I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

At 10:30 p.m., when Randall sent Song Ziyan home, the rain had stopped and everything was still.

Just like the atmosphere between the two of them at the moment.

It was so quiet for a short time.

Randall spoke first: "Then... Ziyan, you should go back and rest early."

Song Ziyan squeezed his fingers, nodded, and got out of the car.

Randall caught a glimpse of the box in the corner and called him: "Ziyan, clothes."

Song Ziyan turned back to take it again, but he couldn't hold it firmly, and the box was accidentally overturned.

All the clothes inside were poured out, and the top one was the women's underwear that Song Ziyan was wearing earlier.

Under the bright yellow light inside the car, one could clearly see that there was an abnormal dampness.

Randall tilted his head, and tightened his hands on the steering wheel.

Song Ziyan was awkward, quickly put on his clothes, and then whispered: "Brother, good night."

".Good night." Randall smiled at him.

Song Ziyan left with the box in his arms, wearing Randall's clothes, which were too big.

The rolled trousers slipped down.He bent over, rolled up again, revealing a snow-white ankle.

Randall watched in the car, his heart itching again.

Watching Song Ziyan enter the house, he leaned back on the seat, let it go for a minute or two, and started the accelerator.

Randall drove the car back to the Shen family mansion.

It rained in the middle of the night, and the roses of varieties such as Juliet and Nova that had been blooming in the yard for a long time dropped a few flowers.

It was late, and Randall didn't care about it. After taking a shower, he lay on the bed.

Tossing and turning, no sleepiness.

He simply got up, turned on the light on the porch, and found tools to deal with the fallen flowers.

By the way, carefully trim some branches.

After tossing and tossing, it was past twelve o'clock in the morning, and I felt drowsy, but after lying on the bed, it was gone again.

He forced himself to fall asleep, but when he closed his eyes, the scenes that happened in the studio came to his mind, lingering.

The fingertips seem to still retain the delicate and soft touch.

And, in his mouth. Randall suddenly felt a little bitter, turned on the desk lamp, sat up, and brought the cigarette case.

Light a cigarette.

This night, Randall didn't know when he fell asleep, but he was in a trance, as if he heard the incident before it started.

Outside the house, it was raining heavily, knocking on the windows.

That night, Randall had a dream.

In the dream, he experienced another half-moment love affair with his junior brother.

--Randall looked at Song Ziyan's beautiful eyes, the rain outside seemed to hit his heart, making him feel damp.

He turned away.It feels like, starting from the chin, the whole body is about to heat up.

Song Ziyan was also embarrassed, but he had to continue, saying his lines: "What are you afraid of, brother. Can't we?"

Randall didn't make a sound, his mind was in a mess, he had a lot to say, but he couldn't say a word.

Suddenly, his jaw felt cold, and one hand was held, dripping with heat and dripping with sweat.

Randall looked moved. It turned out that Ziyan was also nervous.

"Brother..." Song Ziyan said softly, with a begging tone, "We won't do anything else, just as we said before, can you make a portrait of me?"

As he said so, he let go of the leg hooked around his waist.

Randall's body and mind lightened, only the hand that was held was still hot, and the temperature was too high.

If he is not like this, then this temperature is his junior.

After a long while, Randall seemed to compromise: "Yes. You go to the sofa and sit down."

He didn't say anything else.At this time, Song Ziyan's thoughts couldn't be more obvious.

Song Ziyan agreed, but didn't move, but said: "You, you look at me first."

Randall didn't look at him.

"Brother, look at me."

Randall sighed and said earnestly: "...Ziyan."

"Brother, if you don't look at me, how can you draw this place?" Song Ziyan bit his lip, took Randall's hand, and placed it on his chest.

Randall's hand froze, he hesitated and looked up, and saw the position of his hand.

It was at this time that he saw Song Ziyan clearly.

Under the thin white gauze, two thin threads intersect, a white lace fabric not much thicker than a shirt.

A lot of cotton was filled in the place that was not visible to ordinary people, hiding his masculine features.

Randall's heart was ups and downs, just looking at it, forgot to take his hand away for a moment.

Song Ziyan's face turned red, he held his senior brother's hand tightly, and let his senior brother watch.

After a while, Song Ziyan whispered, "Besides, I'm a little hot... Brother, help me, take out the cotton, okay?"

"Ziyan..." Randall was dumbfounded, and turned his eyes away, "...you are obedient."

To be honest, if Song Ziyan had nothing to do with him, Randall didn't think he would refuse such a beauty repeatedly inviting him.But Song Ziyan is his younger brother.

As he said to his grandfather, he has no feelings for Ziyan in that regard.

He can't break the long-term friendship between their brothers and sisters just because he only cares about the momentary comfort.

There are many things that need to be weighed repeatedly before doing it.

Also, Ziyan never expressed his liking to him... Was it just for a moment's pleasure?

Probably.

So he can't.

Randall withdrew his hand, didn't look at it anymore, and repeated: "Be obedient." It seemed to be speaking to Song Ziyan, but also to himself.

