paranoia

The moment he entered the room, Song Wanzhou's calf became weak after running vigorously, and he knelt down, barely using his hands to support the floor to keep his balance, and kept panting heavily.

He couldn't remember how he escaped the suffocating practice room.

The rapid heartbeat in the chest covered up the previous panic, Song Wanzhou subconsciously wanted to escape and find a reasonable explanation for his anxiety.

However, he couldn't lie to himself, let alone forget what Jiang Xinzhi said.

Jiang Xinzhi didn't force him to listen, and even gave him the key to leave early. However, Song Wanzhou's rationality was out of control, and his legs couldn't move half a step. Finally, he pretended to be calm after listening to what Jiang Xinzhi said. to leave.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the Song Jing described by Jiang Xinzhi is not the same as the Song Jing he knows.

Song Wanzhou, who was in a cold sweat, forced himself to calm down, his mind was in a mess, and he had temporary tinnitus. He couldn't help but think about who is the real Song Jing. He usually gets along with him, has a docile personality, and occasionally loses his temper. Is Song Jing the real one, or is he pretending to lie to himself.

He wondered if Song Jing really had unrealistic ideas about him.

He asks, if Song Kyung really likes him, what about him?Like it?

Song Wanzhou clutched his aching chest, unwilling to think about it. Once he thought deeply, the matter would develop to the point where he could not be saved. Even if Song Jing, who was in the ignorant period of youth, couldn't distinguish between dependence and liking for a while, at least he could still Play dumb and be dumbfounded, and guide well.

Before he could continue to sort out his mood, there was the sound of the doorknob being turned behind him. It was Song Jing who had finished the exam and returned.

Song Jing opened the door and came in. Seeing Song Wanzhou who was supposed to go home a long time ago, squatting in the porch without changing his shoes, he was a little puzzled, but he still smiled and asked lightly, "Didn't my brother leave school early? Why? You just came back, where did you go to play?"

Song Wanzhou quickly put away the panic on his face, untied his shoelaces, exhaled, and said casually, "Something happened, I'm late." After changing his shoes, he walked into the bedroom without looking back. .

He was afraid for no reason, afraid that Song Jing would suddenly break his ordinary life.

Song Wanzhou took off the schoolbag on his shoulder, the hand holding the shoulder strap trembled slightly, and the palm of his hand secreted a lot of sweat.The moment he heard Song Jing's voice, the blood flowed backwards, and the heart that had calmed down accelerated again.

Song Jing, who was ignored, frowned, followed behind, and stood at the door of the bedroom to observe Song Wanzhou, who spoke and behaved obviously unnaturally.

Maybe even Song Wanzhou himself didn't realize that his tone was much faster than usual, with a slight tremor at the end, and he couldn't hide his nervousness, obviously he was secretly hiding something from Song Jing.

Thinking of Jiang Xinzhi who didn't show up in the examination room at all, the corners of Song Jing's lips twitched, his eyes drooped, half concealing his inner anxiety.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" He tried to keep his tone normal, and asked patiently, "Did something happen?"

It was obviously just an ordinary word of concern, but Song Wanzhou stopped his hands for tidying up the desk, his heart was inexplicably entangled, and he licked his lips, worried that saying the wrong thing would irritate Song Jing.

However, Song Jing could see his every word and deed.

Song Jing tentatively asked, "Is the person you met Jiang Xinzhi?"

Song Wanzhou was stunned for a moment and remained silent, but his chest was aching because his heart was beating too fast.

Seeing his awkwardness, the tip of Song Jing's tongue wandered back and forth between his teeth, feeling annoyed. He should have guessed that Jiang Xinzhi was not a master of peace, so he walked behind Song Wanzhou calmly, pretending not to care. , Said flatly: "Jiang Xinzhi's words are quite outrageous. If he bullies his brother, I will help you clean him up and let him apologize." He licked his lower lip, which was in better shape, and stared at Song Wan Zhou carefully observed the subtle expression changes on his face.

Song Wanzhou frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips trembled, and he said in a low voice: "No." Obviously at this time, he just followed Song Jing's words and changed the subject at the right time, but Song Wanzhou's restless heart was clamoring, and he muttered for a while , shouted, "Xiaojing."

