Straight male cannon fodder is attracted by the protagonist

After that night, Yu Zhiyi no longer entangled with his unbearable past, and the two met every day, as if nothing had happened before.

After Meng Chan was discharged from the hospital, he often went to Yu Zhiyi's house.The conversation that night was a turning point, breaking the distance between the two, and it was also the mirror through which Meng Chan saw his heart clearly.

He would be with Yu Zhiyi every day, probably because he knew his feelings for Yu Zhiyi, and his pampering towards Yu Zhiyi added another level.

Yu Zhiyi was also clinging to himself more than before, but Meng Chan noticed his hidden anxiety.

Several times in his sleep, he could always hear Yu Zhiyi calling his name, frowning tightly, looking at a loss.

At this time, Meng Chan could only hug him in his arms and pat him on the back comfortingly, and Yu Zhiyi slowly calmed down.

Meng Chan was very concerned about this matter, he didn't want Yu Zhiyi to have nightmares with a painful expression.

But whenever Meng Chan asked him, Yu Zhiyi just smiled sweetly and did not answer him.

Meng Chan didn't understand, but soon he knew.

Since he entered his senior year, he seldom went to school and spent most of his time in the company.

During a company party, he received a call from Yu Zhiyi.

"Brother, why haven't you come back?" Yu Zhiyi's clean and clear voice came, with a bit of grievance, "It's very late."

Meng Chan went to a corner with few people and said, "I'll be back very late, so you go to bed first."

"Where are you?" Yu Zhiyi heard the noise on the other end of the phone, and asked uneasily, "I want to pick you up."

Meng Chan looked at his phone, it was almost ten o'clock, Yu Zhiyi did a day's experiment today, Meng Chan wanted him to go to bed early.

"No, you go to bed early." He suppressed his voice, his voice was deep, "I'll be back soon, my dear."

When he was about to hang up the phone, Yu Zhiyi suddenly heard a female voice over there, "Mr. Meng, return your clothes to you."

Before he could ask, the phone was hung up.

Yu Zhiyi bit the tender flesh of his nails, and sat silently on the sofa, his mind was full of that female voice, was his brother's clothes on that woman's body?

what is their relationship.

Does brother still like women?

He thought nervously, but quickly vetoed himself.

no, I can not.

They have nothing to do with each other.

My brother likes me, this is what he said himself.

My brother never lied.

I want to trust him.

He gave himself a lot of psychological comfort, whether he was so comforted that he didn't know, anyway, he was thinking more and more, and the tender flesh on the edge of his nails was bitten by him.

After Meng Chan received Yu Zhiyi's call, his mind was no longer here.

"Mr. Meng, what are you thinking?" The company's financial director stepped forward and asked her. The director is a very elegant woman, and she is also the woman who just borrowed clothes from him.

Her clothes had just been poured on her body. Meng Chan was the closest to her at the time, and without thinking too much, she took off her suit jacket and told her to go to the bathroom to change it.

"It's nothing." Meng Chan's legs were crossed, his body was tall and straight, and his expression was indifferent. He was out of place here, alienated and indifferent.

"Missing your boyfriend?" The director sat beside him and teased him, "If you miss him so much, why don't you just go back."

No one in the company knew about Meng Chan's love history, only the director knew, probably because she was also gay, and when she first met Meng Chan and Yu Zhiyi, she knew about their relationship and kept it a secret for Meng Chan.

Meng Chan did have this idea, he was a little worried that Yu Zhiyi would have nightmares without him by his side, and he always felt pitiful to leave him alone at home.

Thinking of this, he couldn't stay any longer, stood up, and said softly, "Leave first, you can do whatever you want, I'll treat you."

Meng Chan is usually unsmiling, and his subordinates dare not joke with him. Hearing this, they just say politely, "Thank you, Mr. Meng."

It was raining heavily outside today, and Meng Chan waited for a while before reaching the gate of the community, but he saw a person with an umbrella standing outside the gate.

It's Yu Zhiyi.

"Why did you come outside?" Meng Chan frowned.

Yu Zhiyi obediently said, "Wait for brother."

Meng Chan was speechless, "Can't you see such a heavy rain?" As he spoke, he dragged people upstairs quickly.

It was raining too much outside, and Yu Zhiyi didn't know how long he had been waiting, his clothes and hair were wet, and he stared at Meng Chan with wet eyes.

Meng Chan was really convinced by him, took out the hair dryer, "Come here, let you dry your hair."

"Are you stupid?" Meng Chan said coldly, "We have to wait for the heavy rain outside."

Yu Zhiyi squinted comfortably, like a lazy cat, and smiled, "I want to wait for my brother, and I want to see you soon."

