Are you there?brat

He is in the kitchen.

I trembled and wanted to put the quilt over my head, deceiving myself and others.

He seemed to have heard something, walked over lightly, stood beside my bed and shouted: "Brother."

I took a deep breath and lifted the quilt. He looked obedient again, a little timid.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

I forced a smile: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

He stretched out his hand and hugged me in his arms: "Do you like me?"

I hugged him subconsciously: "Who do you like?"

He rubbed my neck there: "Xiao Shou, as long as you like Xiao Shou."

I clenched my fists: "You, have you taken medicine?"

He didn't deny it, just looked at me: "I ate, a lot. Do you want to take a look?"

I was a little curious, he took out a medicine box from his bag, dangled it, and there was everything in it, all kinds of colorful.

I was stunned: "Do you have to eat so much for a meal?"

He put the pill box back: "Yes, so many. Are you afraid?"

I shook my head: "It's okay."

After yesterday's farce ended, neither of us knew how to face the next step.

He has done well.

"Why did you go?" He came back and sat next to my bed, trying to hug me again.

I sighed: "What do you want to know?"

The other person I saw him scolding in my dream was probably his brother.

He hesitated for a moment: "Your deal with my brother."

trade?No deal.

I was reluctant to trade in the first place.

I was silent for a while, and his voice became a little anxious: "How much will he give you? I'll give you double."

I shook my head: "It's not about money."

He hammered my pillow: "Then you should have lost me?"

I touched the back of his hand: "Your brother showed me your medical record."

He trembled: "Do you also think it is good for me to send me out and lock me up in those places where no one is around?"

I took a few more deep breaths and closed my eyes: "At least I thought it should be pretty good at the time."

I dare not look at him.

For more than three years, I often dreamed that the number Eternal rushed to me and raised a knife, angrily scolding me why I didn't want him.

How can I have any qualifications to say that I want him, I have more money than others, and my appearance is average, not to mention that we are both men.

When I was young, my mother and I watched those bloody romantic dramas. I asked my mother why the two of them were biting their lips in the last episode and fighting back and forth in the next episode, wishing to die together.

My mom put her arms around me and said there was a reason for that.

Love is such a mysterious thing, she hopes that I will never fall in love with anyone in my life, and that I will find a pleasing girl to live with. Every day I go to work, my wife will take care of the children at home, and working hard to support the family is enough.

If it really doesn’t work, don’t make promises to others, and stay together forever.

He didn't move, just put his head in my arms: "What about now?"

I pretended to be relaxed: "What do you want?"

He looked up at me: "If I am not eternal, will you like me?"

I didn't know how to answer, so I could only keep silent.

If he is not eternal, I naturally like it.

It's just that he is also eternal, and it is my dream of the gold and iron horse in those three years.

He suddenly sneered, sat up straight and pressed me on the bed, biting me hard again.

I pushed him away in a daze, and watched him turn into a wolf, with a hint of unwillingness in his lonely eyes.

"you do not like me."

With a muffled voice, he stated there: "How much does it cost you to like me?"

"It's not about the money," I repeated again: "I..."

No money, I like you too, but I can't say this sentence.

His cell phone rang, he glanced at it and pressed it, I hesitated: "Aren't you going to answer it?"

He smiled: "No matter how many times I call you, you still don't answer."

I was a little embarrassed: "Aren't you afraid that there is really something important?"

He grabbed my wrist and put it on his chest: "Is there anything more important than this?"

No.

I know what he wants me to promise.

I promised to live with him, stay together forever, face the wind and rain together in this life, and walk through it together.

But I can't say it.

"Do you hate me so much?" His voice was a little crying: "Where am I not good enough?"

I subconsciously retorted: "No."

"If I'm good, why don't you want me," he grabbed my hand, and we interlocked our fingers, "Give me a reason. Are you in love with someone else? He's better than me?"

I shook my head: "No."

He grabbed my finger hard and sighed.

He got off my bed and obediently called out: "Brother, I'm hungry."

I looked up at the kitchen and tilted my head: "Didn't you just cook?"

The next second, my panties were ripped off by him again.

He naturally took a condom out of the bag under the bed, and this time he remembered to buy lubricant.

That's what it meant.

I didn't stop him, I just closed my eyes and dared not look at him.

He lay on top of me, much softer than last night, and it didn't take long for me to cum around his waist for the first time.

"If it wasn't..." He panted, "If my brother hadn't come out to make trouble, I would have given you a better impression. Then I will say that I am eternal, and you will like me."

I touched his head and smiled with difficulty: "I don't know either."

If it makes him happy, then I agree.

He pressed me to have sex three times in a row, twice on the bed and once on the sofa.

I knelt on the sofa, a little dazed.

I am not a chaste woman, and I am not against sex.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be so tragic for the first time.

He half procrastinated and half hugged and wanted to take me to clean it up, but I held on to the door and refused, and went in by myself.

When the back is attached to the tiles, there is only one word "pain" in my mind.

My heart and my back hurt.

I also want to muster up the courage to say to him: "Yes, I just like you, and I like you so much."

But what about after you say you like it?

He is still a student, and his source of income is still dependent on his family. What if he breaks ties with his family because of me?

Money was on my mind all the time, figuring out how much it would cost the two of us a month if we lived alone.

As for deposits, how long can I squander.

He knocked on the door lightly: "Brother, I bought you food."

I responded, and when he came out, he put a table on the table, looked at me pitifully, and handed me a bowl of porridge.

I took a spoon and turned it over, and the abalone, ginseng, scallop, and cordyceps inside...it’s so filling.

"I'm sorry." He tentatively wanted to hug me, "I can't control it."

I knew he couldn't control it, so I sat down hesitantly, and it really hurt so much that I frowned again.

Seeing this, he took the pillow from the sofa and put it under my buttocks.

"I will not do it again."

When he left in a hurry, he kissed me obediently, with a hint of coquettishness.

"Ok."