Song Jing stood up straight, "Huh?"

Song Wanzhou took a deep breath,

Still unable to ask, she raised the corner of her mouth and said softly, "What do you want for dinner?"

"It's all right."

When Song Jing asked to help out together, Song Wanzhou stopped him outside the door, "It's just cooking porridge, there is no need for two people. You go to the bedroom to pack your luggage, you can rest early at night, and you have to go home tomorrow." Eyes Blinking, obviously something is on his mind.

Song Wanzhou has clearly made up his mind to get along with each other as usual, and Song Jing can't see the clues, but when he thinks of the two of them staying alone in a narrow space, there will inevitably be verbal communication and physical contact, he is inexplicably nervous, worried about revealing tells.

Song Jing who was rejected didn't pack his luggage as Song Wanzhou wanted, and didn't even take half a step outside the kitchen door. His eyes followed Song Wanzhou's and teased half-jokingly, "Brother, it's a good thing you don't want to be an actor."

Song Wanzhou didn't dare to look back, and smiled forcedly, "Xiaojing is joking again."

While eating, Song Wanzhou lowered his head, was a little distracted, and unconsciously stirred the porridge in the bowl with chopsticks. Even when Song Jing mentioned the exam, he just nodded slightly and answered casually.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Song Jing held the bowl and chopsticks tightly, unable to hide the irritability and unhappiness in his eyes.

After packing up his luggage and going home to rest, Song Wanzhou's eyes were still erratic. The words he had spoken to him that night did not add up to five sentences. Finally, Song Jing couldn't bear it any longer and stuck the bedroom door that was about to close. Squeezed in and locked the door.

Song Wanzhou took half a step back, looked at the gloomy Song Jing, subconsciously bit his lower lip, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Jing pressed on step by step, trapped him in a corner, frowned, looked at the flustered Song Wanzhou with deep and burning eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Brother, should I ask you this sentence?" you?"

"Why are you so bewitched that you don't even dare to look at me?" His tone was clearly upset.

Song Wanzhou tilted his head slightly, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired, go to rest early."

How could Song Jing be able to evade it with one or two perfunctory sentences, "Brother, you are lying to me again."

Hearing Song Jing's downcast words, Song Wanzhou felt as if his heart had been pricked by a needle. It was clearly Jiang Xinzhi's unilateral description, but he didn't dare to ask Song Jing for verification.

Perhaps he knew subconsciously that there was only one answer.

Song Wanzhou didn't dare to look directly at Song Jing's feelings for him, let alone think about how he felt about Song Jing, so he could only pretend.

Pretending not to know, pretending not to understand, pretending not to see the turbulence in Song Jing's eyes, trying to maintain the superficial peace between the two of them.

"He told you?" Seeing that Song Wanzhou remained silent, Song Jing pointed it out directly.

Up to now, Song Wanzhou is still trying to turn around, "I didn't say anything, just chatted casually."

Now that Song Wanzhou already knew about it, he pretended to be ignorant, which deeply hurt Song Jing's heart. He clenched his fists and beat the wall, and said sullenly, "Brother, do you want to continue pretending?" ?”

Facing Song Jing's scrutinizing eyes, Song Wanzhou's eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and he said helplessly, "Xiao Jing, this is wrong."

You shouldn't like me as an older brother.

Song Wanzhou snorted coldly, held Song Wanzhou's wrist forcefully, not giving him a chance to escape, and dragged him to bed, "Isn't that right?" He pinched his chin, his eyes filled with anger, "Then what are you talking about?"

"You belong to me alone, and you can only belong to me." He ignored it and declared Song Wanzhou's ownership forcefully.

Song Wanzhou struggled to get up, his face was pale, the pain from his wrist made him clench his teeth so as not to cry out.

The more he struggled, the harder Song Jing tried to force Song Wanzhou to admit his exclusive rights.

"Xiaojing, let me go!" The voice was no longer calm, but sullen, accusing Song Jing of inappropriate behavior.

"open?"

Song Jing leaned forward, firmly pressed Song Wanzhou's limbs that were trying to resist, picked up his chin, leaned over and kissed the lips that he missed day and night, pried open the tight lips, and poked inside , plundering the breath in the mouth,

Share the disordered breath with him.

