My brother became a playboy

Whether Zhao Xingxing is willing or not has nothing to do with me.

I went abroad with him to find happiness, not trouble, and now it seems that there are too many troubles.

So I lay in his arms for a while, then said calmly, "Let me change to another hotel."

Zhao Xing didn't speak, he just stroked my hair, after a while, he said: "Okay, let the psychiatrist come to you tomorrow."

"You can also see a doctor." I said this sincerely, not mocking him. "Sex addiction is also a disease that can be cured."

"If you sleep with me every day, I won't be addicted anymore." Zhao Xing talked close to my ear, talking as he spoke, he even bit my earlobe, it didn't bleed, but it still hurt.

I didn't bother to hide or even stare at him, I just said, "Take care of yourself."

Zhao Xing was silent for a while, then said: "I would rather you hit me, or have a fight with me."

"...What kind of small talk plot are you talking about? Have you watched too many TV dramas recently?" I almost burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, everything will be back to normal."

normal?

Which one is normal?

If you ask me, Zhao Xing and I are still together, which is already the biggest abnormality.

But I didn't say that, I didn't want to quarrel with Zhao Xing again.

When I quarrel with others, I am happy when I win the quarrel, but when I quarrel with Zhao Xing, if I win the quarrel, I am not very happy.

Zhao Xing personally helped me pack the suitcase. I lay on the sofa drinking iced Coke, and I could see Zhao Xing's upturned buttocks when I looked up.

He was far away from me at first, but when I looked up again after taking a few sips, he was much closer to me.

I scolded him "Sao*" in my heart, but I still lifted my foot and kicked his buttocks.

He half-kneeled on the ground, and his knees hit the carpet with a muffled sound. He reached out to close the top cover of the suitcase, fiddled with the code dial with his fingers, and set a code that we are familiar with—it just happened that we rolled into bed that day.

I couldn't help kicking him again and said, "You really should see a doctor."

He gave a low laugh and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

--

We had a ridiculous night.

Zhao Xing helped me light an afterthought cigarette, and he said, "You are really a little different today."

Without giving any face, I said, "You are still the same."

"Bland? Can't compare to your promise?"

"You finally remembered his name."

"I remembered many names, but in the end you abandoned them all."

"Now it is your turn."

When I said this, Zhao Xing didn't show any signs of anger, he let me play with his chest, and even moved a little closer to make it easier for me to play.

It's a pity that I will no longer have the illusion that we can live in harmony.

"There will be Juventus' home game the day after tomorrow, will you watch it?" Zhao Xing brought up a new topic.

"Should be." I like football very much. When I was young, I participated in legal gambling for a period of time. Because I was good at analysis and calculation, I won more times than I lost.

"There are still a lot of familiar faces in it."

"Italian football stars always get older and more enchanting."

"I'm with you?"

"not busy?"

"not busy."

"Then together."

I know Zhao Xing is lying, he is busy with work and coaxing his new lover, but going to the football game alone is always a meaningless thing, Zhao Xing wants to come, I have no reason to refuse.

We agreed on this matter, I yawned and was about to go to sleep when I heard Zhao Xing say: "We won't get a divorce anymore, each of us will break up with someone outside, okay?"

Without even a second of hesitation, I replied directly: "What are you talking about in your sleep."

Zhao Xing stopped talking, and I could hear his slightly thickened breathing with my eyes closed, but it didn't affect my sleep. I turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

--

I changed the hotel smoothly. The new hotel was very close to the Juventus stadium. After lunch, I went directly to the stadium to visit.

On the way to play, I received a promised video connection request. I found a place in the stands and pressed the connect button.

The first question Xu Nuo asked me was: "Where are you?"

"On the stands of the stadium." I looked at him on the screen and found that his background was a beautiful painting. "Are you visiting an art exhibition?"

"Well, it's not bad here," Xu Nuo held up his phone and let me look around at the paintings around him, "I'm here to find inspiration for a new novel."

"I never asked you, what type of novels are you good at writing?"

"Love novel," Xu Nuo reappeared in the camera, "I have drawn a lot from you."

"Then do your readers like me?" I wasn't very surprised. I promised that sometimes when I was typing, I would sneak a glance at me while writing.

"A character is a character, and you are you. What readers like is a character without flaws, and there is no way to confuse it."

"So that's how it is," I was actually chatting without much thought, but it was enough to deal with the promise, I asked naturally, "Do you like me?"

Xu Nuo laughed, and there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes, he said, "I love you."

"I like your words." I gave a compliment, but was stingy to give any loving response, "If I marry you, will you agree?"

"It's a perfunctory proposal," Xu Nuo pursed his lips, but his brows and eyes were full of joy. Just when I thought he would agree, I heard him say, "I really want to agree, but you won't be happy."

"Cui Minglang, you just treat me as a favorite toy, you don't love me."

"Marry someone you don't love, and you won't be happy."

"And I love you, and I want you to be happy."