My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

Help with a shower?

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this request. Although Ning Nanjia is not used to getting close to people, but after thinking about the person who is still in the room at this time, Ning Fuyuan is too old to make troubles. Aunt Yu said in the end She is also a woman, after thinking about it, it seems that he is really the only one who can help Jiang Beiyu with this.

Seeing that Ning Nanjia did not make a sound after listening to his words, Jiang Beiyu's heart gradually tightened, and he was hesitating whether it was too abrupt to make such a request at this time, so he heard Ning Nanjia ask him,

"Will a shower work? I don't have a bathtub at home."

The tense mood relaxed a little, and the corner of Jiang Beiyu's mouth raised a slight arc, "It's ok, I won't pick."

Ning Nanjia helped him sit on the small sofa, turned around and stepped on the carpet to get a set of home clothes that he didn't often wear out of the closet,

"Is it okay to wear my clothes to sleep? I only wore this set once and it's clean."

Regarding Ning Nanjia's things, Jiang Beiyu had nothing to do. After reaching out to take it, he looked at it, then raised his eyes slightly, and asked softly:

"Brother Nanjia, can you lend me some underwear too? If I don't have new ones... I don't mind if I've worn them."

Ning Nanjia suddenly felt ashamed because of Jiang Beiyu's direct words, but after seeing the other party's frank eyes, he felt that he really thought too much,

"There are new ones, I'll bring them to you."

The eyelashes drooped slightly, Jiang Beiyu seemed to have a disappointed expression on his face, "Oh, thank you Brother Nanjia then."

After wrapping Jiang Beiyu's injured knee and elbow with plastic wrap, Ning Nanjia helped him into the bathroom. Although there was no bathtub, he still found him a small bench.

In summer, the water temperature generally does not need to be very high. Considering the young master's delicate body, Ning Nanjia raised it slightly, and the bathroom soon became foggy.

Jiang Beiyu's skin was very fair, and after being drenched in slightly scalding hot water, it gradually turned a layer of light pink. Ning Nanjia held up his hand with a towel, and slowly wiped his back and chest for him. When he came to the shallow and wide scar under the butterfly bone on his back, he paused and walked away calmly.

Jiang Beiyu cooperated very well throughout the whole process, raising his arms when he raised his arms, and stretching his legs when he asked him to stretch his legs. When the big brother of the other party was washed, Ning Nanjia suddenly felt a little bit hesitant, not only because he had never done it before, but also, even if he Between acquaintances, if they are not intimate to a certain extent, they will still feel a little strange.

As if aware of Ning Nanjia's hesitation, Jiang Beiyu stretched out his uninjured hand, took the towel in his hand and said to him, "Brother Nanjia, you support me, I can do it myself."

Ning Nanjia happened to have the same idea, and it was rare for Jiang Beiyu to propose it on his own initiative, so he supported his arm cooperatively, turning his side slightly to look away.

There was the sound of splashing water behind him, and the fog in the bathroom was a little heavy, making Ning Nanjia's eyes a little wet. After a short wait, Jiang Beiyu called him,

"Brother Nanjia, I'm fine."

Ning Nanjia turned around, took the towel in Jiang Beiyu's hand and wrung it dry, and lowered his head to wipe his arms and legs that could not get wet. During this period, Jiang Beiyu kept looking down at him, and when he was almost wiped, suddenly I opened my mouth and said,

"Brother Nanjia, your eyes are so beautiful."

His words came so suddenly, Ning Nanjia subconsciously raised some wet eyelashes and looked at him, her clear amber eyes were a little puzzled.

After meeting his eyes, Jiang Beiyu frowned, and continued to add, "It's really pretty, even better than the little girl's."

After realizing that he was being entertained, Ning Nanjia raised his hand and knocked on Jiang Beiyu's forehead, "You should save these words to coax the little girl."

