Amy said that the main reason why she felt depressed was that her mother informed her that she would have to return to the United States as soon as the filming of the first season of "Legend of the Cauldron" was completed, because there were still several commercials and a concert Will wait for her.

"I thought I could relax a bit during the strike, but I have never experienced what winter and summer vacations are like."

Amy complained.

"I'm saying that I don't show up in my country all the time, so I should be forgotten by my fans... Who cares about those people who rush to the stage and touch my feet? Those disgusting fans should just die, I wish I could be forgotten by them. "

My heart was still not calming down, so I couldn't help but accuse Ai Shuqiao in a sarcastic tone:

"Your mother won't say that. That's the way she loves you."

Amy actually got so angry with me that she ordered me to turn on the light, throw the lighter on the dressing table, and stop playing money-burning games.

"Love me, stop joking." Amy said to me with a maturity beyond her years, "There is no such thing as love between people, there is only need and no need."

"My mother packaged me like this because she needed me. I listened to my mother because I needed her to help me solve the things I was not good at."

"Not to mention those so-called fans. They say they love me on the surface, but they must have raped me countless times in their minds."

"...Even Obama needs me to feed him before he will follow me."

I was not interested in her theory of "there is no love in the world". I thought that this must be something that has been subtly instilled into my brain after following Ai Shuqiao for too long.

"What about Pentheus?" I asked. "As far as I know, he took at least one bullet for you."

Amy hesitated for a while, "He...he doesn't love me either. He wants to repay his mother's kindness for saving him. He and his mother are in a relationship of mutual use."

If you think so, you are totally wrong. Pentheus has watched you grow up, and maybe he is emotionally closer to your real mother. (The reason why I don’t say father is because Pentheus is No. 0 among gays)

I think it is very dangerous to have this kind of world view, and I must refute my sister's fallacy.

So I took a step forward, looking very excited. Amy sat on the three-legged stool and looked up at me strangely, wondering what I was going to do to her.

"Then...as for me, do you think I'm approaching you just to take advantage of you?"

Amy thought for a while and said, "Absolutely."

"almost."

"You..." Amy said, swinging her two bare feet back and forth, "Although the male servant doesn't seem to have much desire for money, he still has an impure purpose in approaching me."

I was a little angry, "What's my purpose?"

Amy giggled like I was a huge fool.

"You still have to ask, I'm not interested in money, you're just targeting my body."

Amy put her left hand on her tender pink neck, and her delicate jade fingers went all the way down, passing through her chest, abdomen, waist, and navel, and drew a perfect sexy curve along her body.

"Actually, manservant, you are just a lolita control."

"Like my other fans, they also fantasize about raping me one day."

"But I'm used to it. You're not the only one who has bad thoughts about me..."

"This lady is very compassionate and allows you to have sex with me in your mind. From now on, continue to stay with me and try your best to please me."

"In this way, we have achieved a perfect relationship between needing and being needed..."

It's not my imagination. When Amy said the last words, her expression was a little sad.

"You are wrong." I said solemnly, "I did not come to you because I need you, and you should not think that everyone has bad thoughts about you just because of your sweet appearance... "

"I'm right." Amy retorted stubbornly, "If I looked like an ugly monster, do you think those die-hard lolita fans would like me and push my album to No. 11 on the US weekly pop chart? Do you know how childish the lyrics of the songs I sang made me want to vomit when I listened to them?"

"I am different from them..." I couldn't find a good argument at the moment.

"Quia." Because her argument with me stirred up the negative emotions she had been suppressing, she suddenly jumped up from the three-legged stool and picked up the lighter on the dressing table again.

Because the lights had been turned on at this time, I noticed that the lighter in Amy's hand had an extremely luxurious metal shell, and it might have been plated with pure gold.

Amy held up the gold-plated lighter and approached her pretty face.

Her blue eyes seemed to be flashing with many fallen meteors, shining with a crazy color.

Stepping on the ashes of RMB with bare feet, Amy said in front of me in a very expectant tone:

"If I burn my face with a lighter, no one will like me anymore."

"You...what are you doing."

I planned to rush forward and grab the lighter, but Amy shot out the flame and brought the flame close to her chin threateningly.

"Don't worry." She sneered sarcastically, looking so happy that she seemed to have corrected the teacher's wrong answer in class.

