, I've never lived a day for myself, never truly enjoyed the pleasure of being a woman. It's too much of a loss!

I can't wrong myself anymore!

A desperate, devil-may-care resolve, mixed with a vengeful desire for indulgence after long-term suppression, and the courage bestowed by alcohol, exploded in her heart.

It's said that young men are like engines; they won't stop as long as they're not dead, full of vitality.

She had heard her best friends say it countless times.

And Cao Kun was also quite handsome.

The key was that he had just broken up.

It could also be considered comforting this little brother who had just been heartbroken.

Bai Muyou thoroughly prepared herself mentally.

Licking her somewhat dry lips, her voice soft with alcohol and a hint of imperceptible tremor, she leaned slightly forward, her gaze fixed on Cao Kun:

"Little brother... what do you think of big sister's looks?"

Cao Kun was momentarily stunned, his mind dulled by alcohol, but he still followed his heart and answered honestly: "Big sister is... very beautiful, truly, especially feminine."

He was telling the truth; under the lights, Bai Muyou, with her still-wet tear tracks, hazy eyes, slightly disheveled hair, and sensual figure, possessed a breathtaking, fragile beauty.

Bai Muyou's heart sweetened slightly, but her long-term insecurity and doubt made her unable to resist asking: "Really? You're not just trying to make me happy, are you? Big sister is over thirty, don't you think... I'm old?"

"Of course it's true!"

Cao Kun grew anxious, sitting upright, his eyes exceptionally clear due to his seriousness.

"How could I lie to you? And, you're not old at all!"

He remembered something he had heard somewhere and, emboldened by the alcohol, blurted it out.

"Before thirty, a woman isn't fully a woman; her experiences and knowledge are still thin, green. Only after thirty does a woman truly become a woman, radiating charm, like a blooming flower."

These words deeply resonated with Bai Muyou.

For a long time, her age and her husband's indifference had been thorns in her heart, but now they were gently brushed away by Cao Kun's beautiful words.

A warm current surged through her, making her cheeks flush and increasing her courage by several points.

She took a deep breath, as if expending all her strength, and asked the most crucial question, her voice as light as a feather, yet carrying a desperate resolve:

"Then... do you like big sister?"

Cao Kun was completely stunned, sobering up a bit from the alcohol.

He looked at the woman before him, her eyes filled with anticipation, cheeks flushed, exuding mature charm, and his heart suddenly beat erratically.

Such a beautiful and alluring temptress, perhaps only her homosexual husband would be unmoved, right?

Other normal men probably couldn't refuse...

His throat was dry, and following his most primitive instinct, he nodded, his voice hoarse: "I... like you."

Receiving an affirmative answer, Bai Muyou's last trace of hesitation was burned away.

She no longer beat around the bush, looking at him directly, her gaze burning:

"Then... do you want to sleep with big sister?"

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