The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

The lights in the living room went out, and a warm yellow light lit up the bedroom. The door closed with a click, and a low conversation was heard from the bedroom.

Ling Yi has a strong learning ability. He can perfectly replicate something he has only done once, with no difference in details. With sweat on his back, Ling Si looked at the boy in front of him who was doing the action seriously, and vaguely felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

The dry fingertips covered the silver-haired boy's eyelids. Ling Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly. He lifted his eyelids and looked at him, with heat surging in his eyes.

Ling Si exhaled, raised his head, and threw himself into the soft quilt with all his strength. He looked into the boy's dark blue eyes again and murmured, "Ling Yi, your eyes... seem a little different."

Hearing this, Ling Yi subconsciously touched the corner of his eyes to cover up the inappropriate color. His pupils returned to a dark black color and he leaned forward to kiss his lips, "What's the difference?"

Ling Si was turned over, his face buried in the pillow, some of his long hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, sticking to his skin, and he said in a muffled voice: "It's okay."

.......

The wind outside the window grew stronger, and the dark green branches slapped against the glass, making annoying scratching sounds. Ling Si's eyes were covered by fog, and he was amazed at Ling Yi's copying ability.

He used almost everything he was taught, and one thing I can say is that he became much more proficient.

In the early morning, Ling Yi woke up very early. It took him a few seconds to understand his current situation. Half of his shoulder was numb, and there was a warm person in his arms - his wife.

He didn't think of pulling his hand out immediately. Instead, he turned over, held the man completely in his arms, lowered his eyes and kissed his forehead.

Normally, Ling Si's biological clock is very punctual and he would have woken up long ago at this time, but some activities that are not in line with his daily habits will disrupt his biological clock.

For example, now, he noticed that he was being interrupted, put his hand on the boy's face, and shrank back, away from the heat.

Ling Yi was not unhappy about being beaten. His arms were free, as if they were being gnawed by ants. After he resumed normal movement, he got up from the bed, put on his shoes, turned around and pulled the quilt down a little to cover Ling Si's chest.

The temperature in early summer should not be underestimated. Even in the morning, the temperature has started to rise. It would be strange if two young and energetic people were not hot together.

Ling Si had sweat on his forehead and was sleeping uneasily with a frown on his face.

After a while, Ling Yi moved the fan from the living room to the bedroom and turned it to the lowest speed. Then he went to the bathroom to wet a towel and wiped the sweat off Ling Si's head.

Even with the lowest wind speed, the old-fashioned fan was still noisy. The friction between parts made a squeaking sound. Ling Si became vaguely conscious and a white figure appeared in front of him. It grabbed Ling Yi's wrist with its hand.

"......." Ling Yi stopped moving, thinking that he had woken up. After more than ten seconds, the person on the bed closed his eyes again, lifted the quilt directly, and let in the cool breeze.

Half of Ling Si's body was exposed, his pale calf had a few bruises, and his thin ankle was connected by blue veins. Ling Yi looked at it for a long while, as if admiring it, then held his foot and put it back into the quilt.

Taking a step back, Ling Yi covered the young man's abdomen with the quilt, helped him turn over, and made him lie on his side so that the wind could reach his back. He also stuffed the pillow into Ling Si's arms and held him.

As he bent over, he whispered, "You'll catch a cold."

The scar on the side of his neck had almost disappeared. Ling Yi reached over with his fingertips and felt a slightly different touch, very subtle, almost imperceptible. He sat by the bed for a while and then left the bedroom.

He went to the kitchen to tinker with something, but the height suitable for disabled people was still too short for him, so he needed to bend down slightly to make the task at hand more convenient.

When he got to the kitchen, he found that he didn't know how to do anything and never had a recipe in mind.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Ling Yi didn't think anyone would come to see him at this time. He opened the door and saw the neighbor who had been detained for a week for his outrageous remarks. His face had healed, but he still deserved a beating.

The neighbor was obviously not very happy to see him. The smile on his face faded a lot. He seemed to remember something and handed the small pot in his hand to him.

"This is for Ling Si's body. It's corn stewed with pork ribs. It's not greasy. He likes it very much."

As if he knew what Ling Yi was worried about, Chen Jihuai explained: "Nothing is added, all natural ingredients."

As soon as Ling Yi opened the door, he smelled the fragrance, and his nose moved slightly. All he heard from his neighbor was "he likes it very much." He wanted to close the door and refuse, but now he took the pot and locked the person out.

With a "bang", the entire corridor was shaken. Chen Jihuai could hardly maintain his smile. He took out his cell phone to send a text message, but suddenly remembered that he had been blocked.

I'll just apply for a new card in the afternoon.

This brat really has no manners at all. If it weren’t for the plot setting, how could Ling Si like such a reckless man?