When he was awake, Song Wanzhou, who had no kissing experience, was in a daze, his eyes were dull, his pupils shrank sharply, and then he bit the aggressive tongue in his mouth, his face flushed, and he twisted his body in a panic.

The smell of blood instantly filled the mouths of the two of them.

Song Jing didn't care if the tip of his tongue was bitten, his frenzied body and mind were just shouting Song Wanzhou's name, he just wanted to do what he had practiced countless times in his dreams.

Song Wanzhou was his, and it could only be his.

Song Wanzhou, who regained his breath, coughed a few times out of breath, and shouted angrily: "Song Jing, are you crazy?!"

Looking at Song Wanzhou's wet eyes, Song Jing smiled smugly, and softened his attitude, "Brother, I'm not crazy."

"I'm your brother!" Song Wanzhou's gums were trembling.

"I know."

Song Jing and Song Wanzhou were facing each other, facing sideways to feel the beating of his heart in his chest, and rubbed his soft hair against his brother's sweaty neck from fright.

Song Wanzhou didn't dare to move, his face was hot, and even his earlobes were hot. He was afraid that he would stimulate Song Jing's sensitive nerves again and do something more extreme.

"Xiao Jing, you are too impulsive, let me go first, let's talk, okay?" He persuaded softly.

Song Wanzhou closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes with teardrops trembled slightly, his lips were still stained with Song Jing's blood, looking helpless and beautiful, Song Jing only felt a heat flow down his lower abdomen.

Feeling the scorching heat against his crotch, Song Wanzhou panicked and wanted to get up, but was pressed tightly, he could only put on a big brother's posture, "Xiaojing, you get up first, my brother won't give birth to you angry."

Song Jing didn't have extra hands to caress that blushing face, so he could only look at it obsessively, and then licked it passionately.

"Brother, are you going to be angry with me?" The aggrieved tone was mixed with threats.

Song Wanzhou could only persuade him with kind words, "Xiaojing, listen to brother."

The emptiness in his heart was slightly satisfied Song Jing raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, "Brother said, I'm listening."

"You are still young and can't distinguish between dependence and liking. You just depend on me, not like me."

"Does my brother like me?" Song Jing stared at Song Wanzhou closely, "My brother is not young, so I can tell the difference, so, does my brother like me?"

"We are brothers"

Song Jing chuckled, "Brother, you clearly know that we are not biological brothers."

What if not?There is more than a brotherhood between the two.

"Xiaojing" couldn't persuade him, Song Wanzhou's voice was full of helplessness.

"Brother" Song Wanzhou's chest was soaked by Song Jing's tears, and his voice was sad, "Say you like me, okay? Please."

No matter what Song Wanzhou said, Song Jing just said, please.

What do you ask him for?

Ask him to abandon worldly prejudices?Or do you want him to have no conscience to feel ashamed of the Song family who raised him?

Song Wanzhou gave up resistance directly, "Xiaojing, I beg you too, please let me go."

Song Jing's naked love is just a constraint for him, and he has no choice but to escape.

"Brother, but you obviously like me too?" Song Jing cried out, "Didn't you teach me that as long as I can take responsibility, I can speak out bravely?"

Song Wanzhou's limbs were weak and his eyes were sad, "Xiaojing, have you thought about the consequences?"

Song Jing knew what Song Wanzhou was thinking about, "Brother, let's sneak in, okay?" There was a cry in his words.

Talking to Song Jing at this time is like playing the piano to a cow, he can't listen to anything, and he tries his best to hear the word "like" from Song Wanzhou's mouth.

He just wanted Song Wanzhou to admit his heart.

But Song Wanzhou just wanted to be free from his oppression, closed his eyes, and said resignedly, "I like it."

Although his voice was so subtle that it was imperceptible, Song Jing, who was listening with bated breath, caught it. Surprised on his face, he threw himself into his arms and said excitedly, "Brother, I really like you!"

No matter how ugly Song Wanzhou's face was, Song Jing kept kissing him like a child whose wish had been fulfilled.

"Brother, will you stay with me for the rest of your life?"

Song Wanzhou's heart was ashamed, morality and ethics repeatedly tormented his nerves, and his voice was like a mosquito, "Okay!"