My brother became a love brain

After I said this, a red light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and the red line pointed to a door on the side of the corridor.

Is this what you call a hint?

I held my breath and walked quietly to the door, but there was no window on the door, and I got closer, but I didn't hear any movement.

The silver doorknob shone with a cold light unique to metal. I raised my hand to touch the doorknob, only to realize that the doorknob was also warm.

"Click."

The door of the room was easily pushed open by me, and the hot air rushed in. I closed my eyes subconsciously, only to realize that there was a screen in front of me. I said it was a screen, but it almost completely blocked the scenery behind the screen. The sound came from behind the screen, and I stood where I was, not moving forward.

The red light follows the shape, shooting straight towards the screen, like a silent threat.

I hesitated for a while, then raised my voice and asked, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered, but the small voice suddenly became louder, and I heard a human moan.The sound seemed painful and joyful, and I dug out the source of these similar sounds from the depths of my memory—A and G movies addicted to during adolescence.

Somebody, make//love behind a screen.

Realizing this, I was so embarrassed that I took a step back and wanted to get out of here.

But at this moment, very familiar footsteps came from behind me, "da, da, da", from far to near, it was Song Dongyang's footsteps.

I didn't look back, although the groans from behind the screen grew louder.I stood there, listening to the person behind me approaching me, he stopped, his hands wrapped around my waist, and he hugged me tightly from behind.

I wasn't very excited, or even joyful. On the contrary, my emotions were calm and stable, and I said, "You are hugging too tightly."

"You came."

Song Dongyang's voice sounded behind me, and there was a warm patch on the back of my neck—he kissed me.

"What are you doing?" I asked knowingly.

"Crossing the line." He gave me an unexpected answer and pressed against my body.

I was only wearing pajamas, and when he was close to my body, I realized something was wrong—he seemed to be naked, naked, and his hidden//secret parts fit behind me This is not normal.

"You're not wearing any clothes." I said lightly.

"Yeah." He licked the back of my neck like a little beast, "I don't need clothes."

"You are sexual/harassing/harassing." I didn't try to break free from him.

He let go of me and walked around in front of me, the fluorescent lights shone on him - he really wasn't wearing anything.

I heard him say, "Welcome back to your world."

"What is my world?" My brain flashed through the fantasy novels I read when I was a teenager. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really didn't want to think in this direction.

Song Dongyang laughed, with an inexplicable taste in his eyebrows and eyes, he insisted that he was a little coquettish.

"Want to watch the porn scene?" He seemed to be tempting me, but at the same time he seemed to be admonishing me.

"I don't want to." This is not forced. I have no interest in watching other people doing mechanical movements, but I can't help myself from occasionally stopping my gaze on Song Dongyang's body.

"Sorry," the smile on his face is elegant and charming, as if it has undergone the strictest adjustment, "I'm sorry, I want you to see this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen collapsed. I quickly closed my eyes, but I still couldn't help but see several white bodies intertwined together.

I was silent for a while, and asked, "Is this a funny show?"

"This is your island and your world," Song Dongyang hugged me, and said to me softly, "You are the master of this place and mine."

"This is ridiculous."

I pushed him away, and unexpectedly, it was easy.

I turned around, opened my eyes, opened the door and walked into the corridor again. The red light guided me to the way again, and the end of the light pointed to another room.

Instead of entering that room, I found a random room and pushed down on the doorknob.

"Click."

The door was still unlocked, I pushed the door open and met the trio who were doing human-mechanical movements.

"Sorry." I looked away, wanting to leave.

"Master, do you want to come and play together?" the boy caught in the middle said softly.

"I'm not your master, please don't joke with me." My fingertips were trembling slightly, and my three views of the whole person were shattered and reshaped in pain.

"The host is really cute."

I almost "escaped" from the room in a panic, only to find that all the doors on both sides of the corridor opened automatically, and moaning sounds came from each door, forming a seemingly endless chaotic movement.

The end of one side of the corridor is the wall, and the other side is the locked stairwell door. Panic locked my heart. I ran to the stairwell door and shook the door violently, trying to force the door open , Get out of this ghost place.

Just when I was trying to smash the glass with my fist, Song Dongyang appeared right behind me again, and he said lightly: "Do you want to leave this floor?"

I didn't answer his question, in fact, I was in the midst of remorse for having thrown myself into this dazed situation in search of him, and vaguely guessed that I wasn't in some perfect situation. Gu activities, but really came to a special realm.

"There's no need to resort to violence," he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes as seductive as memories, "This is your home, you can go wherever you want, do whatever you want..."

"That's ridiculous," I interrupted him, impatiently. "I mean, I'm clearly here to find you. What are you talking to me about? I'm the master. I belong here."

"Sorry," he passed me, reached out and pressed the doorknob, and the door opened strangely, "You can't get out."

I took a deep look at him, and I guess my expression was not good, and his face was even paler.

I looked at the floor I was on - 26th floor, and pressed the down button.

The indicator light started to jump, and the number dropped rapidly from 100. I waited for 2 minutes, and the elevator stopped on my floor. The door opened, and there was an elevator operator wearing only a bow tie. The elevator operator was a woman, and her face was still very young. .

I gasped, looked away, and couldn't resist taking off my shirt, trying to pass it to her.

But a pair of hands grabbed my clothes, the owner of the hands stood in front of me, frowned and said: "Give her the clothes, and she will go to your bed tonight."