Chapter 3

When I "woke up", both Lucas and Mia were in my room watching over me.

Her eyes were red and swollen, obviously having been scolded by Lucas.

Lucas heard me stir and looked over.

I curled up, crying, "Sister, please don't misunderstand. Although my brother and I aren't related by blood, we grew up together and truly have a sibling relationship..."

Mia bit her lip and said nothing.

Afraid she wouldn't believe me, I continued, "Really, you've seen what I look like. I can't grow up, and I can't get pregnant. No one will marry me."

Hearing this, Mia touched her own belly and looked at Lucas anxiously a few times.

Lucas kept a stern face the whole time, "If you can talk this much, you must be feeling better. Mia, let's go."

As they reached the door, I called out, "So brother and sister won't kick me out, right?"

Mia's body stiffened.

Lucas didn't turn around, "No one will kick you out."

I was so happy.

I snuggled back into bed contentedly and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, it was already late at night.

Last night's events left me feeling lonely and cold.

So I took out my phone and sent Lucas a SnapChat.

"Bro, I have a fever."

When he didn't have a girlfriend, I could bide my time.

But now with a formidable enemy before me, I had to fight back with all my might.

Even if I had to use underhanded... extremely underhanded tactics!

Less than two minutes after I sent the message, Lucas appeared in my room with a glass of warm water and fever medication.

I didn't actually have a fever, but I still swallowed the pill.

Then I hugged him tightly, shivering from the "cold".

"Bro, can you stay until my fever goes down?"

Strike while the iron is hot - tonight I must make him want me again.

His stiff body gradually relaxed, and he put his arms around me.

I curled up in his embrace, remembering last night's passion, and blushed.

He felt my forehead, "Should I get you a cooling patch too?"

I shook my head and pretended to doze off in his arms. Soon the effects of the fever medication kicked in.

I broke out in a sweat and "groggily" took off my pajamas, burrowing back into his arms.

I could feel a certain part of his body responding.

Pretending to be delirious, I mumbled, "Daddy, I don't want a shot... Brother, save me!"

He suddenly tightened his arms and called my name to wake me.

I made my gaze hazy and intoxicated. He kissed my forehead, then nibbled my earlobe as he pressed down on me...