My brother became a playboy

"He did come to me." Zhao Xing gave the answer without hesitation for a second.

I was not surprised, and then asked him: "What are you talking about?"

"That's another question." Zhao Xing leaned over and kissed my cheek, "Can I see your gift?"

He kissed me so hard that my heart melted, but I still replied calmly: "No."

Zhao Xing sat up straight, folded his hands, and said with a smile, "I asked Lu Hua to do something for me."

"what's up?"

"Dean Li's son is doing gold plating abroad, and the results are very good. Lu Hua and him are colleagues."

Zhao Xing made it so clear, it was hard for me to pretend not to understand, I was silent for a while, and said: "The crime is not as good as your children."

"It's rare for you to soften your heart." Zhao Xing was a little surprised.

"When people live relatively happily, they will always become more tolerant," I paused, and then said, "Besides, there are debts to blame, and what Dean Li does must be counted on Dean Li's head." Come on, I know it."

"I thought you would miss the friendship between teachers and students."

"He doesn't treat me as a student, so why should I care about the friendship between teachers and students?" I didn't want to discuss further on this topic, "The time has not yet come."

"opportunity?"

"Wait a minute."

"it is good."

Zhao Xing agreed quickly, and I was also relieved. I dug out the tightly packed gift box from my pocket and handed it to him.

"A present for you?"

"Should I take it apart now?"

"Take it apart, it's not an expensive thing."

Zhao Xing opened the package and found a small hand cream. The brand is very old, and it is not expensive for us.

He opened the lid, squeezed out a lump and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, then separated his hands, put it on my cheek, rubbed it, and said, "It's rare that you remember."

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I have a good memory, and I can't forget the memory of Zhao Xing.

On the day Zhao Xing and I eloped, he left in a hurry, and didn't bring his favorite hand cream.

Later we finally had some money. I bought him his favorite hand cream, but he used most of it on my face. His slightly rough fingers slid across my cheeks and said, "Cui Minglang, you His face was dry."

I held his wrist and looked at him without saying a word. After a few seconds, I rolled into a ball tacitly.

Later, we were reluctant to buy even hand cream.

That tube of shared hand cream has become a limited memory in a certain sense, carrying the years when we love each other the most.

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After many years, I happened to think of this hand cream and bought it as a gift for my reunited lover.

And my lover Zhao Xing, he still remembers the story it carries, he still remembers to spread it on his palm and apply it on my face.

My face was pressed against his broad and soft palm, the past and the reality were intertwined, and I was in a trance for a while.

"You don't remember." I said softly.

Zhao Xing held my face, looked at it again and again, and said, "I just fell in love with you."

"Me too."

"You're really good at flirting."

"It's not as good as you can talk about love."

"Every word of love I said is true."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

Zhao Xing answered decisively, and I couldn't help reaching out to cover his cheek, and said, "Every time I see you recently, I'm always full of joy, as if I never get tired of seeing you."

"Then like me more and hate me less." Zhao Xing let go of my cheeks and put his arms around my waist, "It's only natural that we love each other."

I wanted to laugh at him for being nasty, to ridicule him for his gentleness, but the words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them--I didn't even want to spoil such a tender scene now.

Zhao Xing and I have known each other for more than 30 years. We have been on and off, and we never imagined that one day, we would revisit our passionate love.

Yes, we probably, could, could, are in love.

I leaned over and kissed Zhao Xing's lips.

Zhao Xing's hands supported my waist at the beginning, but soon became irregular. His hands touched indescribable places everywhere, but when I showed a strong meaning, he became extraordinarily soft and gentle. docile.

We rolled on the sofa, and the battlefield spread to the living room carpet for most of the night.

When everything stopped, I closed my eyes and prepared to rest. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I heard Zhao Xing call my name softly: "Cui Minglang."

——It's not like trying to wake me up, but rather like checking to see if I'm asleep.

I have always been good at pretending to be asleep, and I am also looking forward to what Zhao Xing will do after confirming that I am asleep.

I waited for about 10 minutes for a warm kiss on the forehead and an imperceptible murmur.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Xing gently said to me who was "asleep", "I love you so much."

--I love you so much.

--Me too.

I didn't want to embarrass Zhao Xing, pretending to be sleeping was a bit hard, my heart was beating uncontrollably, as if I was back in my youth, I was carrying a tall stack of books, and it was very difficult to cross the corridor, with Suddenly loosened, the books in front of my eyes also "disappeared". Zhao Xing held more than half of the books that were originally pressed on my hands. His face was covered with thin beads of sweat, but he spoke in a rough voice. He said : "Why don't you call me to move the books here? Can you move the books by yourself?"

My eyes moved from the sweat on his cheeks to his slightly pale lips, the restless desire and rapid heartbeat made me unable to deceive myself any more.

I'm in love with my brother.

But this relationship should not exist.

Sensibility should always be controlled by reason. I am a smart person, and I should choose a path that maximizes our interests together.

I lowered my eyelids and said coldly, "If you can't move it, just ask a classmate to help you. There's no need for you to come here."

Zhao Xing stared at me "viciously", blew up a few breaths, barely suppressed his anger, and finally said sternly: "I was really busy, so I came to look for you, next time it won't be so good thing."

Zhao Xing held the book, turned his head and strode forward, and I followed behind him, seeing his shadow being illuminated by the sun for a long time, I quietly took big steps and stepped on his shadow, the next moment, He restrained himself and slowed down his steps.

Sweet and painful, resisting and expecting.

As a teenager, I seemed to be invincible, but also full of flaws.

I have had a crush on my lover passionately, madly, repressively, and with restraint.

My lover didn't know anything about it, but he hit my indifferent mask again and again, and confessed to me passionately again and again.

Every time I reject him and turn around and walk through the long corridor, I always think, this time, he should give up.

——He should give up his open love, so that I can give up my secret love.

——We should not choose a path that is not beneficial to each other, and we should not embark on a path that may hurt each other.

——Isn’t it good to be a brother, but a lover?

But when I really thought that he would give up his confession, I would feel slight fear and hesitation again, and I knew that the real me was still longing for his approach.

Longing for him, he asked me loudly: "Cui Minglang, do you like me?"

Yes, Zhao Xingxing.

I really like you.