My brother became a love brain

Song Dongyang rarely lied in front of me, so I chose to believe most of what he said.

But this matter was mixed with a bit of sci-fi and fantasy, so I had to ask the question I had asked countless times: "Song Dongyang, are you sure your body is fine?"

His answer was the same as always—"No problem."

The motorcade drove into the Song family's residential area, and Song Dongyang brought up the old matter again, saying, "Chi Rui, it's time for you to go back to school."

"I said, I asked for a month's leave."

"Twenty days have passed, and there are still ten days left. You can rest for a while after you get off the plane."

"Are you guilty of expecting me to leave so much?"

Song Dongyang shook his head, so he could only ask me: "Do you want to stay in the Song family?"

"of course."

"Stay in the guest room?"

"Sleeping with you."

The Song family is very big, Song Dongyang got out of the car and got into a wheelchair. I pushed his wheelchair and walked forward slowly.

"Chi Rui." He called me abruptly.

"Ok?"

"I don't feel like myself sometimes."

His words didn't surprise me at all, and even had a sense of expectation—he finally admitted it.

"Were you conscious at that time?"

"Yes," he said, not loud enough for me to hear, "I can feel what I'm doing, but I can't control myself."

"Since when?"

"a year ago."

I was about to continue asking, but a snowflake suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and my mind went blank.

"Chi Rui."

I was stunned for a few seconds before replying "Yeah".

"I……"

Song Dongyang struggled for a long time, but changed the subject.

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

"I will follow what you eat, you are the patient, you are the biggest."

Song Dongyang seemed very happy, he raised his hand, grabbed my arm, and let go again.

The dinner was very sumptuous. There were Song Dongyang's favorites and some of my favorites, but we didn't like any of them.

The servants took Song Dongyang to take a bath, I opened the social software, clicked a circle of likes, went to the shopping website I often go to, bought a bunch of the latest luxury goods, and when I paid, I swiped the vice that Song Dongyang gave me. Card, 30 knives, after shopping, I feel a lot better.

Song Dongyang took a shower and came out with his wheelchair. He sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to me. I threw the tablet and stretched out my hand to hug him onto the bed.

There was a faint scent of tea on his body, I sniffed it, and took off most of his nightgown.

Song Dongyang patted my head and said, "My leg is still hurting."

"I know it in my heart." I replied to him, but I still gnawed all over his neck and upper body, "After getting married, let me fuck?"

Song Dongyang's body stiffened for a moment, and I almost thought he was going to push me away. After a while, he hugged my waist and said, "Yes."

There is a little joy in my heart. The unhappiness I saw today when I saw the photo of him kissing his lover seems to have disappeared.

The next day was a cloudy and rainy day, and the family doctor came to give Song Dongyang an IV. I sat beside him, reading a philosophy book.

Song Dongyang asked me: "Spent 30 dollars yesterday?"

I turned a page and said, "I can't spend your money?"

"Yes," Song Dongyang said in a gentle voice, "I'll give you another card, you can buy whatever you want."

I raised my eyelids and said, "I'm not short of money, but if I don't spend your money, I don't know whose pocket it will fall into."

"You have a really big temper." But he seemed very happy, and touched my leg with his unpricked hand, which was warm and ambiguous.

I read the philosophy book for a while, put down the book, and asked Song Dongyang, "What do you want for lunch?"

"You want to do it yourself?" The tone was still determined.

"I haven't been in the kitchen for many days, and my knife skills have degraded."

"I like everything you do." He gave a standard answer.

I didn't expose him, I went straight to the kitchen, and from a row of aprons, I chose a black and white checkered one and tied it around my waist. There was a sound of scratching the floor, and turning his head, Song Dongyang really came.

"What are you doing here?" I asked knowingly.

He reservedly took a photo of me, then handed the phone to the servant behind him, and said, "I want to see how you cook."

I chopped up a bone with a knife and said back to him: "You might as well send a professional team to make a VLOG for me."

"Chi Rui, you are so beautiful, I can't bear to let other people appreciate your beauty."

"If you keep doing this, I'll think you're sick again." I chopped my bones, not wanting to exchange sweet words with him at all, "You just found out that I'm handsome and handsome. You've been watching it for so many years, and you've already gotten used to it." right?"

Song Dongyang might be choked by me, he was silent for a while, and said: "Can't it be that beauty is in the eye of the beholder?"

I chopped it into the bone and said, "Why not? Song Dongyang, do you want to say that you suddenly fell in love with me?"

"You are my fiancé, so I naturally like you." This answer was too calm and not exciting at all.

I also replied to him: "I love your stern face, firm abdominal muscles, slender thighs, and soft buttocks, and I love the way you stretch your body under my teasing."

Song Dongyang turned his eyes away, and said, "You dare to say it."

"I don't dare to say anything," I teased him while cooking, "For my serious fiancé, I can say whatever I want to say about dirty jokes."

Song Dongyang moved the wheelchair by himself and moved it to my side. I frowned at him and said, "Stay far away, what if the oil splashes and hurts you?"

He raised his hand, smoothed the folds of my apron, and said, "I'm going to the restaurant right away, and I'll wait for you there."

After he finished speaking, he pushed the wheelchair away, as if he had just approached me, just to adjust my apron.

I watched him leave, and started to pour ingredients into the pan, half of my mind was on cooking, and half on Song Dongyang. After all, his performance today was not normal.

I even had the illusion that Song Dongyang liked me and wanted to get close to me instinctively, so he came here specially to touch me.

Is Song Dongyang such a person?

I thought about all the details of the past when we got along, and I didn't think he was like this.

He treats me business-like, but I treat him flirtatiously. It stands to reason that if he likes me, the two of us should have rolled into a ball long ago.

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