Straight male cannon fodder is attracted by the protagonist

Yu Zhiyi's home was in a very closed community, and the two entered the home.

It occupies a large area, and the decoration is very warm. There are all kinds of girly wind chimes in the corner, doll pillows, and the curtains are tightly drawn, making it airtight.

The whole room is filled with a depressing and warm atmosphere.

"You're quite a girl." Meng Chan casually picked up the dolls that fell on the ground, "There are so many dolls."

Yu Zhiyi blinked his eyelids slowly, and said softly, "It's not mine."

"Ok?"

"...It belongs to my sister." Yu Zhiyi turned on all the lights in the living room.

Meng Chan had never heard that he had an older sister, so he asked casually, "Really? She doesn't live here?"

Yu Zhiyi's expression was a little sad, his eyelids were deeply drawn down, and his voice was extremely soft, "She's dead."

Meng Chan heard something was wrong in his words, stopped asking, took off his coat, and changed the subject, "You hurt your hand, do you want me to help you take a bath?"

"No need." Without even thinking about it, Yu Zhiyi saw Meng Chan's questioning eyes and replied without changing his face, "I can do it myself."

Meng Chan looked at his bandaged right hand and his bruised left hand, doubting whether he could do it himself.

Yu Zhiyi saw what he was thinking, lowered his eyelids, and said shyly, "I'm shy."

Meng Chan: "..."

He said so, and Meng Chan followed him.

"Call me something."

Yu Zhiyi stood under the shower in silence, letting the water from the shower fall on him, he remained motionless, his bandage-wrapped hand was hanging down weakly, his whole body seemed stuck.

Every time Yu Zhiyi returned to this apartment, his emotions would stiffen uncontrollably, and there was a suffocating smell everywhere.

The sound of running water from the shower in his ear separated him from the outside world, and a muffled and oppressive black mist wrapped around him.

A strong sense of self-disgust surged in his heart, and all his emotions and rationality were slowly submerged, and his eyes were dark as usual.

Yu Zhiyi couldn't control this kind of messy emotions spreading in his heart, looking at the dense scars on his wrist, an unreasonable sense of self-disgust made him irritable.

gross.

"Yu Zhiyi."

The knock on the door brought Yu Zhiyi's bad thoughts back to reality, and Meng Chan's voice was indistinct from the guard, "Can you do it?"

Yu Zhiyi woke up from the divergent thinking, and realized that his brain had froze uncontrollably again. He covered his face with his hands and laughed at himself silently.

useless.

"I can, brother." Yu Zhiyi replied in a normal tone.

Yu Zhiyi came out wearing a bathrobe, his face was extremely fair after taking a shower, his lips were red and bright, his broken hair was wet, and his eyes were wrapped in the mist of just taking a shower.

Meng Chan couldn't help admiring it for a few seconds, and walked towards him, "Did your hand touch the water?"

Yu Zhiyi subconsciously hid his right hand back. When he realized what he had done and was about to say something to change the subject, Meng Chan grabbed his wrist and stretched it out in front of his eyes.

Yu Zhiyi's right hand was twisted, and there was a large piece of broken skin. It may have just been drenched in water, and Yu Zhiyi didn't bandage it properly, so the blood oozed out, and it looked a bit bloody.

Meng Chan looked up at him expressionlessly.

Yu Zhiyi pursed his lips and said nothing.

"What are you trying to do?" Meng Chan said to him coldly, dragged him onto the sofa, took out the medicine box and bandages, and applied the medicine for him.

Yu Zhiyi was in pain, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Meng Chan acted forcefully and warned him, "Don't move."

Yu Zhiyi obediently didn't move, just looked at Meng Chan quietly, his eyes were fascinated and joyful.

He enjoyed how Meng Chan cared about him.

Ah, if I had known earlier, I would have made the wound worse.

"I'll help you take a shower next time."

"But……"

"No but." Meng Chan made the decision for him simply and neatly, "Listen to me."

Yu Zhiyi: "Okay."

The two of them had been tossing around very late, and Meng Chan asked Yu Zhiyi to go to bed, but Yu Zhiyi insisted on Meng Chan to be with him.

"How grown up, I sleep alone." Meng Chan put a finger on Yu Zhiyi's head, "Be obedient."

Yu Zhiyi wrapped Meng Chan's hand that was resting on his head with his intact left hand, trying to communicate with him, "No, I'm going to sleep with you."

The two of them were standing together, and Yu Zhiyi was sitting. If Meng Chan hadn't kept a little distance from him, Yu Zhiyi would have hugged him immediately.

Meng Chan didn't like to sleep with people, let alone men. It was impossible for him to sleep in the same room as Yu Zhiyi, but in the same bed.

Yu Zhiyi saw that Meng Chan had a cold face and looked very unnegotiable, so he could only pretend to complain, "But my hand hurts, what if I press it at night, I will bleed, then I won't be able to sleep, if I can't sleep , I won’t have the energy to go to class tomorrow..."

He chattered a lot, his eyes drooping, feeling so wronged.

Meng Chan: "..."

Yu Zhiyi was so unwilling to give up when he failed to achieve his goal, he put his face on Meng Chan's palm, rubbed it affectionately, raised his beautiful eyes, and stared straight at him.

"Brother, just sleep with me for one night, I don't know what to do."

