Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

As soon as Lin Qing's hand pressed on Lin Huaijin's lower abdomen, he was restrained by Lin Huaijin.

The spoiled little dog just now was now emitting cold air all over his body. He pressed Lin Huaijin on the couch and tied his hands behind his back.

Lin Qing didn't react to what happened in an instant. He looked back in disbelief.

He saw his brother's dark eyes staring at him.

Lin Qing took a deep breath.

I couldn't get angry, after all, this showed that my brother was very cautious.

He couldn't be happy, after all, he was the one who was restrained.

This is a bit difficult. How can he check his brother's physical condition?

Lin Qing struggled for a while, his arm felt a little painful, so he simply lay down on the couch and rest for a while.

Sure enough, after a while, Lin Huaijin let him go. He rubbed his shoulders and wrists with his left hand, and looked up and down at his brother who had become well-behaved again.

Lin Huaijin was holding his right hand against his cheek.

He stuck to it with his eyes closed, looking like he really liked it.

Lin Qing smelled his left hand again, and there was no smell now.

He blinked and carefully placed his hand on his stomach again.

Unexpectedly, his brother, who had just held his hand tenderly with a gentle look on his face, in the blink of an eye, had his hands tied behind his back and pressed him on the couch, this time even using his knees.

A knee pressed against his lower back, firmly stopping him.

Lin Qing sighed, turned his head and glared back.

If I don't punish him for three days, he will tear off the roof! He is so disobedient, I really want to beat him!

Lin Qing didn't find a chance to investigate, but after his attempts, the time he was handcuffed on the couch became shorter and shorter.

Hopefully, my brother will get used to his action.

Lin Qing got off the bed and walked to the couch in the corner where the young man was, looking through the bloody bandage he had left on it.

There is also a complete set of knives of various sizes on it, each of which is shining with a cold light.

He pressed his forehead with a headache.

What should we do? Should we arrest the boy and interrogate him?

But based on his observations over the past few days, that shouldn't be a good idea. The young man seemed to be staring at Lin Huaijin very closely, and he would bare his teeth at anyone who got close to Lin Huaijin.

Lin Qing was feeling worried when a silent ghost followed him.

Lin Qing was squatting on the ground checking the things on the bed, and Lin Huaijin squatted beside him, grabbed his hair hanging on his back, and put it to his nose to smell it.

Lin Qing raised his eyebrows, and suddenly some guesses came to his mind. Could it be that his brother only has a sense of smell now?

Can he hear himself?

Lin Qing asked tentatively: "Xiao Jin?"

Lin Huaijin was still sniffing the hair without any other reaction. Now he was no longer satisfied with just smelling one strand of hair. He scooped up another handful of hair, rubbed it in his hands, then smelled it again, and rubbed it again.

Lin Qing lowered his eyes to look at the hair, then raised his eyes to look at his brother who was playing with his hair. He reached out, pinched his brother's chin, and lifted his head slightly.

Let his gaze fall on her face, then speak word by word: "Xiao Jin, I am your brother."

Lin Huaijin's deep, dark eyes stared at his face without blinking.

Lin Qing felt helpless. He had no way of telling which part of his face the other person was looking at.

Is it the eyes or the mouth.

Did you "see" what he said?

So Lin Qing took her hair away from his hand, held his hand, let him press his fingers to her lips, and then continued:

"Xiao Jin, brother is here to take you home."

Lin Qing thought, even if I can't hear him, at least I can know that he is talking, right?

Lin Huaijin's reaction was to tilt his head.

Then he secretly looked around, picked up Lin Qing and carried him into the inner room.

He looked around the inner room stealthily, then carried Lin Qing to the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Lin Qing: ?????

He pulled the quilt off his head, and just as he saw his pale brother, he covered it again.

Lin Qing: No, what happened? ? ?

How come he couldn't understand it at all?

Didn't he just say come and take him home? Not cover him up?

Lin Qing pulled the quilt again, and this time, just as a ray of light leaked out, another layer of quilt appeared on his body.

Lin Qing: ...It's still summer now, keep him warm.

Could it be that his brother had misunderstood what he had just said?

Lin Qing rolled over from the edge of the bed to the inside of the bed, and finally lifted the quilt. Lin Huaijin was still squatting beside the bed and had no time to cover him with the quilt.

Just as Lin Qing was about to speak, he felt something hard hitting his waist.

He took the thing out of the quilt, the corners of his mouth curved up, ripples appeared in his eyes, making his red pupils even more dazzling.

It's a wood sculpture.

A wood carving I made when I was twelve years old.

With his eyes closed, his cheeks are a little bulging, and he has a red headband on his head, looking very naive.

When my brother was young, his hands were relatively small. The wood carving that my ten-year-old brother could hold in one hand now looks particularly small in the hands of the adult Lin Qing.

It’s like accidentally coming across your childhood toys when you grow up. Besides nostalgia, you also feel a lot of sighs in your heart.

Lin Qing touched various parts of the small wooden sculpture and found that it was somewhat worn out.

But only the red hairband is still as bright red as blood. I wonder what material the stubborn mother-in-law used to paint it in the first place.

Lin Huaijin had already followed him onto the bed, walked inside the bed, and pulled up the quilt to cover him.

Lin Qing quickly held down his hand, pointed at the wood carving, then pointed at himself, and said, "This is me."

Lin Huaijin nodded, then covered him and the wood sculpture with the quilt.

Lin Qing:........

Does he think of himself as a doll in his collection?

Lin Qing felt that he hadn't accomplished anything serious since he had been alone with his brother.

When he wanted to check his brother's health, his hands were tied behind his back and he was held down.

I wanted to check the unknown knife set to figure out the situation, but my brother took it away.

I picked up a wood carving and wanted my brother to remember me through it, but I didn't expect that I would be mistaken for the wood carving.

Lin Qing held his forehead with his hand again. This was a bit difficult.

but--

He suddenly discovered a fact.

That is, he was brought to the bed with his shoes on, and Lin Huaijin also walked up with his shoes on.

Lin Qing frowned tightly, stood up quickly, grabbed his brother with one hand and jumped to the bed.

He looked back at the big bed and performed the Cleansing Clothes Technique on it more than ten times.

Finally, turn your eyes away, out of sight, out of mind.