My brother became a love brain

He stood in front of me, showing no sign of wanting to roll.

The cold air irritated my cheeks, forcing my anger back a little bit. I turned my face away and said, "You go."

But he whispered, "Didn't you want to know how to deal with Ma Feifei?"

He punctured my secret thoughts so easily, and I also asked him in a broken jar: "Will you tell me how to deal with your girlfriend?"

"we broke up."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

He coughed and said to me again: "Go up, it's cold down here."

I stared at him for a few seconds, trying not to see the slightest embarrassment on his face, turned around, and walked quickly towards the door of the unit.

There was another footstep behind me, it was the creaking sound of the soles of the shoes passing through the falling snow, the door of the unit was made of iron doorknob, I was not wearing gloves, and when I was about to open the door with my cuff pad, Song Dongyang’s hand had already stretched out Yes, his snow-white fingers turned red from the cold in an instant, but he still opened the door of the unit calmly, and the voice-activated light came on in response to the sound. I didn't say any more, and trotted into the corridor.

Song Dongyang still walked up with me calmly. My house is on the fifth floor. I ran very fast, but it seemed that I would never be able to avoid his footsteps.

I dug out the keys from the outside pocket of my schoolbag, during which the voice-activated lights went off once, Song Dongyang stomped before me, and my world lit up again.

I opened the anti-theft door with the key, opened the door again, put down my schoolbag and changed my shoes. After hesitating for a while, I still took a pair of half-new slippers from the shoe rack and threw them on the ground.

"The slippers are on the floor, you can change before you come in."

"Okay." His voice was calm and gentle, accompanied by the slight sound of the door closing again.

I threw my schoolbag on the sofa familiarly, turned around and took my slippers to the kitchen to boil water, and asked him out of politeness: "What do you want to eat?"

"Just cook me more of what you eat." His voice was a little muffled through the door.

"Then go take a shower first, and wear my dad's pajamas." It's not the first time Song Dongyang has stayed at my house, and I said this overly familiar sentence in passing, and it was only after I said it that I realized that it was ambiguous.

But before I could say something to make amends, Song Dongyang's voice came again, and he said, "Don't bother, I brought my pajamas."

He brought pajamas.

When did he bring pajamas? !

Did he plan to stay at my house tonight since he left the villa this morning?

I wanted to go out and question him for a moment, but his voice sounded again, and he said, "Chi Rui, I forgot how to adjust your shower."

I turned on the gas stove for boiling water and went out of the kitchen, just in time to see him standing at the door of the bathroom with only his underwear left.

The heater in the room is hot, and he won't be cold like this. I shouldn't have been embarrassed-if his body wasn't covered with the marks I left yesterday.

His skin was very fair, but at this moment it looked like a dye tray had been knocked over, with red, blue, and purple scattered all over, as if he had just been beaten.

I glanced at it and dared not look at it. I knew it shouldn't be, but I still had a strange emotion in my heart. Maybe I was too hard.

He turned sideways and let me into the bathroom. The space in my house is not very large, the shower is installed in the bathroom, and for the convenience of maintenance, there is no glass cover to separate it.

I pulled off the shower head, pointed it at the toilet, and began to adjust the water temperature from left to right. When I felt that it was almost done, I turned it a little bit in the hot direction, then handed the shower head to him, and said, "The water temperature is adjusted." All right, let's wash."

He took the shower head, but it was so bad, he twisted it towards me, and my sweater was wet in one fell swoop.

I instantly exploded and scolded him: "Song Dongyang, you are sick——"

But he knew his mistake and continued to spray water in my direction. I took a few steps back and he stopped spraying, but my sweater was also soaked, and even my hair and cheeks were covered with a lot of water.

He hung the nozzle on the shelf casually, approached me, and said without sincerity: "I'm sorry, you take off the sweater, I'll wash it for you later."

I kept silent, took off my sweater and threw it into the laundry tub, and there was another towel in front of me, Song Dongyang said, "Wipe off the water."