His strength was unambiguous at all, and a small red mark appeared on Jiang Beiyu's fair forehead, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

After helping Jiang Beiyu take a shower and tidy up the bathroom, Ning Nanjia was tired. His bed was made of agarwood wood, an antique, with a Simmons cushion on it. It was wide enough for two grown men to lie on. not a problem.

Knowing that Jiang Beiyu was going to stay overnight, Aunt Yu brought an extra quilt over. After Ning Nanjia lay down, she put his quilt on her waist and abdomen, and closed her eyelids to get ready to sleep.

Jiang Beiyu was lying on the inside, and the distance between the two of them would be no problem for a seven or eight-year-old child. The inside was against the wall, and there was a half-open wooden window on the wall. Looking out from the window, you could see the area behind the house. After lying in the quiet lotus pond for a while, he couldn't help but stand up, leaning on the window sill to look out, and at the same time asked Ning Nanjia,

"Brother Nanjia, are the lotus flowers in that lotus pond real?"

Ning Nanjia was about to fall asleep, but when he asked him this question, he subconsciously softened his voice and responded to him intermittently.

"Well, don't poke your head out. There is a female ghost in the lotus pond. She will arrest you later to accompany her."

Jiang Beiyu knew that he was talking nonsense as soon as he heard it. After leaning on the window to look at the scenery for a while, he slightly closed the half-open window, and was about to ask Ning Nanjia about something else. When he turned his head, he saw that Ning Nanjia had already Close your eyes and fall asleep.

The faint moonlight streamed in along the window sill, and the house was quiet.

Ning Nanjia's sleeping position with his head slightly sideways made his fair neck look more slender, and with his sideways movement, the small red mole on his Adam's apple became very clear.

Jiang Beiyu watched intently for a long while, and couldn't help but leaned slightly, leaned forward and lowered his head to kiss gently and long.

The sound of breathing from the top of his head was long and clear. As he leaned over, the tip of his hair inevitably rubbed against Ning Nanjia's chin. Sensing some itchiness, Ning Nanjia moved his head slightly, as if want to wake up.

The heart suddenly tightened, and Jiang Beiyu's palms broke out with a little sweat. Reason told him that he should straighten up and leave quickly, otherwise he would really not be able to explain clearly, but his body seemed to be out of control, eager to get close to Ning Nanjia More, reluctant to move half an inch.

So he just stuck his neck like this, and in an extremely ambiguous posture, his head was vainly pressed against the side of Ning Nanjia's neck without moving.

After turning around and turning over, Ning Nanjia continued to sleep, neither opening his eyes nor noticing his approach, Jiang Beiyu heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Ning Nanjia is too straight, until, sometimes he can't bear to bend.

However, he was more reluctant than unbearable.

When Ning Nanjia woke up the next day, there was no sign of Jiang Beiyu on the bed. After washing, he opened the door and went out. Just as he was about to find someone, he heard Ning Fuyuan's voice from the living room on the first floor.

"Xiao Yu, you should come here often in the future and play chess with me, an old man. I haven't found an opponent who is as good as me for a long time."

"Okay, it's rare that grandpa likes it. I will definitely come here often in the future."

Holding his long fingers on the guardrail on the second floor, Ning Nanjia looked along the sound, and saw Jiang Beiyu and Ning Fuyuan sitting opposite each other on the sofa below, and the tea table on the table was almost full of black and white chess pieces. Yes, it looks like they have just experienced a fierce fighting game.

Jiang Beiyu was still wearing his home clothes, a simple lotus root pink loose t-shirt and black cotton cropped trousers. The light colors made him extraordinarily fair and well-behaved.

Song Zhiwei bought this set of clothes for him two years ago. He thought lotus root pink was too girly, so he refused to wear it after only wearing it once. However, this color is very harmonious on Jiang Beiyu's body. He looks clean and sunny, like a puppy that has been raised very well, and he is very lovable.

As if noticing the sight above his head, Jiang Beiyu raised his head slightly, and after meeting Ning Nanjia's eyes, he raised his hand and waved at him,

"Brother Nanjia, good morning."

