The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

The atmosphere fell silent again, with the only sound in the house being the sound of tools hitting iron sheets. The neighbor noticed a pair of eyes behind him fixed on him. His hand holding the screwdriver was sweating, and he casually wiped it on his pants, pretending to wipe off the stain.

It was not until the gaze left and the wheelchair turned in another direction that the neighbor breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly replaced the aging wires with new ones, and finally put on the front cover and tightened every screw. His tense body immediately relaxed.

He took a step back and bumped into something. Behind him, he heard the homeowner's somewhat panicked cry. The neighbor was startled and quickly stepped aside.

Ling Si's entire hand was wet, and the spilled water dripped down from the cup, casting a dark color on his light brown pants.

"I was going to bring you some water, but it spilled." Ling Si held a tissue in his other hand and wiped the water stains off his pants. He said to his neighbor embarrassedly, "I'll pour you another glass. Thank you for your hard work."

The neighbor took the cup from his hand and pulled out a lot of tissues from the sink, and said in a flustered manner, "I should be the one to apologize to you. I wasn't paying attention."

Ling Si blocked his hand and controlled the wheelchair out of the bathroom. "It's okay, you can sit in the living room for a while. I see you've been sweating after repairing it for so long, let the fan blow first."

As he said that, he turned on the fan that was pointing at the sofa.

The old-fashioned fan made a squeaking noise when it was turned on, until the fan blades started to run at high speed, the harsh friction sound was reduced a lot.

Ling Si went to the kitchen to get a glass of water for the person.

The neighbor took it while thanking him, then drank it all in one gulp, seeming to be really thirsty. He put the cup on the coffee table, his eyes unconsciously fell on a dark spot on the young man's trousers.

"It's not comfortable to have your pants wet like this, aren't you going to change them?"

Ling Si looked down and smiled: "It's okay, my husband will be back soon, I'll ask him to help me then."

The neighbor was a little surprised, "I thought you were just joking, after all, this kind of thing doesn't happen often..."

"A same-sex couple?" Ling Si folded his hands on his legs, his face looking shy and happy. "It's indeed rare. My husband and I met through an introduction. He was still a student, and I had already graduated. Later, we developed feelings for each other and decided to be together."

"Sounds like a happy life." The neighbor nodded, her lips curled up slightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Where does your husband go to school? Is it University A? After all, this is the only university close to this community."

"Yes," Ling Si asked him, "Don't you know him? Didn't he tell you?"

"I'm just a water heater repairman. I think your husband called me because he saw the advertisement posted in the community." The neighbor stood up and seemed to be about to leave. He pointed to the bathroom and said, "Remember to try the machine. If there is still a problem, come to the opposite door to find me."

"Won't you sit down for a while?" Ling Si suddenly said, "My husband will be back soon."

The neighbor paused as he opened the door, his voice a little hoarse, "By the way, do you know the person at the door just now?"

Ling Si felt as if his heart was struck. "I don't know him. Is he from this community?"

"He lives in the building opposite. He's been crazy for years. He knocks on other people's doors from time to time, scaring them to death. Next time he comes, just call the police and don't open the door."

The neighbor had his back to him, his entire face hidden in the shadows. From Ling Si's perspective, he could only see his fair jawline and his lips moving from time to time. He said, "I don't know how to call you yet. You really don't look like a repairman."

The neighbor tightened his fingers around the door handle, pressed his palm down, and easily opened the door. He said, "My name is Chen Jihuai."

"I am Ling Si."

"I know."

The door closed with a click. Ling Si sat at the door for a while, turned off the lights in the living room, and with the help of the light from his cell phone, he pushed his wheelchair slowly towards the bedroom.

........

I don't know how long it had been, but there was a sound of a door lock turning at the entrance. The black shadow paused at the door for a while, and when he didn't smell any strange smell, he turned on the light in the living room with a click.

He looked around and found a used cup on the coffee table, a blue blanket on the sofa, and no one else.

In the bathroom?

The bathroom door was wide open and no one was inside.

The bedroom was pitch black. There was a sound coming from the bedside. Ling Yi tightened the strap of his backpack and rushed over. After a short shout, a little blue light appeared in front of Ling Yi. There was a warm touch under his hand, and a strong pulse. The blue light of the screen hit the face of the person in front of him. He raised his face slightly, his neck was held in someone's hand, his black eyes were slightly confused, and he seemed to want to speak.

Ling Yi frowned, let him go, and then turned on the bedroom light.

His nominal wife had been coughing and her face was red. Suddenly, the strong light stimulated her and tears oozed from the corners of her eyes. She seemed to be in great pain.

The first thing she did when she regained her voice was to call him, "Husband?"

"You are not..." Ling Yi stopped talking, "Don't call me that."

Why is the person who should have been dead still alive? He deliberately came back at midnight, found the body in the house and called the police.

Ling Si calmed his breath and said, "Okay, if you don't want to scream, then don't scream. You were the one who asked me to say this in the first place. How was your study today?"

He spoke to Ling Yi in a normal tone, as if he was not the one who had just been strangled.

Ling Yi: "Not bad."

Ling Yi's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the blue marks on his neck. His wife didn't go out often, and her skin was pale, so any marks were particularly obvious. He knew his strength, and he always struck with the force of killing with one blow. If this man hadn't spoken, he would not have been killed by the murderer, but by him.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" he asked again.

"Doesn't this waste electricity? I also want to take a break and wait for you to come back."

"No need to wait for me." Ling Yi's voice was flat, lacking in humanity and sounding cold.