After speaking, the flattering one kissed him on the palm of his hand, and asked softly, "Can't you?"

The wet lips touched Meng Chan's palm, and there was a tingling sensation. Meng Chan was speechless, and quickly pulled his hand away.

Yu Zhiyi thought that he disliked him, so he had a dark expression, lowered his head and said nothing.

Meng Chan didn't know how to treat Yu Zhiyi, he was too clingy, maybe he was clingy in his previous life, but in this life he was clingy to him.

If you don't stick to him, you will get angry, just like a primary school student, he has never met anyone more difficult than Yu Zhiyi.

Meng Chan stared condescendingly at Yu Zhiyi's hair twirling. He drooped his head, his right hand was hanging weakly on the bed, and he didn't say a word. It was obvious that he was angry again.

Thinking that most of Yu Zhiyi's injuries were due to him, Meng Chan couldn't get angry with him.

Meng Chan touched his cheeks with the tip of his tongue, frowned, as if giving up, "Okay, don't make a bitter face."

He stroked Meng Chan's hair, "Sleeping with you."

What can two men sleep together, Meng Chan thought.

The two finally went to bed to rest. Yu Zhiyi and Meng Chan each built a quilt. This was Meng Chan's request, and he didn't like two people squeezed into one quilt.

There is no other reason, it is too hot.

Yu Zhiyi is really afraid of the cold. The winter in the south is cold and wet, and there is no heating, so he can only adjust the temperature of the air conditioner very high.

As a result, Meng Chan was dying of heat. He was born with body heat, and this temperature almost made him faint. Yu Zhiyi still wanted to sleep together, and Meng Chan almost kicked him off.

Ever since, Yu Zhiyi was unhappy again, sleeping alone in the corner with his back turned to him, sulking.

After so many times, Meng Chan actually got a little fun from it, and found Yu Zhiyi's angry appearance extremely interesting, like the cat he raised, who was wronged and huddled in a corner by himself, waiting for someone to coax him.

Meng Chan's thinking has a sense of a boyfriend admiring him as a young girlfriend. Although he has no love for Yu Zhiyi, he thinks he can't blame him for it. Yu Zhiyi is really too delicate. This didn't affect his sickness in the slightest.

He thought it was funny, and thought to himself: Forget it, coax him.

Meng Chan lifted his quilt and patted the bed, "Come here."

Yu Zhiyi didn't move.

Meng Chan said lazily, "I'll give you three seconds, don't—"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Zhiyi got into Meng Chan's quilt, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rubbed his head against his chest non-stop.

Yu Zhiyi's whole body was icy cold, as if it was not warm, which just eased the hotness on Meng Chan's body.

Meng Chan was not used to it all over, it was too weird and too close.

He kind of wanted to throw him away, but he just thought about it, he was afraid that Yu Zhiyi, the little hapless ghost, would do it again, so he wouldn't have to sleep tonight.

"Are you happy?" Meng Chan asked.

Yu Zhiyi didn't say a word, but hugged him tightly with both hands, and Meng Chan felt that his waist might be broken by this kid.

"Why are you always unhappy?"

It seemed to be raining outside the window, it was crackling on the window, the room lights were dim, Yu Zhiyi was afraid of the dark, so he had to turn on the night light when he slept.Meng Chan didn't feel sleepy, leaned against the head of the bed, and asked him calmly.

Yu Zhiyi huddled in Meng Chan's arms, like an insecure animal, and he didn't speak.

Meng Chan thought he might have fallen asleep, but Yu Zhiyi spoke the next second.

"Brother, what is happiness?" Yu Zhiyi said slowly, his voice a little tired.

"I don't know how to feel happy. Before I met you, I was unhappy every day."

"why you are not feeling happy."

"Because of pain, all kinds of pain, pain has no substance, hunger is also pain, loneliness is also pain, and being unable to sleep is also pain."

"Before I met you, everything in my eyes was pain."

Yu Zhiyi hugged him tightly and spoke in a low voice. He was a little sleepy, his reason was swallowed by tiredness, and he said what he thought of.In the quiet night, in the temperature that made people feel safe, Yu Zhiyi slowly shared his hidden bitterness to Meng Chan.

"Life is painful, brother, but I don't want to die, I want to live with you."

"I'm not unhappy." His eyelids were twitching, as if he was extremely sleepy. "When I'm with my brother, I'm always happy and happy."

Meng Chan frowned tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Do you love me very much?" Meng Chan asked abruptly.

"Yes, I love you immensely."

Even though Yu Zhiyi couldn't open his sleepy eyelids, he still insisted on answering.

"If I tell you to stop."

"I can't stop loving you."

Yu Zhiyi finally couldn't hold it anymore, and finally fell asleep after answering this sentence.

Meng Chan quietly looked at Yu Zhiyi who was hugging her. Under the dim light, Yu Zhiyi's beautiful face was quiet and beautiful.

Yu Zhiyi didn't seem to have had a good life before, Meng Chan thought.

They seem to be the same kind of people.

The rain outside the window stopped, Meng Chan glanced out the window, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

After a long time, Meng Chan asked quietly.

"what do you like about me?"

No one answered.

The question and the answer were drowned in the rainy night.

The author has something to say: Our little Yu is my brother's good brother, and we will always be a good and good kid in front of my brother. After all, my brother will spoil him.