My brother became a playboy

Zhao Xing's business is so busy this year that he drove into the house and started working non-stop.

I wore earphones to watch videos beside him. At first, I watched serious movies, but later, I watched pornographic movies—to be honest, there are no such movies in it. I really miss it. read.

The quality of pornography is also uneven. Most of them are not interesting, and a few are interesting. The protagonist's appearance is not good enough, and his body is not good enough.

I watched the porn for a while, and felt that I might as well have sex with Zhao Xing, but since Chinese New Year is coming, Zhao Xing is busy making money, so it's better not to bother him.

I closed the window, took off the earphones, and heard Zhao Xing ask me: "What are you looking at?"

"Love action film."

I replied to him very naturally, and he also smiled very naturally, and then said, "I'll watch it with you when I finish my work."

What he said touched my heart. I picked up my mobile phone and ordered him a takeaway soup. I specially chose his favorite beef soup with yam, red dates and wolfberry.

The takeaway price on New Year’s Eve is very high, but the delivery efficiency is also very fast. Not long after, I returned to the study with the beef soup. Zhao Xing looked up at me and said, "I thought you would try to make it yourself. .”

I put the beef soup on his table and said, "I haven't made it for a long time, I forgot, and I remember that I don't cook very well."

"Your soup is not bad," Zhao Xing said while opening the takeaway box, and began to sip the soup, "At least it's not salty or bland."

I smirked, not wanting to discuss the topic with him.

Zhao Xing took a few sips of soup and asked me, "Did you buy yourself a bowl?"

"Drinking at night will make you fat," I said honestly, "I still cherish my muscles."

Zhao Xing was silent for a while, holding the soup bowl with both hands, drinking more happily.

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I was lying on the sofa playing with my mobile phone, Zhao Xing urged me to go back to sleep several times, but I didn't listen to him, and then fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, I was already on the bed, my clothes were stripped off, and the quilt was tightly covered. I touched the side of the bed, but Zhao Xing was not there.

I yawned and was about to go back to sleep when I suddenly realized that Zhao Xing had a chance to get my key, and it was in my trouser pocket.

I turned on the bedside lamp, and found that the clothes on my body were not in the room—Zhao Xing might have thrown them into the trash can, so that the key would be easier to find.

If he opens the lock I gave him—which, of course, is no big deal, since I promised him by day that I would unlock it by night—but I will be very sad.

I got out of bed and took a nightgown to wrap around my body. The floor heating in the room was enough for me to walk into the study barefoot.

Zhao Xing was still typing on the keyboard. When he heard the sound, he looked at me, frowned first, and asked, "Why don't you wear slippers?"

"It's not cold either."

As I said this, I lay back on the sofa and covered my feet with a blanket.

"Aren't you going back to sleep?" He asked knowingly.

"I'll stay with you," I said after a pause, deciding to open things up, "do you see that key?"

"Of course," Zhao Xing didn't panic at all, "I kind of wanted to unlock my lock, but when I thought of you getting angry, I gave up."

I said "Oh" and asked him, "Can I confirm it?"

Zhao Xing opened his thighs and said, "Of course."

I not only looked at it, but also touched it, and after confirming that the lock showed no sign of being opened, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Xing asked me with a good-tempered smile: "Can I continue working?"

I nodded and said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You can do some calculations for me." Zhao Xing was not polite, "I'll send it to you right away."

"Okay." I took out a laptop from the cabinet, received the file from Zhao Xing in the mail, and started to rush to work while nestling on the sofa.

The last time I dealt with the accounts of Zhao Xing's company was two years ago. Fortunately, I can still roughly remember what to do. Occasionally, there are things I don't quite understand.

I worked for two hours, Zhao Xing heard the sound of typing on the keyboard, and he said, "I've taken care of it here."

"I'm almost there too," I scrolled the mouse and keyboard, reconfirmed a few details, corrected the file, and sent it to Zhao Xing, "Take a look."

Zhao Xing received the document without looking at it, and sent it to his assistant together with his. After finishing this action, he stretched himself and said, "Do you want breakfast?"

"I want to eat, but I'll do it, don't do it," my eyes fell on the dark circles under his eyes, "Now, you can sleep."

"Happy New Year," he said with a smile.

"Happy New Year." I replied, but felt that words were not enough to express my mood at the moment, so I walked up to Zhao Xing's side barefoot and hugged his waist tightly.

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We had breakfast and lay on the bed together. I got my key from Zhao Xing and used it to unlock the lock on his body. After pinching my hand, Zhao Xing took a few deep breaths, held my wrist, and said in a very gentle tone, "Although I won't need it in the future, I don't want it to be really useless."

"I won't hurt your body," I let go of my hand, letting him hold me, "just to check."

Zhao Xing probably didn't believe it, but he didn't say anything. He just held my wrist and moved to another indescribable place. He said, "Play here."

I turned over and easily pressed on his body, I said, "Okay."

--

Zhao Xing fell asleep and woke up, woke up and slept again, and finally he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers. I became more and more energetic, and even wondered if I had unintentionally practiced some "gong method" of collecting yang and replenishing yang.

Since I came out, I have developed a great interest in Zhao Xing's body, but I can't tell whether it is because I have been abstinent for too long, or I have really become interested in Zhao Xing.

This question is still very important. If I feel bored with Zhao Xing's body again, the situation will be hell.

I opened a certain shopping software, searched for some indescribable keywords, and carefully judged whether artificial products can be used to solve my physiological problems.

Or, can I consider customizing a doll that looks like Zhao Xing?

I was amused by my own divergent thinking.