My brother became a love brain

Adults have to restrain themselves even when they collapse. I know in my heart that I can't really get stiff with Song Dongyang.

It may be that the body activated the emergency mechanism spontaneously. I fell into a dizzy dream again and slept too deeply. When I woke up, it took some time to figure out where I was and what situation I was facing.

I sighed heavily, pressed my protesting stomach with my hand, found a pajamas and put it on, and opened the door of the room.

Song Dongyang was really outside the door. I don't know if he had been waiting outside the door, or if he learned that I woke up through some means and rushed over. Anyway, it doesn't make any difference to me.

I stared at him, looked at his exquisite and beautiful hair, looked at his calm eyebrows, paused on his slightly thin lips, squeezed out a business-like fake smile, and said, "Didn't you eat Chaoshan hot pot?"

Song Dongyang was stunned for a rare moment, and soon he showed an invisible smile, and said, "Then let's go."

Before eating Chaoshan hot pot, you have to scoop some soup with a spoon, mix it with a little minced celery or coriander, and drink a bowl, which is a bit of a ritual.

I taught Song Dongyang this point back then, and his memory is obviously very good, and he still remembers serving me a bowl of soup in a very gentlemanly manner.

I drank this bowl of soup with a spoon, knowing in my heart that if I wanted to coax him, I should serve him a bowl too, or at least say something polite, so as not to make the atmosphere so embarrassing.

But Song Dongyang is already equivalent to a rapist with me. I think he is really bored, and being able to sit and eat together is already considered the limit.

Song Dongyang's attitude was very natural. He cooked the meat with serving chopsticks and put it in my bowl, and recommended the sauce to me in a gentle voice.

I didn't answer him, lowered my eyes, ate the meat he gave me with chopsticks, and replied to him after eating: "Don't pick any more."

Song Dongyang said firmly: "You are angry."

"Yeah." There's nothing to deny, I just admit it.

Instead of asking me stupid things like why I'm angry, he asked me, "How can I make you happier?"

If you disappear before my eyes, I might be happier.

I thought so, but shook my head and said, "I don't want to say it."

"I'll take you to see the night sky." He replied with a sentence that looked like an idol drama.

"Isn't this place blocked by a virtual barrier? The daylight and night we see are just projections, right?"

Song Dongyang raised his hand, squeezed his earlobe, and said, "I'll take you to look outside the barrier."

I paused for a moment with my chopsticks, looked up at him, and asked, "Are you kidding me?"

With a relaxed expression, he said firmly, "We'll go and watch after you finish eating the hot pot."

I ate a few more bites of meat with the sauce, and couldn't help but persuade: "It's more troublesome, or risky, so let's not go."

"Aren't you angry?" His voice sounded like he was laughing.

I sneered and said, "It's impossible not to be angry, but I still don't want to die with you."

"Your heart is too soft." His posture was completely relaxed, and he leaned back on the chair, with an inexplicable light in his eyes, "I thought you would lose your temper for at least half a month."

I held my breath, unwilling to show weakness to him, and said, "You don't feel anything when you're raped. Of course, I don't feel anything when I'm a master. Anyway, it's just a one-night stand."

Song Dongyang let out an "oh" and started to unbutton the top of his jacket. He quickly undid three of them, revealing the dense hickey marks inside, and said in a serious tone: "Whenever you are free, sir, welcome to come again." .”

His coquettish behavior forced me to look away and said, "...you button up your clothes first."

Song Dongyang laughed unabashedly, and when he had had enough, he stretched out his hand again, stroked my hair very naturally, and said, "Don't hate me, okay?"

I almost said yes reflexively, but reason made me shut up, and I even turned my head to avoid his hand.

He sighed and said, "Chi Rui, you are always so nice."

Of course I knew I was a good man, so I didn't contradict his words.

We had enough to eat—at least I was full. Song Dongyang insisted on going out for a walk with me, but I didn't refuse him.

We entered the elevator room, but I didn't see the familiar unclothed elevator operator. Song Dongyang naturally pressed the elevator on the first floor.

I intertwined his eyes for a moment, I didn't ask anything, but he explained naturally: "I thought you didn't like it."

I can't say "I like it" against my will, but it doesn't mean that I think what Song Dongyang did is right.

I had to force myself to focus on the constantly changing floor indicator light. After a while, the number jumped from 2 to 1. I almost couldn't wait to step out of the door of the stairwell, but stopped in place , and did not move forward.

For no other reason, I heard a familiar yet unfamiliar sound—it was the ticking of rain, and I heard the sound of rain falling.

"Is it raining?" I asked blankly.

"It's raining." Song Dongyang's hand touched the back of my hand, and quickly retracted it.

"Aren't the day and night here all illusory?"

I asked the question in my heart, but I couldn't control my legs and walked quickly towards the door.It didn't take much time, I walked through the gate, stood under the steps, stretched out my hand, and the cold drops of water hit my palm.

"It's raining."

Song Dongyang's hand barely covered my palm, and the raindrops hit the back of his white and tender hand, blooming into subtle sprays.

I pursed my lips, trying to take back my hand, but his palm dropped suddenly and grabbed my hand.

"Chi Rui, do you want to get in the rain together?"

Time seemed to be reversed to a year ago, and it was also such a rainy day. Song Dongyang and I stood on the edge of the steps of the teaching building, and the next step was torrential rain.

I grabbed Song Dongyang's hand and turned my head to look: "Song Dongyang, do you want to get in the rain together?"

His answer was without hesitation - "Okay."

"Okay."

I gave exactly the same answer, clenched his hand behind my back, and rushed into the rain.At the beginning, there was some tugging force on my hand——Song Dongyang didn't seem to expect that I would agree so quickly, and took the lead again.

But soon, he followed my footsteps, no longer needed my pulling, but firmly held my hand tightly.

He was using too much force, and my fingers even hurt a little, but I didn't care about it.The rain was denser than I imagined, and the cold rain quickly drenched my clothes, and the raindrops began to flow down my hair, and my face was covered with water marks, like tears.

We ran aimlessly until I got tired and stopped.

When I turned my head and looked at Song Dongyang, I realized that he was extremely embarrassed at the moment. His delicate hair was stuck to his forehead, and his eyes were forced to half-close due to the heavy rain.

"Song Dongyang—"

I don't know why I call his name.

The next second, he pulled me into his arms, leaned down and gave me a fishy-sweet kiss.

I opened my eyes wide, and I already realized what the fishy-sweet liquid was. I tried to push him away, but I clearly saw a crystal tear welling up from the corner of his eye.

The rain was too heavy, and it quickly washed away the tears. I wanted to pretend not to see clearly, but one drop after another kept pouring out of his eyes—he was crying, and he was kissing me while crying .

The refusal turned into a half-push and a half-push, even the tip of my tongue no longer resisted, I swallowed the fishy-sweet liquid, and I knew what it was—it was his blood.

He ended the kiss contentedly, bright red blood winding down from the corner of his mouth.

He asked softly, "Is my blood good to drink?"

You are crazy.

I said silently in my heart.

"not bad."

I heard me answer him that way.

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