I haven't been a big brother for many years

This position is a little tricky.

Bruce was almost blocked by the wall by Ryan.

This is the top floor of Wayne Building, the highest point of Gotham in the true sense.In addition to the dim light rendered by street lamps, there are dots of neon lights in bars flickering.But that's also on the ground, far away from here.

Even if the wall made of glass cannot be peeped from the outside, it still makes people feel insecure.

Especially when two men are standing in such a posture.

"Say it again, say what you just said again." Ryan almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words word by word.

He put his hands on the wall and wrapped Bruce in his arms. His smooth and full forehead was only one centimeter away from Bruce's forehead.

Just like that, all the breath of ** sprayed on Bruce's cheeks. His face was already fair, but it was immediately stained red after being treated like this.It's not known if it's because Ryan's temperature is too high, or if he has never been treated in this position.

Ryan's cheeks also turned red, but it wasn't because he felt that there was something wrong with his actions, but because he felt ashamed.

This made his eyes burn with flame-like anger.

Bruce keenly caught these emotions in his eyes, but as if he was bewitched by his beautiful bright red eyes, he repeated: "I mean... I don't know if you would like to dress up as my bodyguard... .”

But he immediately reacted, pursed his thin lips tightly, and turned his head uncomfortably.

Yes.

When he stared blankly at Ryan's abnormally soft face against the orange light when he lowered his head to help him unbutton his clothes, he asked such impolite words out of nowhere.

But when Ryan heard such words again, he was not as angry as he expected. Instead, he restrained his emotions for a moment, turned his head sideways following Bruce's movements, and forced his steel-blue eyes to look at himself: "The truth Go... that's a good idea, if you want to."

But his words didn't make him look so calm and wise, on the contrary, they were full of concealment - his earlobes, which were not covered by his hair, were still red.

Bruce looked at him, something flashed in his eyes, and he put on a playboy coat.

He skillfully reached out to lift the few strands of white hair that fell to Ryan's forehead, and approached his face under his dazed gaze, with the tip of his nose less than half a centimeter apart: "What if I want to?"

His voice suddenly became hoarse and deep, with a drawn-out retroflex mixed with infinite tenderness and nostalgia, just like a lover whispering in his ear.

Sexy and charming with a deep-seated hint: "...Lane"

Ryan was already standing there in a daze, as if the huge trembling from the depths of his soul frightened him.

Hongxia once again occupied the high ground on his cheeks, singing the song of victory passionately.

He knew the power of the beauty trick, and he had brought down many people with this unspeakable method countless times. Those people whom he was not ashamed of, until now he personally felt the power of this trick.

He hastily looked away from those dark blue eyes, pulled off the coat hanging on the hanger, and almost ran out.

This place is not going to last tonight.

Unexpectedly, before he could take a few steps away, he was pulled back by a force from his waist.

Fortunately, he remembered that this was Wayne's house. Even though he felt the sense of crisis that had saved him from running up his spine countless times, he didn't make any extraordinary resistance movements—it was not the time to fall off the horse.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a temperature that was too hot for him to attach to his back, and a pointy thing gently pressed against his shoulder socket, which was Bruce's chin.

Bruce wrapped his arms around his waist and held him in his arms. Ryan's spine line was almost perfectly embedded in his arms, and his shallow nose made his earlobes flush again.

"Where are you going to take my coat? Hmm?" It sounded like a lover's whisper in his ears, as if Ryan's action just now was not to escape, but a normal little love between the two.

Ryan didn't realize that he took the wrong coat when he wanted to run. In fact, he could hardly hear what Bruce said. He only felt that the chest against his back was accompanied by the breath he breathed in his ears. vibrating.

Too dangerous.

His bright red pupils were dilated, his eyes were distracted, he stared blankly in front of him, and forced himself to divert his attention.He turned his head involuntarily, wanting to get rid of the source of his aura.

He struggles very little, as if he doesn't want Bruce to notice his discomfort with this aspect of the matter.

Or, I don't want him to know that I have no experience with being too intimate with others or any ambiguous actions.

Fortunately, when Bruce noticed that he was struggling, he let go of his arms and opened a safe distance.

Pretending that nothing happened, she walked around in front of him, took the coat from his hand that she had taken off a few minutes ago, and hung it back on the hanger.

