My Brother’s Mysophobic GirlfriendSection 1

My brother brought his girlfriend home. Because she had OCD, she threw my cat out of the window from the eighth floor.

"Being around animals for everything is disgusting. Don't get me infected."

I packed her luggage and threw it in the trash.

"Sorry, if I ever let you into this house again, you can reverse my name," I said.

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"Olivia, this is my girlfriend, Jane," Shane said.

When I opened the door, I saw a pretty girl standing next to my brother.

The girl was wearing Bluetooth earphones. She looked at me without any expression and then looked back down at her phone.

Shane scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. "She's shy and doesn't like to talk," he said.

My smile froze, but I kept my basic politeness. "You must be tired. Change your shoes and come in for dinner," I said.

I turned and took out a new pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet. Before I could place them down, Jane stepped onto the clean floor in her boots.

I saw the mud on the white floor tiles and swallowed my frustration. I put the slippers back.

Before I could react, a sharp, disgusted voice came from behind. "Ah! A cat! So dirty. Keep it away from me!

"Shane! Why is there a cat in your house? Don't you know I have OCD?" she said.

The cat, Lucy, was a birthday gift from my parents. It was very gentle. Jane's scream scared it, and it hid under the couch.

Shane gave me an awkward look and patted Jane on the back to comfort her.

"This is Olivia's cat. It's very well-behaved," he said.

Jane stomped her foot and shrugged her shoulders, throwing a tantrum. "Do you know how many germs are on a cat?

"Who can stay around such dirty things all day? Someone like me with OCD can't stand it for a moment," she said.

I clenched my fists, suppressing my anger. I calmly looked for the cat and opened a can of cat food to comfort it.

Seeing this, Jane scoffed. "You treat it so well. I wonder if you're as considerate towards your parents?

"Sometimes I don't get it. People spoil their pets with treats while their parents are at home eating poor food," she said.

I looked up and gave a forced smile. "Didn't you say you don't like to talk? Why are you saying so much?

"The cat food is over there. If your parents are really eating poor food, you can take some for them," I said.

Jane pointed at me, ready to be angry. "What do you mean by that?" she said.