"Okay." Ling Si didn't notice anything wrong and seemed to listen to him.

After a while of silence, Ling Si felt something hit his leg. He picked it up and saw that it was a tube of ointment. Ling Yi got up and left.

Ling Si had never seen the things sold in the Infinite Flow World System Mall. Now he saw that they were almost the same as the things in the quick-travel game. He didn't expect Ling Yi to use this to wipe it for him.

But judging from Ling Yi’s behavior just now, he didn’t seem to know him. Did he lose his memory?

The cool ointment moved across the bruises, relieving the pain of the swelling. Even though there was no mirror in front of him, Ling Si knew that the injury must have healed.

Ling Yi really had no ambiguity and treated him as an enemy. No wonder he could sit firmly in the top position in performance.

He didn't know why the minister sent him to this place, which was not part of his job. In order to let him and Ling Yi fall in love, they specially sent him to a small world. This was not in line with the habits of Minister Long Aotian and Minister Wu CP. They valued performance more than anything else. Wasn't he affecting Ling Yi Wu CP's career by being here?

Moreover, he did not die, and the man did not kill him.

According to the plot, the person who killed him was most likely a neighbor who visited him, but who was the madman who was knocking on the door frantically before?

His neighbor did not kill him either, as if there was some reason that prevented him from doing so.

Chen Jihuai, the host previously brought by 888, seemed to have changed departments. He was a small and thin man before due to the restrictions of his omega identity, but now he has become tall and strong with broad shoulders and long legs. He did not recognize him at first.

It was not until the face and the name matched that he was sure. If Chen Jihuai was an NPC, he should be killed according to the plot.

It was already late at night and his pants were still wet. After much thought, he decided to call Ling Yi, even though there was a good chance that Ling Yi would reject him now.

"Ling Yi, come here for a moment."

The silver-haired boy appeared at the bedroom door, "What's up?"

"My pants got wet accidentally, can you help me change them? My legs are inconvenient."

Ling Yi frowned and stared at his trousers, as if he wanted to stare a hole in them. Just when Ling Si thought he would turn around and leave, Ling Yi stretched out his long legs, picked him up and put him on the bed.

"Which one do you want to change?" Ling Yi opened the closet and divided the couple's clothes in half.

"On your left, blue jeans."

Locating the pants that Ling Si mentioned, he pulled them out, causing the hanger to hit the hanging rod. From the noise, people who didn't know would think he was going to dismantle the cabinet.

Then, he came to Ling Si holding up his pants and asked, "How do I change?"

"Wait a moment," Ling Si unzipped his pants, swayed left and right on the bed, and finally pulled his pants down to his legs, "Help me take off my pants."

Pants can only be pulled down to the knees, and any further down you will need help from others.

Ling Yi followed his instructions and took off his pants, revealing a pair of pale and thin legs. There were some bruises on the knees. Ling Yi poked the bruise with his cold fingers and said, "There is no medicine here."

"I didn't notice it just now." Sometimes when transferring from a wheelchair to a bed or sofa, there would often be bumps and bruises. If Ling Yi hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten about it. "Put on your pants, and then I can put them on myself."

Ling Yi picked up the ointment beside him, squeezed out a large dollop and applied it on his knee. Ling Si felt a coolness on his knee and the medicine was quickly absorbed, but too much medicine was squeezed out and the rest was still on his knee.

"Ling Yi, it's too much."

Ling Yi looked at the large patch of transparent gel on Ling Si's knee and was a little confused. Normally, when he wiped the wound, it would be absorbed by the gel, so why not now?

He put his palm on Ling Si's knee and spread the gel. Seeing that his thighs and calves were covered with the ointment, Ling Si grabbed his wrist to stop his movements, believing that he was marinating meat.

"Don't wipe it, bring me some tissues."

Ling Yi also knew that he had messed up, so he cooperated with Ling Si to clean up the mess and wiped off the excess gel. Ling Yi touched Ling Si's leg again.

Ling Si: “?”

Ling Yi: "Your legs feel so comfortable."

Ling Yi had an expressionless face and said words that were not in line with his character. Although the two were husband and wife in the small world, Ling Yi seemed to have not yet figured it out.

Ling Yi simply stated the facts, and then helped Ling Si put his pants up to his calves, with the rest of the trouser legs hanging on the edge of the bed.

It was very difficult for Ling Si to pull it up like this.

He asked Ling Yi to help him roll it up and pile it to his ankles. Ling Yi studied it for a while, put one hand through Ling Si's armpit to help him lift it up, and helped him put on his pants with the other hand.

The feeling of feeling in his legs but being weak was really a bit strange. Ling Si tried hard to ignore the strange feeling and knocked away Ling Yi's hand that was about to help him zip up his pants. "Thank you, I can do it myself."

Ling Yi just stood aside, looking at him, his equally unblinking black eyes staring at him with a certain seriousness.

"Why do you have the same last name as me?"

"coincide."

Ling Yi was obviously not satisfied with the perfunctory words, but he did not ask further questions. Instead, he said, "Shall we sleep together?"

"Hasn't it always been like this?" Ling Si said, "You don't want to sleep with me? That's right, I might disturb you at night. You still have classes tomorrow, right? I'll go buy another bed tomorrow, so you don't have to sleep with me anymore."

"Need not."

Not sleeping with his nominal wife is against his character setting, which will also affect his mission score. If it is discovered that he is not from here, the difficulty of Ling Yi's mission will increase sharply, and he will also face encirclement and suppression by NPCs from around the world.

Ling Yi took off his shoes and lay down beside him, placing his hands on his abdomen, sleeping soundly.