He looked at Ryan's white hair that seemed much warmer under the orange light, raised his hand hesitantly and paused, as if thinking for a while, and finally put his hand on his shoulder: "It's late, go to sleep. "

His voice changed back to his usual tone of joking with him.

Ryan lowered his eyes, bit his lips subconsciously, and almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "There is only one bed here." Even if that bed can accommodate four or five people, it is more than enough.

Bruce waved his hand nonchalantly, took a sip of the milk he had just put on the table beside him, and said, "I sleep on the sofa." The milk left a white mark around his thin lips, which looked ridiculous.

"Nope." Ryan refused. Wouldn't it make Bruce sleep on the sofa that he was really scared just now: "Anyway, the bed is big enough."

He ignored Bruce's reaction, turned around and climbed into bed.

Little did they know that the No. 1 guy standing behind a gangster, Mr. Jordan, whose name has made countless people frightened, now his IQ has been directly lowered to the infant stage.

Bruce was only stunned for a moment, his dark blue eyes chasing his back, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

Like an illusion, the eyes that were always full of cynicism or ruthlessness actually revealed a slight hint of tenderness.

In the end he sighed, washed his clothes, and went to bed lightly.

The suggestion of women's clothing seemed to be a joke made by the two of them as a moment of dizziness.

……

Lane thought he would have restless sleep, or insomnia.Except for the few nights he slept with his parents when he was a child, he has never shared a bed with anyone.

His sleep has always been very light, and he will wake up when there is any movement.

And this time, maybe it was because he slept too late, he didn't wake up until the glare of the sun mercilessly covered his face.

When he saw the billionaire face in front of him, he was still in a daze.

He couldn't figure out why he would sleep in the same bed with someone else one day. For a moment he thought he was in some bar and someone had drunk something in it, but he quickly rejected this guess, even if he was drunk Nor would he be without the slightest vigilance.

So who is this face in front of you?

The headache caused by staying up late made him pinch the bridge of his nose tiredly.Black slightly curly hair, deep-set eye sockets, high nose bridge, perfect contour line carved out like a knife and ax, and thin light pink lips.

This seemed to be the most proud answer that God could give, except for his frown that was still tightly frowned in his sleep.

Bruce Wayne.

Ryan woke up instantly when he realized who this person was.

Only he can always look like this worried about the world.

But when Ryan realized who he was, his fingertips had already touched his brow.

In the end, he didn't take back his hand, but pressed down gently, trying to smooth his frowning brows.

He was very serious, so serious that he didn't even realize that those ice blue eyes had quietly opened, the fog faded, until they were full of smiles, and then they were deliberately closed.

Pretending to be asleep is always a game that everyone has played since childhood.

Retracting his hand in satisfaction, Ryan closed his eyes again, as if speaking to Bruce, and whispered as if speaking to himself:

"By your side, always."

"Always by your side."

Bruce opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of disbelief.

That was a long time ago.

Two years after his father died, according to the usual custom, he refused Alfred's company and went to a remote mountain near the manor alone.

My father said that it was the custom of the Wayne family. Every year on Christmas Eve, the members of the Wayne family would walk into the barren mountain, pick up a stone at the foot of the mountain, carve their names, climb the rugged mountain road, and wait until dark. Come to the top of the mountain.

Together with his father, he walked the winding path countless times, piled up the respective stones where they had been placed before, set up a fire, and waited quietly for the sun to rise in this city, just like watching The hope of arriving in this city will always be accompanied by the rising sun.

That day, he promised Alfred that he would return to Wayne Manor before dark, and then let Alfred let him go, allowing him to walk that road alone according to tradition.

He took two stones at the foot of the mountain, engraved his name on one, and engraved the name of his father "Thomas Wayne" on the other.He has walked that road countless times, and he is no longer familiar with it. Soon, he came to the top of the mountain.

When he put the two stones on the ground, he still had some joy in his heart. Even if he left his parents, he could do anything.

However, immediately, his strength to maintain his fragility in front of others cracked.

Bruce kicked the stone away bitterly, and all the promises fell off the cliff like these stones, and fell to pieces.

As promised by his parents, he will always be by his side and watch him grow up.It's like a joke that has become a thing of the past.

But his movements were too big, and the strength exceeded the range that the stone could buffer. He staggered and fell off the cliff.

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