"It's not that we can't see each other, don't we see each other every day?"

Yu Zhiyi laughed, and his voice became weaker, "What if I can't see you?"

Meng Chan stopped blowing his hair. He turned off the hair dryer and put it aside, with a sullen face, "What do you mean?"

Yu Zhiyi blinked, but finally couldn't resist the uneasiness in his heart, and said slowly, "Brother, who is the woman on the other end of the phone? Did you lend her the clothes?"

He lowered his head, "Why are your clothes in her hands, brother, you..."

"Are you angry because of this?" Meng Chan interrupted him, "That's why you waited for me outside, isn't it?"

Yu Zhiyi didn't speak.

If you don't speak, you will acquiesce. Meng Chan sneered, "What are you thinking about? That person's clothes are wet, and I just lent them to her. And she likes women and has a girlfriend."

Yu Zhiyi didn't believe it, "Really?"

Meng Chan pinched his face angrily by his magical brain circuit, "What's the point of me lying to you? Also, what does that sentence mean, what do you mean you can't see it?"

Yu Zhiyi didn't speak like a mute, just hugged his waist, rubbed him affectionately, and said in a muffled voice:

"Because I was afraid that one day you would not want me. Brother you know, I...did a lot of wrong things before, but you never blamed me, and you kept me by your side..." He hugged helplessly Tightened Meng Chan's waist.

"I'm terrified because I'm not perfect. I'm just like high school, selfish and dark. No one likes me like this... But brother, you don't dislike me. I'm always afraid that you will hate me like this."

Meng Chan didn't answer, and Yu Zhiyi felt even more uneasy, clutching the clothes on Meng Chan's back so tightly that they were almost torn apart.

Meng Chao suddenly piled up the flesh on both sides of Yu Zhiyi's face, and said coldly, "Don't let me think about it."

"I won't hate you, you are very important to me." He may not be very good at putting such blunt and warm words on his lips, his eyebrows are slightly frowned, which is obviously a strange and unaccustomed, thin lips parted combine.

"Zhiyi, let's not talk about the past, don't remember it."

Meng Chan is naturally emotionally restrained, and he doesn't express his emotions in a big way. All his strong emotions are displayed in silent actions.

He has love in his heart, but he doesn't say love.

He will only spoil the person he likes to the sky, and convey his deep affection with obscure and reserved manners.

He didn't think verbal proof could explain anything, and the confession of eachother was just a sigh of relief. He had a lifetime to slowly prove his feelings.

But he forgot that Yu Zhiyi was a sensitive person, he was too easily disturbed, and panicked about it, he needed someone to say love to him again and again.

Meng Chan stroked his hair, "Maybe you think my decision is abrupt and makes you feel uneasy, it's my brother's fault."

Yu Zhiyi wanted to raise his head and say something, but Meng Chan pressed his head and said to himself, "I did annoy you a little before, but most of all I feel pity for you."

"Not everyone makes me feel pity. I'm not a Bodhisattva. I'm not that kind. Until now, the only one who can make me feel pity for a man is you. If I was willing, I would have left you long ago. You have always been Not my pastime."

Meng Chan raised Yu Zhiyi's chin, kissed his lips, and said hoarsely, "I don't like men, and I don't think about women. But I think, I like you."

Yu Zhiyi wanted to say something more, but Meng Chan simply blocked his mouth with a kiss.

He pinched Yu Zhiyi's cheek with both hands, kissed him fiercely and sharply, bit his tongue heavily with his teeth, completely ignoring Yu Zhiyi's helplessness, he kissed him over and over again, Yu Zhiyi was sobbed by his kiss, The corners of the eyes are red.

In the end, he no longer suppressed his desire, his eyes dimmed, and he kissed Meng Chan forcefully back. The two of them breathed heavily, and the heavy panting lingered in their ears, like an extremely ambiguous symphony.

The blood spread between the lips and teeth, the body fluid was passed on, and the hot desire was like a fire burning in every corner of the body, and the flames of desire were born in the organs and bones.

The two staggered back to the bedroom, kissing each other ecstatically, like two ambiguous snakes.

Meng Chan pressed the man under him, and while playing with Yu Zhiyi's overlong hair heavily, he kissed him almost roughly.

He was also almost consumed by desire.

Yu Zhiyi's cold and white face was flushed by his kiss, his peach blossom eyes were wet, and the ends of the eyes were dyed red, extremely sparkling, like peach blossoms in the mist, very attractive.

Meng Chan was fascinated by the bright face in front of him, and said hoarsely, "Zhiyi..."

Yu Zhiyi was a little out of breath, panting lowly, tempting Meng Chan, "Brother."

