My brother became a love brain

I need a good-looking, clean body, gentle and obedient beauty.

This is not a difficult task for me.

If it wasn't because of the tight time, I could even hunt by myself with my skin, but I don't have the patience to wait for the other party to come up with the medical report, so this kind of thing has to be handled by professionals.

The professionals acted quickly, and even sent a car to take me to the hotel.

The beauty has blond hair, beautiful pectoral muscles, slender thighs, and a very bright mind. At least during dinner, his flirtatious words even made me a little happy.

There was an episode during this period, Song Dongyang dialed my phone number with a new mobile phone number, and he asked me: "Where are you?"

"I don't have to tell you where I am."

I hung up on him, but he quickly sent me a WeChat message - "Someone saw you, are you dating?"

"Yes."

I bit my lower lip, unable to bear the desire to laugh, deleted the period and replaced it with a comma, and moved my fingers to add the second half of the sentence.

"Yeah, we're going to have sex in a while."

"No."

I knocked the edge of the phone on my forehead, shrugged my shoulders and smiled softly—how interesting, Song Dongyang probably maybe, but he still has more love for me?

My cell phone rang again, and the beauty asked intimately, "Shall we make another date?"

I threw the phone into the pool beside me, and through the glass, I could clearly see the phone stubbornly turned on, struggling meaninglessly.

However, it was still invaded by water a little bit, the light dimmed, and the bell stopped.

I randomly picked a rose from the vase, handed it to the beauty, and said, "Follow me."

The beauty caught the rose with her lips, and he had blue eyes, in which there was a friendship that seemed real and fake.

We entered the exclusive elevator, and he pinned roses on the buttons of his small suit, wrapped his arms around my shoulders and asked me for a kiss.

My eyes were blurred, and I saw countless roses decorating the corridors outside the classroom, and the students were wearing school uniforms, laughing and booing.

Who bought the roses?Who are these flowers for?

"Chi Rui—"

I heard Song Dongyang's voice, and I saw the beauty's blue eyes, but I knew that I was in the elevator, and it was just my hallucination.

I ended this boring kiss, "Ding--", the elevator reached the top floor, and the beauty's fingers inserted into the gap between my fingers, holding it weakly, as if interlocking fingers.

The soft carpet gives people an unreal illusion, the orange light falls, and there is a hint of sweetness in the air. The waiter pushes open the last door. There is a soft big bed, and there is even a thoughtful place beside the bed. Compatible size tool.

I have never slept with anyone, and at this moment, I even had the urge to run away.

I can't remember who the object of my sexual fantasy is, but I did think about how I would spend my first night, it should be with Song Dongyang.

Song, Dong, Yang.

I never wanted to be beautiful.

I just want to cut off the seemingly non-existent connection with him and snuff out the meaningless emotion that just sprouted. After receiving his call, I want to make him suffer, make him regret, and let him know clearly that I chose other people.

The beauty kissed my cheek, I clasped his shoulders, and easily pushed him onto the bed.

I tore off his clothes, the buttons rolled to the ground, making a ticking sound, the white and tender skin was smooth to the touch, the beauty noticed my strangeness, and he became more supple and more enthusiastic.

I fell into the confusion again, but this time the picture became very clear. The young Song Dongyang was wearing a white suit. He held a bright red rose and handed it to me. His face was stained with a thin blush. He said, "For you, Chi Rui."

This is a memory that is not in my memory, but at this moment, I remembered it.

Song Dongyang and I clearly had no ambiguity before our engagement, but these "forgotten" memories seemed real.

The corners of my mouth are slightly raised, cold and indifferent, even though my brain is full of "lost" memories, even though Song Dongyang and I were really close couples, but now, we have parted ways, I think Having sex with other people, I want to stop the entanglement between me and Song Dongyang.

I licked the beauty's chest, and countless mixed memories rushed into my brain, and the severe pain made my body even tremble.

I saw the bright red glow, Song Dongyang was sitting beside me, we were wrapped in a blanket, when the sun finally rose and the sun was shining on my face, I looked at Chaoyang, but he kissed my cheek.

I saw a small road in the country, and Song Dongyang and I were riding a bicycle together. He whispered to me, discussing what to eat at night and where to go tomorrow.

I saw the dim dance room, classical music pouring out from the disc player, I stretched out my hand to Song Dongyang, we embraced each other's waist, danced in circles, but got closer and closer until we were intimate .

I saw a beautiful cake with countless ribbons flying, and our friends were cheering. Song Dongyang and I held a knife together and began to divide the cake. I don't know how to hide, just laugh.

……

I finally remembered that a long time ago, Song Dongyang and I were a couple. We used to be so close and in love.

Who stole our memories?And why return these memories?

I turned my head and looked at the blonde beauty.

I realized that, somewhere, someone was preventing me from having sex with him.

What are they afraid of?Afraid of me dating other people?Afraid that I will forget Song Dongyang?Afraid I can't do what I'm supposed to do well?

I lowered my eyes and leaned over to kiss the beauty's lips. We exchanged saliva, and my hand kept going down, almost touching his buttocks/flesh.

I heard cold and mechanical words—

"The villain boss shifts the plot track."

In the next moment, the beauty under me disappeared, and everything in front of me turned into black and white pixel blocks, changing rapidly and reorganizing.

There was a small string of pixel blocks approaching my direction, but they seemed to shrink back quietly.

I stood there soberly, looking at the scene in front of me like a science fiction movie.

When everything stopped, I sat at the dining table, facing the blonde beauty, who reminded me with a smile: "Your phone is ringing."

I opened the phone and put it on my ear, Song Dongyang's voice traveled thousands of miles and rang in my ears.

He said, "Chi Rui, I love you."

"There are many things I want to tell you, but I can't," he said.

I turned my head and watched the dark night outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The memories of my childhood love were still washing my brain, and even the complex emotions of sour and sweet remained in my chest.

I heard myself say: "Song Dongyang, if a relationship makes you painful, I suggest you choose to give up."

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