Her next words gradually took on a sad tone.

"Sure enough, the male servants are the same as them... As long as I am no longer a beautiful doll, they will abandon me immediately... I am worthy of being needed because of my beauty. If I am not beautiful, then I will be abandoned." No one will need me anymore..."

"That's not the case." I yelled, "Put down the lighter quickly."

Amy brought the lighter closer, and some of the hair beside her ears deformed and bent under the heat. Her face, against the firelight, showed an astonishing beauty, and at the same time exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

"Why, you are so excited, are you reluctant to let go of my face?"

Amy seemed to really enjoy the feeling of laughing at me. She smiled very happily as she watched me worry about it.

"Amy, put down the lighter." I forced myself to calm down, "I don't care what others think, but the relationship between you and me is never just about need and being needed. You will understand in the future."

"Ha." Amy seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, "A mere valet actually wants to establish... a closer relationship with me than my mother and Pentheus. If you and I are not What is the relationship between need and being needed?"

Amy frowned in disbelief.

"Don't you want to say that you love me?"

"That's it, I love you."

I blurted out that although it was a brother's love for his sister, there was no difference in degree.

Amy seemed to be shocked by me, she took a step back, the shooting stars in her eyes became even more confused.

I stepped over the ashes of the yuan on the carpet, not letting her escape.

"My love for you has nothing to do with your appearance."

"You're lying." Amy retreated to a corner of the room. "The American stalker also said he loved me, but in fact he just wanted to take advantage of me."

I spread my hands to show that I had no ill intentions towards her.

"Amy, maybe you are half right... There is a relationship of need and need between us. However, it is not that I need you, but that as long as you need it, I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation. I don’t ask for anything in return for your love.”

"Nonsense, the more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes." Amy shook the lighter in her hand to stop me from getting closer, "If you love me, why would you accept a violent woman as your girlfriend."

I didn't hesitate for a moment and answered decisively:

"Xiaoqin is basically an outsider. There is no room for her to interfere between the two of us. To put it bluntly, even if one day I am forced by Xiaoqin to get married, I will still love you."

"You...you said that..."

Amy was a little overwhelmed, she threw away the lighter, turned around and ran away from the door.

She didn't move fast enough, so I reached out and hugged her from behind, gently but firmly. Otherwise, I felt like I couldn't vent the feelings in my chest.

"Amy, I will always protect you. I swear, no matter what you become, no matter what I become, no matter what the world becomes... you have been hurt too much, and I will not allow anyone to hurt you again. Already."

Amy struggled for a while and then gave up. Maybe she saw big tears rolling down from my eyes.

Men don’t shed tears lightly, but at this moment, my tears flowed out uncontrollably, falling from above and dripping on my sister’s flawless face.

Amy was stunned for a moment, falling into a daze after shock.

After a while, she lowered her head and no longer allowed me to see her expression. Then she stretched out one of her little hands and held my big hand that hugged her tightly.

The brother and sister stood so quietly in the room. For a moment, I almost thought time had stopped.

Finally, Amy's two ponytails trembled slightly, and I seemed to hear a low sob.

She pushed my arm away and went to the bathroom alone.

For some reason, Amy seemed to have opened all the faucets in the bathroom, and the noise of running water covered everything up.

It was nearly half an hour before she came out. Her face and hair were well washed, with crystal drops of water hanging on them. Her twin ponytails were spread out. After changing her hairstyle, she looked as if she was a year older than before.

Still not talking to me, he turned around and went to the refrigerator on the other side.

I was reviewing myself to see if my sister might have misunderstood anything in what I just said, when I suddenly felt a chill on the back of my neck and almost screamed.

"It's...what is it,."

It turned out that Amy took out two cans of sugar-free iced coffee from the refrigerator, sneaked back behind me, raised her feet, and pressed one of the cans against the back of my neck, icing me hard.

After frightening me, Amy seemed to be in a good mood.

"I really underestimated the manservant before, but he can even lie so well."

Amy still refused to admit that I was telling the truth.

"You also said that you love me and will protect me forever. It's so disgusting. I just took it as a joke. However, since you said such things, you have to work harder in front of me in the future."

After ordering me to open the can of iced coffee for her, she sat on the dressing table and wrote something with a marker.
Chapter completed!