The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"No." Su Yang pointed at Jian Yi and Bai Yu not far away, "I have to accompany Jian Yi to school to check something. Her dormitory is haunted. Otherwise...you can go with us to check it out?"

Su Xiang didn't say anything, but hugged him again, buried his head in the crook of his neck, and took a deep breath, as if he was smelling something precious. He hugged him very tightly, so hard that it hurt Su Yang a little.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Did something happen to you? The Corpse Refining Sect..."

"I'm fine." Su Xiang finally raised his head and looked at him straight in the eyes, "I just want to hug you and let you feel what it's like to have me by your side."

"Brother, be normal..." Su Yang's voice trembled a little, "Someone is watching us."

"What's wrong with looking?" Su Xiang chuckled, lowered his head and rubbed his neck with his nose, "You are my brother, I kiss my brother, it's only natural."

His lips touched Su Yang's collarbone and he bit it gently. The other party blushed and said, "No... this is different. This is on the street."

"I just like being in public," Su Xiang's fingers slowly slid down his back and gently pinched his waist, the possessiveness in his eyes almost overflowing, "I just want to stick to you today and take you away."

Su Yang was startled by his pinch. He realized that there was something wrong with Su Xiang's eyes today. They were staring at him like a wolf staring at its prey. Even when he smiled, there was a bit of madness in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

"But Jian Yi..." Su Yang scratched his head anxiously, "She is really in trouble. The school is haunted. If we don't go now, something might happen."

Seeing this, Jian Yi came over and said sympathetically, "Su Yang, since your brother wants to talk to you about something, you should go first. We can make an appointment at school another day."

"That won't work. I agreed to go with you." Su Yang looked apologetic.

"It's okay. It's been going on for several days. It won't take a while. Jian Yi smiled and said, "Just stay with your brother first. I'll call you if there's anything."

"Well, then I'm really leaving. Call me if you have anything." Su Yang always felt uneasy, but he didn't think much about it and followed Su Xiangwang in another direction.

"Brother, where are you taking me?" Su Yang felt awkward as Su Xiang hugged him.

When they reached an empty alley, Su Xiang suddenly pressed his shoulders, lowered his head and kissed him again. This time, it was not a light touch, but a bit aggressive, prying open his teeth with his tongue.

Su Yang shrank back as if he was burned, and put his hand on his chest: "Brother... don't, don't mess around here..."

Su Xiang chuckled, his breath mixed with the faint fishy smell sprayed on his neck. His hand slid down along his waistline, his fingertips hooked on the belt buckle of his jeans, and he pulled lightly.

The belt buckle popped open with a "click" sound, and Su Yang was so scared that his whole body froze and he tried to cover it with his hands in a panic.

"Brother! Are you crazy?! This is the entrance to the alley! What if someone passes by..."

"So what?" Su Xiang laughed softly, rubbing his hot earlobe with the tip of his nose, his breath lingering on his neck, "Just let them see clearly that you are mine."

"Even if it's yours, I can't..." Su Xiang bit his lips and the rest of Su Yang's words turned into tiny gasps. He could feel Su Xiang's hand reaching down along the loosened belt.

"Brother!" Su Yang pushed him away fiercely, took a half step back, his chest heaving violently, "What happened to you today? Did something happen to the Corpse Refining Sect? Or did you get into trouble again? Tell me!"

Su Xiang stood still, smiled mysteriously, took a step forward, embraced him again, and rested his chin on the top of his head, "Nothing happened, I just wanted to take a good look at you, the dress you are wearing today is really beautiful, even better than the last time."

"Ah? What a mess! When you left the house this morning, you complained that the clothes that Marquis Buye chose for me were ugly? Brother, have you gone crazy from refining corpses?"

There was a car horn at the entrance of the alley, someone was driving by. Su Yang shrank back in his arms in fear, lowering his voice: "Someone!"

Su Xiang's fingers shuttled through the hair on the back of his neck. "What are you afraid of? We haven't done anything shameful."

"You haven't done anything yet?!"

Su Xiang chuckled and reached out to ruffle his frizzy hair. "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. I really have something to talk to you about, not to mess around. I'll take you to a place, and you'll know when you get there."

