My sister's secret routine, hiding a double identity behind her peaceful life.

My sister was the coldest working woman in the company during the day, and she came home at night and walked in the living room with a loose sleeping dress, and she tied her tie to her fingertips, slowly drawing closer to her brother, whispering in her ear that the day was not over, and her brother's hand was held by her hand, and her palm was burning. Her eyes were getting deeper and the lights were on her collarbone, and she suddenly got her breath on her way past, and the relationship was completely out of control at this moment, and behind her secret, peaceful life was a double identity.