Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

"What? T-Three times." I stammered in disbelief. He did it three times! Would there be any time left to rest? "Colin, y-you, um... You must be exhausted."

His face turned red all the way to the base of his neck. He hung his head uncomfortably, focusing on whatever he was scrubbing in his hands. He was no longer looking at me, but his hand movements quickened noticeably. "That's my problem. It has nothing to do with you."

Fine, it was none of my business. I wouldn't care and wouldn't ask.

What a stubborn fellow.

I gritted my teeth, suppressing a laugh.

As the water continued to trickle softly, his face grew even redder. He began scrubbing more vigorously, as if he was venting his frustration.

I was worried that whatever he was scrubbing would spoil with his reckless washing. Even high-quality materials couldn't withstand such treatment. I felt a little sorry for that piece of fabric.

Seeing him being so awkward, I inexplicably felt that deep down, the mature Colin was still quite innocent. I couldn't help but laugh happily.

The more I laughed, the harder it became to stop.

But his face only grew redder.

I had never seen him so embarrassed before.

"I can't be bothered with you now. Go do your own things." He growled at me menacingly, his voice was low like an enraged beast.

Then, the call ended mercilessly. I started rinsing the foam from my mouth and continued to laugh until I collapsed back onto the bed.

Andrew was outside the door and asked Queenie what was wrong with me as I kept laughing like a fool. Queenie just told him I had gone crazy and wanted him to stay away from me, lest he be infected by my craziness.

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Because of what happened in the morning, I was in a particularly good mood that day as I rushed to Crystal House. People passing by were staring at me with puzzled looks, as if I was an abnormal person.

When I entered the Crystal House, I was humming some unknown tune and was smiling ear to ear.

Winston came in early. He leaned over to my side to take a closer look. After observing for a while, he shook his head regretfully and clicked his tongue. "Are you gentle and refined? Intellectually reserved? All I see is a madwoman lost in love."

He was two years younger than me. I never thought he could make such generalized statements.

But he was right. I was a madwoman lost in love.

That was because my love and my lover were worth it.

As someone with experience, I patted his shoulder and said with earnestness, "Brat, you're still young. When you meet the love of your life, I bet you'll be a hundred times crazier than me."

Winston rolled his eyes and shrugged off my hand. Then, he turned around and muttered as he walked away. His voice was so low that I couldn't quite hear what he said. But it seemed to be something about him finding his lover, but he didn't have the chance to go crazy.

At that time, I was still in high spirits, so I completely ignored his words.

At noon, I received a thoughtful food delivery. And the one who ordered the meal was none other than my boyfriend, Colin White.

Holding onto the package, I remembered the morning's blunder and Colin's embarrassed look. I couldn't help but start to laugh happily again for a long time until Winston took a piece of paper and wrote the word 'madwoman' artistically and showed it to me.

The meal suited my taste perfectly. I video-called Colin again while I was eating. It took him a while to answer, and there was still a trace of awkwardness on his face. His expression darkened as soon as he saw me.

His tone wasn't very good either when he spoke. He was clearly still angry about my lack of understanding in the morning.

"What's up? Don't bother me if it's not important," he asked with a dark face.

I giggled and showed him a piece of beef before popping it into my mouth and chewing loudly. The sauce stained my lips, making them shine even more. "This steak is just right for my taste. Colin, I heard eating beef gives you strength. Do you want to order some too? It's delicious."

He glanced at me and suddenly, the gloom on his face was gone. It was then replaced by a bright smile. His eyes were as clear as the deep blue sea under the sunlight. It was sparkling and dazzlingly beautiful.

His expression changed very quickly. It seemed like I was not the only one who had gone mad; he had too.

"I don't need beef. I'll order some bullwhip soup when I go back later, okay? I heard that it's good for stamina."

Winston came in with his meal at that time and walked over to share the table with me. He overheard the end of our conversation and unconsciously asked, "What whip? By the way, the Department of Literature and Arts said they want our help with next month's welcoming party. Should we agree?"