Ning Nanjia nodded to him, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and reminded: "Come up and change clothes, I have to go out to school."

Jiang Beiyu said hello, got up and walked up.

Aunt Yu had washed the clothes she changed last night and put them in the cloakroom. Ning Nanjia brought Jiang Beiyu's school uniform over, changed his clothes for him, and then turned her back to change her own.

The clothes he had taken off were placed on the sofa. Following Ning Nanjia's movement of bending over to take the clothes, his narrow and thin waist bent into a beautiful and soft arc, with thin muscles covering his thin bones. There is a kind of tenacity and vitality unique to young people.

Jiang Beiyu watched quietly, but his eyes suddenly couldn't move away.

Ning Nanjia is tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. His back looks like a young adult man, but on the contrary, he has a strong sense of youth. His eyebrows are as gentle as jade, which is very contradictory, but it is a little bit strange when placed on him. Nor is it against the peace.

For the first time, Jiang Beiyu discovered that after he fell in love with someone, every move he made could become a reason to fall in love.

After changing his clothes, Ning Nanjia casually put the clothes that Jiang Beiyu changed with his, so that Aunt Yu could wash them later, then walked up to him, bent down, and carried him on his back.

Because it was inconvenient to carry someone on his back, Ning Nanjia took a taxi and arrived at the school in a short while.

When he just walked to the bottom of the teaching building, Zou Zikang came from another road. Seeing Ning Nanjia carrying Jiang Beiyu on his back, he couldn't help frowning, and finally decided to ignore it, and turned his head to talk to Ning Nanjia ,

"Brother Jia, wait a minute and I'll copy your chemistry homework. I didn't do it yesterday. Old man Li will definitely do random checks later. If he catches me, I'm sure I'll be terrified."

Ning Nanjia replied indifferently, "Go to the drawer and look for it yourself."

After getting permission, Zou Zikang cheered and ran upstairs.

Looking at Zou Zikang's back, Ning Nanjia suddenly remembered that Jiang Beiyu didn't seem to have done his homework, and when he carried him upstairs, he said to him, "I'll copy some for you later, and you can copy some yourself. You should be able to copy the lessons without being punished."

Jiang Beiyu nodded obediently.

Taking advantage of the morning reading class to make up homework has always been a routine operation for the students. If there is a surprise inspection by the teacher, everyone will help cover it, so after carrying Jiang Beiyu back to the classroom, Ning Nanjia began to help copying .

Yesterday, there were four main classes in total, and homework was left for all of them, but Jiang Beiyu didn't write a word. When Ning Nanjia picked up a pen and flipped through a biology homework, he couldn't help but slightly raised his head and said something to him ,

"Young master, do you have any objections to the high school homework of the poor? Why don't you write a single word?"

Jiang Beiyu shook his head, pressed Ning Nanjia's exercise book with his injured hand, and then freed up one hand to copy, "No problem, but I don't know how to write."

Ning Nanjia put his head up and took a look in doubt. Originally, he wanted to see clearly that his fonts were easy to imitate, but after reading it, he suddenly discovered that being able to write Chinese characters with one stroke into four different ghostly symbols is also a very important task. Rare skill.

With a slight headache, he raised his long fingers and pinched the bridge of his nose. He said, "You better stay still. I'll copy it. No one has seen your handwriting anyway. Let's talk about it after this time."

Jiang Beiyu let out an "oh", and then propped his chin on his hands to look at the door, "Then I'll help you watch the wind."

Ning Nanjia was amused by his actions, and just as the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, Zou Zikang, who was sitting in the back row, said, "Hmph, brother Jia, you are biased, you have never helped me copy my homework, you changed gone."

[The author has something to say]: I received a message from a few friends who wanted me to update it. Now I will update one chapter. The weekend work has just ended. I will continue to update two chapters today when I wake up. I will strive for more updates. If you like it, remember to vote for it. Me, your tickets are my biggest motivation hahahahahahahahaha