Younger Sister In Chinese Novels & Stories

"I also have an elder sister who is extremely beautiful. She has a famous Saintly Being of Yinluo and is the best for cultivating with others. Unfortunately, her standards have always been very high, and no one is good enough for her. I think Caspian is very good. He has the potential to be my brother-in-law!" "Damn it! I don't have an elder sister or younger sister, but I have a younger sister-in-law. Her nickname is Sweety, and she is very sweet and beautiful. In my opinion, she is very suitable for Caspian!" "I don't have an elder sister, a younger sister, or a sister-in-law, because my Taoist companion is the youngest in her family, but I have several elder sisters-in-law! They are all v

She was starting to understand why her Uncle Mo looked like he had eaten sour plum when dealing with this girl. "Hey, hey, pretty older sister, can I call you older sister?" "Aren't you already?" "Well, I don't know, we look like we are about the same age." Yin nodded thoughtfully, a finger propping up her chin. "Maybe, you'll like to be called younger sister instead." Who's your younger sister?! "Will you be Yin's playmate? I promise not to treat you badly." "How can you treat me badly?" As if in response, Yin eyed the young man hovering near Wu Xuan'er. "Hee hee, pretty older sister, is he your husband?"

He replied in fact. "Let me explain. In China, when there is confidence and intimacy between two people, it is widespread to refer to each other as brother or sister. So, to give you an example, you, as my best friend, and being slightly younger than me, could call me jiejie." Claire said, smiling at her friend. "I like that! I'll call you that from now on." Margaret decreed after thinking about it for a moment. "But Claire isn't Shèngli's girlfriend yet, at least not officially." The girl added.

"She forced you; do you want to harm me? I regard you as my sister, and you treat me like this. Do you feel sorry for me?" Jiang Yingying was very angry, more annoyed than being slandered because in the whole dormitory, she had the best relationship with Liang Hong. They were born into the same family and had always appreciated each other. Jiang Yingying even treated Liang Hong as her own sister. When Liang Hong had difficulties in life,even if she tightened her belt, Jiang Yingying would help her. But she had never expected that Liang Hong would hurt her.

She smiles at Xue Mei widely like she was a savior. Xue Mei return with a smile too, ‘Oh, she’s Xui Li’s actual mother...pheww~’ "Hi! I'm Xui Li's second sister. Feng Li Jing. Just call me my second sister." She hugs Xue Mei friendly. "I'm Feng Li Min. His first sister." She also hugs her a little. "I…I'm Xue Mei.." "Meimei, have you had your dinner yet?" Feng Xiu Ying asks gently. She shakes her head. The last she eats is during her lunchtime.

Originally, it was also true that she who came from a rural family, She had never wanted to marry a rich man either. "Well!" Wen Yuhang didn't see his mother's face at all, his eyes were only focused on Yang Shuting, and he gently pulled out his chair. Yang Shuting sat down, said "Thank you" and sat up straight, she didn't even dare to lift her eyes. "Big brother, Sister Niannian come back!" The girl sitting next to Wen's mother, with a high ponytail and a delicate face, looking just 17 or 18 years old, was Wen Yuhang's younger sister, Wen Yuqing. She was now studying in a noble school, in her final year.

She hurriedly said, "I know, I know. Little sister is going to look for Qin Tian." "Qin Tian?" Cecelia and Natalie spoke at the same time. They looked at each other in dismay, indicating that this was the first time they had heard this name. Her heart was exposed by her cousin, and the little girl was a little unhappy. "Sister." "Well, if you don't tell me, how can aunt and aunt know what you are doing there?" Long Ying was only a month older than the little girl. They were not only in the kindergarten, but also in the class.

Just then, her younger sister ran over to Long Rong’er and gently took her hand. “Is big sister mad at Yueyin?” the girl asked, looking at Long Rong’er with a sad expression. Of course, seeing her little sister looking at her so sadly, Long Rong’er couldn’t stay upset, especially since her little sister’s cute face made Long Rong’er’s heart melt with tenderness.

"I won't let you slander my sister anymore! Hasn't she suffered enough? You vile, disgusting woman!" "What are you talking about?" Maggie burst into tears, her voice trembling. "When did I ever slander her? I didn't make her jump! She's mentally unstable; how's that my fault—ahh!"

I let myself grieve the family I had thought I had. My sister. Not the woman she had turned out to be, that grief was different and older and I would deal with it on its own terms in its own time. The sister I had grown up believing she was. Eleven years of shared bedrooms and borrowed clothes and the twin language we had developed, those slight, specific signals that only the other one understood, the way you could be across a crowded room and catch her eye and have an entire conversation in the tilt of a chin. That sister. The one who had sat beside me at every pack event and who had known my face better than I knew it myself because you spent your whole childhood studying the face that wa