I took the towel and said firmly, "You did it on purpose."

"Yeah," he didn't even refute, and even took a step in my direction, with a smirk on his face that I was familiar with but also unfamiliar, and the ruffian raised his head mischievously, "Who told you to dress tightly?" , not showing any flesh."

We used to make such a fuss, so we don't feel angry now.I dried my hair and cheeks carefully with a towel, wrapped myself in the nightgown that hung behind the door, and felt awkward, so I simply took off my outer pants and cotton trousers, and I said, "Help me put them on." The outer pants are also washed by the way, don't wash the cotton pants, and, you wash it quickly, don't waste the hot water in my house."

"Okay, why don't you just take off your underwear." He suggested naturally.

My hands were all on the edge of my underwear, and suddenly I felt something was wrong, so I raised my head and glanced at him, just in time to find that he was staring at my calf, looking at me not like looking at a man, but like It's like looking at a pretty girl.

I said, "Don't look at me like that."

He turned his head away obediently, but his breasts are bulging, we are all men, how could I not know what's wrong with him.

"Are you gay?" I asked directly.

"I might be bisexual," he answered quite accurately.

He hung the nozzle on the top bracket and began to wash his body. Soon, the thin underwear was completely stuck to the skin, revealing the inner shape.

I stared at it for a while, and my mouth was a little dry, and then I remembered that I can go out, there is no need to stay here with him.

I turned around without saying a word, and as soon as I took a step with my slippers on, I heard Song Dongyang ask, "Chi Rui, do you want to fuck me?"

In fact, there is no rejection physically, but I always feel that if we get together again, some troubles will happen.

I was about to refuse, but I heard him say, "If you fuck me once, I can do one thing for you."

My IQ is not that low, so I wouldn’t think that he was using this as a condition to trade with me. Thinking of the divergent thinking that was forcibly interrupted by myself before, I was in a delicate mood. I asked him: “In this way, I can order you to do things, right? Is it?"

He didn't answer the question directly, but said: "Chi Rui, I won't let you suffer."

"let me think again."

I felt that I was a little confused by the steam in the room, so I unscrewed the door and went out directly.

I went back to the kitchen, boiled a pot of hot water, poured the hot water into the thermos, washed the vegetables, beat the eggs, and quickly made two bowls of vegetable and egg noodles.

When I brought the two bowls of noodles to the dining table, Song Dongyang also came out wrapped in a nightgown and slippers. With the roar of the washing machine, we finished the two bowls of noodles face to face.

Song Dongyang went to the kitchen to finish washing and tidying up. I looked at my watch and it was already eleven o'clock.

In fact, it's not too late, and I can still make a set of papers.

My brain is a bit messy, but it doesn't prevent me from going back to the room and turning on the eye protection lamp on the desk.I lowered my head, grabbed a pen from the pen holder, and started to do the questions.

But the paper was only half done, and Song Dongyang came to my bedroom.There are only two bedrooms in my house, one for my parents and one for me, both with double beds.

I don't have the time and energy to tidy up another room. Song Dongyang will either sleep on the sofa in the living room, on the floor, or on my bed.

Being in the same room with him, sitting on my bed and breathing, my mind was already in turmoil.

He sat for a while, then went out again, the sound seemed to be going to the living room, and soon, I heard the sound of pouring water.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that the tip of the pen had poked countless small dots on the snow-white roll.

"Da da da."

When he came back again, he put a glass of water on my right hand, and wrapped my slightly cool fingers with his warm hand.

He said, "Chi Rui, let's try."

I said, "Song Dongyang, I have no feelings for you."

"No need to feel anything, just relax like you did that night."

His kiss landed on the top of my hair and on the back of my neck.

I shuddered, "Wow--", I stood up, my fingers still clenched my pen tightly.

I said, "Song Dongyang, you are hurting me."

He stood behind me, and I heard the sound of a lighter being lit. He lit a cigarette and took a few silent puffs.

He said, "Chi Rui, I am saving you, and I am also saving me."