C286 About sister plum's life

Sis Plum hugged me like this for a long time. I silently shed tears on her chest. She hugged my head.

She caressed my face as if she were caressing a child, then looked down at me and said, "Look at me!"

How could I be ashamed to see her? I felt ashamed, more ashamed than if she had found out that I was sleeping with another woman.

I don't look at her