Song Ziyan became quiet.

Randall thought he had listened, but couldn't describe how he felt in his heart for a while, and walked away, but Song Ziyan grabbed his hand again.

However, there was no next move for a long time, and Randall looked at Song Ziyan.

Song Ziyan looked uncomfortable, glanced at him, lowered his head, as if silently resisting: I don't want it.

Randall was at a loss for words. He tried to reason with Song Ziyan, but he still couldn't speak.

All kinds of reasons, such as failure to reason, what will happen to them.

There are many possibilities.

At this time, it is impossible for him to think about success.

After a stalemate for a short time, Randall sighed, that's all, just take some cotton.

Randall moved his hand, Song Ziyan thought he still had to leave, so he hastened.

Randall was helpless and funny, in a conniving tone: "...I'll get it for you."

Song Ziyan was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at him with pure eyes.

Randall sighed again, and touched his head with his free hand.

Such a beautiful person, even if his sexual orientation is a man, what kind of man would he not get?

Why bother.

Randall said: "Not on the right path." He came here to tease his brother.

But Randall had to admit that there was a secret pride in his heart.

Song Ziyan didn't know the twists and turns in his senior brother's heart, because this was not a good word, he looked a little embarrassed.

Randall didn't say anything more, just said: ".Hook up the clothes yourself."

Song Ziyan glanced at him, his face flushed slightly, he didn't hook it, but unbuttoned one by one.

Then, the palm of the hand supports the book case, which means that you can appreciate it and pick it up.

Randall ordered himself to focus on nothing else, and started to bring him cotton, just wanting to make a quick decision, and quickly took more than half of it, so that he could clearly see the scene under the lace.

Randall's Adam's apple rolled, as expected, his junior brother was also born so beautifully here.

Lighter pink, different from most men.Resembling a normal sized pearl.

Xu Shi had distracting thoughts, and when he was taking the last ball of cotton, his nails accidentally scratched it.

Song Ziyan trembled immediately.

"...Sorry, brother didn't do it on purpose." Randall explained.

Song Ziyan blushed, shook his head, and said softly, "It doesn't matter if it's intentional."

"." Randall continued to pick up the other side. He couldn't tell what kind of psychology he had, and he looked at the one with the light.

The cotton stretched out a place that Song Ziyan didn't have, and it looked a little empty.But for some reason, that place was like a winter plum, standing alone.

He remembered clearly that it wasn't like this before.

Is it his reason?

Realizing this, Randall's heart throbbed uncontrollably.

On the other side, there have never been such accidents, only occasionally encountered lightly.

Song Ziyan didn't speak, but the light redness on his chest gave him the best proof of his emotions.

The air seemed to have changed.

It was finally over, Randall seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, but listened to Song Ziyan's soft words.

"Brother, you, would you like to have a play?"

Randall paused, and put the last ball of cotton on the desk: "It's getting late, you go to the sofa and sit down."

Song Ziyan blushed: "But you haven't looked carefully, and you can't draw here, what should you do?"

Randall restrained himself and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I can draw it."

Brother Shuli also answered in the same way.

Song Ziyan blushed and whispered, "Look again..."

After he finished speaking, his hands trembled, and he pulled down the lace hem.In front of my senior brother, I played two or three times by myself.

Randall was stunned, and only realized that he turned his head after reading it.

At this time Song Ziyan jumped off the desk, turned his back to him, and said in a weak voice, "Brother, I'm not very convenient. Can you zip me up?"

Randall looked at it, and his heart trembled.

Ice and snow muscles, soft and slender waist.

His junior brother's waist is no more than the width of his palm.

"Brother." Randall came back to his senses and asked him, "Zip?"

Song Ziyan turned his hand back and pointed to him.

Randall saw it. It was an invisible zipper at the back of the skirt. Obviously Ziyan could do it himself, but he asked him to help.

But after doing so many things tonight, this one is not bad.

Randall stepped forward, but when he touched his hand, he paused suddenly.

zipper?What is Ziyan going to do again?

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Randall caught a glimpse of Song Ziyan's dazzlingly white back, and the bra strap in the middle was particularly abrupt.

He has never been in love, regardless of gender.I don't know, guess, generally this kind of clothes should be suits.

So, Ziyan's other underwear...

Randall didn't dare to think about it anymore, for a while, his mouth was a little dry after drinking a few cups of tea.

"Brother, are you ready?" Song Ziyan asked there.

"...Not yet." Randall focused, and slowly pulled down the zipper. When he saw a narrow edge, he was relieved.

Men's.

He didn't pull it all down, but when he pulled it down halfway, he said, "Okay."

Song Ziyan's ears were red, he touched the zipper, as if he was afraid that the skirt would fall off, he dragged him back to the sofa.

He is suddenly so good.

Feeling relieved, Randall went to clean up the cotton on the table, and when he was about to throw it away, he asked, "Ziyan, do you want any more cotton?"