"What's the matter? Can't we talk about it here?" Su Yang shrank back, not daring to go with him easily.

Su Xiang rested his forehead against his, and lowered his voice, like a layer of honey: "A surprise for you. I know you love collecting models the most. I found a limited edition star track model and put it over there. Would you like to take a look?"

Su Yang's eyes lit up: "Really?!"

Seeing his expression soften, Su Xiang struck while the iron was hot, took his hand and walked towards the alley: "Of course! I will definitely not let you down."

The two got into a black car, with thick film on the windows, so they couldn't see the road outside. Just as Su Yang was about to ask the driver where he was going, Su Xiang stuffed a peeled orange into his mouth. The sweet and sour juice spread on his tongue, but he couldn't suppress the panic in his heart.

"Brother, where are we going? Shouldn't the star track model be kept at home?"

Su Xiang leaned back in his chair and looked at him sideways. The paranoia in his eyes was mostly obscured by the shadow of the car window. He only smiled slightly: "I was afraid that you would take it down if I left it at home, so I found a place to keep it. Don't worry, it's not far. We'll be there in half an hour."

As he spoke, he put his arm around Su Yang's shoulders, pulled him into his arms, rested his chin on the top of his head, and breathed evenly as if he was really comforting him.

But Su Yang could feel his fingers gently caressing the back of his neck, with a secret, irresistible possessiveness.

The car was driving very steadily, and Su Yang was a little sleepy due to the shaking. Coupled with the expectation of the star track model in his heart, his consciousness gradually became blurred. When he suddenly woke up, the car had stopped and Su Xiang was pulling him towards a villa.

The villa was hidden in the woods halfway up the mountain. The outer wall was covered with crimson roses and the iron gate was intricately carved, like a medieval castle. When the door was opened, the sound of metal friction was particularly clear in the silent forest, startling the birds in the trees and making them fly up.

"Brother, where is this?" Su Yang struggled to get out of this place, and his steps stopped. He had never been to this place before, and it was not any of the properties in his family.

Su Xiang didn't stop, half dragging and half hugging him, pulling him in: "Don't worry about where it is, you will know when you go in."

Walking through the cobblestone courtyard and into the villa hall, the crystal chandelier was dazzling, and the Persian carpet on the ground was so thick that half of the sole of the foot could sink in. Su Yang's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. Just when he was about to ask "Where is the star track model", he was pulled up the spiral staircase by Su Xiang.

The corridor on the second floor was covered with thick cashmere carpets, which made no sound when stepped on. The door of the room at the end was made of a whole piece of ebony, inlaid with intricate patterns with silver threads, like some kind of ancient totem.

Su Xiang pushed open the door, and a rich fragrance came out, like a mixture of sandalwood and some unknown flower scent, sweet enough to be a bit greasy.

The room was incredibly large, with a large velvet bed in the middle and a huge oil painting hanging on the head of the bed. The boy in the painting had curved eyebrows and smiled like a little sun. It was clearly Su Yang.

"Whose room is this?"

Su Yang's voice trembled, and a chill ran up his spine. This place was too luxurious, as luxurious as an exquisite cage, especially that painting, which made him shiver all over.

Su Xiang didn't answer, but closed the door with his backhand. With a light "click", the moment the door was locked, Su Yang turned around abruptly.

The person in front of me was taking off his shirt slowly, unbuttoning the white shirt one by one, revealing his well-defined collarbone.

He raised his eyes to look at Su Yang, the smile on the corner of his mouth was indescribably weird, and the paranoia in his eyes was like a poisoned needle, piercing straight at him.

Su Yang finally reacted, and took three steps back in fear. He frantically assumed a fighting stance and asked coldly: "You are not my brother! Who are you?"

The man paused in taking off his shirt, tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly laughed softly, with a sinister chill in his laughter: "Finally realized it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black mist emerged from his body, covering his face. When the black mist dissipated, the person standing in front of Su Yang was not Su Xiang at all, but a face that deserved a beating, lips as red as blood, eyes raised, with an indescribable weirdness.

"Hook kiss?!"

Su Yang screamed, frightened out of his wits, "It's you?! You're pretending to be my brother?! You're crazy! You have no shame!"