He suddenly turned over and kissed Meng Chan's lips so hard that Meng Chan felt that his teeth were about to be smashed.

"Brother...I want to have sex with you." Yu Zhiyi coquettishly softly, her voice covered with a sticky hoarseness, "I want to have you."

Meng Chan naturally knew what he meant, but it was a bit difficult to know what he meant.

Although he likes Yu Zhiyi, he is still not used to men and men. Last night because he took the medicine, he didn't remember much, but this time he was sober.

He had the desire to attack, but he didn't think much about passively accepting the desire of men.

He hesitated.

Yu Zhiyi's voice became softer, like a baby cat, "Brother...I really like you, like you, like you."

As if on purpose, he whimpered softly in his ear, hoarse and wanting.

Meng Chan was covered in goosebumps from his sticky and soft voice

Seeing that Yu Zhiyi was about to cry again, Meng Chan frowned, "Forget it, whatever you want."

It's not the first time anyway.

Yu Zhiyi was overjoyed, and took out the condoms and lubricating fluid from the cabinet.

Meng Chan: "...you are quite well prepared."

"Brother, I will make you comfortable." Yu Zhiyi kissed his sharp Adam's apple.

- Tear.

Meng Chan's shirt was violently torn by him.

"..."

Meng Chan didn't have any expectations for this kind of thing, it's all a lie, as long as he gets used to it, there is nothing he can't accept.

Soon, he couldn't think about anything.

Yu Zhiyi stopped suddenly, and Meng Chan frowned, not knowing what he was doing, and then one drop after another fell on his chest.

Yu Zhiyi cried.

Meng Chan was speechless.

"What's the matter with you?" Meng Chan endured the strange feeling, raised his body slightly, and stroked his face, "Why are you crying again?"

Yu Zhiyi burst into tears, her long eyelashes stuck together one by one, hanging down low, her face pressed against Meng Chan's palm, rubbed against her, and said in a weeping voice:

"Brother, thank you."

"I really love you."

"I know." Meng Chan stroked Yu Zhiyi's drenched hair, revealing his fair and beautiful facial features, "I know all about it."

I know you love me as much as I love you.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Meng Chan was sitting on the bed, smoking a cigarette with a calm expression on his face. He exhaled a puff of smoke ring, which made his face even deeper.

His muscular chest, abdominal muscles, and even his thighs are terrible, and there are few parts of his body that can be seen, all thanks to Yu Zhiyi.

Meng Chan lowered his eyes and glanced at Yu Zhiyi who was sleeping with his waist hugged.

It was quiet inside.

He couldn't sleep because he thought of his grandma.

The old lady has always wanted to see herself get married and have children, and she hoped that someone would love her enough. The old lady used to whisper in his ear, "My good grandson, I want to find a partner who loves you. Grandma only needs to think about how our children will be in the future." I look forward to being happy with the one I like every day."

Meng Chan is a bit regretful, because there is no grandma in this world, but the old lady is in the spirit of heaven. If she sees that he already has someone he likes, the old lady will be happy too.

He looked out the window and finally crushed the cigarette butt.

Yu Zhiyi was dreaming again.

It was still his sister in the dream, but this time she was not bloody and bloody. She was wearing her favorite white dress with a beautiful and elegant face.

"Zhiyi, how are you doing? Why are you always crying?"

Yu Zhimei in the dream smiled gently and stroked his hair, "Zhiyi, have you found someone who loves you? Does he love you very much too?"

Yu Zhiyi burst into tears, "Sister, I have someone I like and want to live on, will you blame me?"

"No, Zhiyi." Yu Zhimei's long hair fluttered, and she smiled softly and brightly, "My sister never blamed you, you are my younger brother, my sister will never blame you."

She hugged his younger brother gently, "My sister is very happy because of our lovely Zhiyi, you must be happy Zhiyi, otherwise my sister will be very sad."

"Then, have a good time with the person you like, my sister is gone." Yu Zhimei brushed her long hair by her ear, smiling like a spring breeze.

"Goodbye, Zhiyi."

Yu Zhiyi woke up from the dream, and Meng Chan patted him on the back, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Yu Zhiyi was stunned, and then said, "It's not a nightmare, it's a good dream."

"That's good." Meng Chan stroked his hair, "It's late, go to sleep."

"Ah."

Yu Zhiyi seemed to see Yu Zhimei in a white dress from the window. She was smiling, her eyes were bent into crescents, and her delicate face was very beautiful.

She waved her hand in Yu Zhiyi's direction.

As if saying goodbye.

Yu Zhiyi watched as Yu Zhimei's face became more and more blurred, and finally disappeared.

Goodbye, sister.

The author has something to say: Every time I write this kind of thing, I will be locked, am I too haughty?really drunk