Song Ziyan was ashamed: ".No more." He would not listen to Uncle Yanqing's words, keep everything.

Hearing this, Randall swept the cotton into the trash can, and when he looked up again, he saw Song Ziyan lying on the sofa, the pleated skirt that was originally waist-length was pulled down, barely stuck on the buttocks, showing a very beautiful curve.

Randall's heartbeat stopped suddenly, and he didn't take a closer look. The paper on the desk was crumpled and could no longer be used.

Randall took out a stack and recut a sheet.

Song Ziyan blushed when he heard the sound of paper cutting. He really couldn't take it anymore. Fortunately, the plot was about to end soon.

He couldn't help urging: "Brother, are you ready?"

"Right now," Randall spread out a foot of raw rice and pressed it down with a paperweight, "It's done."

Randall picked up the brush, dipped in the paint, and started painting, which took only a minute.

Song Ziyan, who was lying on the sofa, made another small move.

Song Ziyan pulled down the lace again, and asked him with a blushing face, "Brother, can you see clearly here?"

Randall stopped writing, and after a few seconds, he smiled and said, "I can see clearly. Ziyan, be good and don't move."

"Wait, how about, why don't I prepare." After speaking, Song Ziyan sat up.

He really wanted to end today's plot quickly, and he didn't care about being shy anymore. He lowered his head and played with himself again.

Randall continued to paint, meditating on self-control. He shouldn't have looked at it, but when he looked up after a few seconds, Song Ziyan was still playing.Shengsheng turned the pale pink into a thin red.

Randall stared, his eyes a little deep.

"It's all right. Brother, take a look." Song Ziyan didn't look up when he said this, but after he finished speaking, he found that Randall was really watching, and his face flushed with shame.

Randall smiled warmly and responded to him: "I see."

Song Ziyan was very ashamed, lowered his head, and after a while, continued to speak his lines: "...Brother, do you really not want to play?"

Randall changed a brush and said softly, "Ziyan, be obedient."

"Really? Brother, are you really such a gentleman?" Song Ziyan asked softly.In the book, he said this in a contemptuous tone.

Because the senior brother who has always been mild-tempered has become impatient with him, and the senior brother has never been like this.

In the book, he was also angry.

So, Song Ziyan didn't dare to look at Randall, his thick eyelashes trembled, and he put his fingers in his mouth.

Then, he painted the thin red area brightly.

"...Randall, did you see it?" Song Ziyan repeated the lines in the book in a low voice, "You don't feel so attractive?...Are you blind? Are you still a man? You are all blind!"

After saying the last word, Song Ziyan felt relieved, and still didn't dare to look at his senior brother, he didn't have that face.

Moreover, the room was suddenly so quiet that it made him uneasy.

He silently pulled up his skirt and was about to leave.

Suddenly, I heard a very light slapping sound of putting down the brush, and then the sound of footsteps.

He froze for a moment and raised his head.

Senior brother walked towards him without slowing down, his expression was unrecognizable, only his eyes were deep.

Song Ziyan was a little scared all of a sudden, and just wanted to say that I was joking.

Randall came up to him, looked at him for a moment, and then smiled softly.

Song Ziyan was even more frightened, and called weakly: "...Brother."

Randall smiled, pulled him to sit down, pushed hard, and Song Ziyan fell weightlessly on the sofa.

"Master, senior brother..." Song Ziyan panicked and remembered.

"Don't be afraid, let senior brother take a good look," Randall held him with one hand, looked at him like a work of art, and praised, "It's really tempting."

As he spoke, Randall stretched out his hand, felt it for himself, and sighed: "Why is it so soft."

Song Ziyan was stunned, and when he realized it, he was ashamed as if he was going to smoke.

He wanted to hide, but he had never seen his senior brother like this before. He felt that if he refused, he would lose his temper and something terrible would happen.

This is very different from the anger of my brother who is already aloof.

He has also read a lot of news. People who are usually gentle will suffer greatly if they lose their temper or anger the other party.

Song Ziyan didn't dare to move anymore, he only knew to weakly call Shige Shige.

Randall responded with a smile while playing, and did not forget to ask him if he felt anything.

Song Ziyan was afraid and ashamed, so he didn't speak.

Randall said with a smile: "Ziyan has always used this place to invite warmly. I think it can bring Ziyan great happiness here?"

Song Ziyan's neck was red. Seeing him like this, he was afraid, and said timidly, "No, no."

"No?" Randall thought for a while, and said in a pleasant voice, "It seems that the elder brother did not do well, not enough."

Song Ziyan only felt that when the light above his head dimmed, he saw Randall bowing his head.

Then, his senior brother sucked him like that.

At that moment, Song Ziyan clearly felt the temperature of his body rise rapidly.

So shy.

He pressed his brother's shoulder, trying to push him away.

Randall raised his eyes and glanced at him without any waves, and the next second, he laughed again.

He didn't dare to move for a while.

Randall smiled, stroking his hair as if to comfort him.

Song Ziyan didn't dare to say a word, so he blushed and let his senior brother play.