My brother became a playboy

Zhao Xing can be cured when he is sick, but I am not a doctor, and most of the time, there is nothing I can do.

Fortunately, he hasn't done anything out of the ordinary, so I can continue to tolerate it.

The car drove to the new house that Zhao Xing gave me. As soon as I entered the house, there was a big dog that looked like a chow chow, and it jumped on me enthusiastically.

I'm not afraid of large domestic dogs, but I can't say I like them. This dog is well-bred. When I stroke its fur, it will "snore, purr" a few times and circle around my legs.

Zhao Xing walked to the door to meet me with his slippers on, and said as he walked, "I'll send you a dog."

"Give it to someone else," I refused without hesitation, "I'm so busy here that I don't have time to walk the dog."

Zhao Xing continued to persuade me: "Usually find someone to help walk the dog and feed the dog, and you can just play after get off work."

"I don't know how long I'll live here. If I develop feelings for it, it's time to go on a hunger strike if I change the dog. It's better to send it away now."

"Then where are you going?" Zhao Xing had a commercial smile on his face, and I guess he had already started to scold his father in his heart.

"I haven't thought about it, I'll talk about it in spring." When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, I can wear my favorite thin coat and go wherever I want.

Zhao Xing took a deep look at me, turned around and said, "I just made supper, and you have a bite too."

My stomach is full of expensive ingredients, and I really don't have the idea of ​​stuffing any more food, so I just said honestly: "I just ate too much in the hotel, you can eat it yourself."

Zhao Xing turned his back to me, and I couldn't see his expression clearly, I could only hear him say calmly: "I put hot water in the bathtub on the second floor, do you want to take a bath?"

In fact, I don't want to take a bath, it's too much trouble, I can just take a shower, but since I entered the room, I have already rejected him twice, and if I refuse again, tonight's fight will definitely be noisy, Zhao Xing's condition It's getting worse, and I don't know what will happen.

So I didn't hesitate and said directly: "Okay."

The two-person jacuzzi on the second floor is huge. I lay down in it, and it took up less than a third of it. I randomly picked a bath ball and threw it in. Soon the water in it turned blood red.

I lay in the "bloody water" and emptied my mind until Zhao Xing opened the bathroom door. Seeing this scene, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I remember you don't like blood red."

I tapped the edge of the bathtub with my toe and said, "People's preferences will change."

Zhao Xing walked to my bathtub and asked me, "Do you mind being together?"

I glanced at his bulging lump, stood up directly from the bathtub, grabbed a towel to wrap around my upper body, and smirked back at him: "I don't mind if you use my bath water."

I wanted to pass him by, but after walking a few steps, I was hugged in his arms familiarly, his slightly pale lips pressed against my earlobe, and whispered softly: "The soaking time is too long." Short, continue?"

I raised my hand to support his waist, pinched the soft flesh of his waist and rotated 270 degrees. He let me pinch him without changing his face, and when I let go, he asked me with a smile: Again?"

I politely replied, "No need."

He also tactfully let go of me and let me leave the bathroom.

I dried myself off, blow-dried my hair, and found my skin care products with ease, a bit of an illusion as I twirled bottle after bottle.

I'm a bit like Zhao Xing's lover who spends money to pamper me. I spend his money and use his things casually. He takes good care of my appearance and my life, but he doesn't love me very much, and neither do I. Love him, we're just pure body trading.

The more I thought about it, the more I went astray, and I was already thinking about how much Zhao Xing had to pay me for a year.

When I regained my senses, I saw Zhao Xing's figure in the mirror. He was standing not far behind me, looking at me through the mirror. He had been standing there for an unknown how long.

I put the jar back to its original place, unscrewed the hand cream, and began to smear my fingers. Zhao Xing in the mirror was getting closer and closer, and finally walked to my side, wrapping around my waist.

He kissed my earlobe, stared straight at me in the mirror, and asked me: "Can I do it tonight?"

Rubbing my fingers, I replied casually: "If you wear women's clothes and black silk, I might be a little interested."

I have made similar suggestions before, Zhao Xing hesitated for a long time, but still refused - he is more or less machismo in his bones, it is not easy to let me use props, and it is really difficult for him to pretend to be a woman He jumps across the baseline.

I thought he would probably refuse, or at least hesitate for a while, but he nodded and said calmly, "Yes."

I gave him a "tsk" and passed him a step: "It's fine another day, I'm tired today too."

He rested his pillow on my shoulder, hugged my waist tightly, and said, "How are you today? Apart from these, you can make new requests."

I vaguely felt that something was wrong, but his posture was too low. I was coaxed and coaxed into the bedroom by him. When I really went to bed, I understood why he was so easy to talk.

——his addiction is back.

He's so energetic that he looks like he can fuck three or four people, but I'm more than enough to do him alone.

I once thought that he would be ruined, but the potential of the human body is unlimited. Our sheets were scratched by him, and his whole body was also in tatters. The next morning, he struggled to get up, Leaning on the head of the bed, the upper body is in a suit and leather shoes, and the lower body is naked, and has a remote meeting with the United States in English.

I was very sensible and went to other rooms to play my games without disturbing his work.

Zhao Xing held this meeting for a full three hours, and when it was over, he sent a message asking me where I was, and I replied, "Reading in the study."

I didn't have to wait long before Zhao Xing limped and appeared at the door of the study, looking like a patient who hadn't recovered from a serious illness.

With his right hand propped against the door frame, he said hoarsely, "What do you want for lunch?"

I glanced at him, then looked down at the idle book in my hand, and after a few seconds, I said, "You can choose whatever you want, I can do it."

"Eat roast duck, you love this."

Zhao Xing walked slowly to my desk, found a soft chair and sat down, picked up a book I put on the desk, casually flipped through a few pages, and asked, "Aren't you going to work today? "

"There's nothing wrong with the institute, so I won't go."

Zhao Xing's sense of presence around me was too high, and I couldn't concentrate on reading. The room was quiet for dozens of seconds, and Zhao Xing asked me again: "Have you seen the dog?"

"I unpacked the bag of dog food and added water." I turned a page of the book, but I didn't read a word, "You take it easy today and give it away tomorrow. No dogs."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhao Xing looked very talkative today, so he didn't talk too much. He sat quietly beside me for 10 minutes, propped up his upper body again, and limped away.