My brother became a love brain

Song Dongyang and I didn't make a lot of money in our life, but we traveled to many places and often indulged in traveling, as if we were trying to make up for some regrets.

Our CP fans are also very affectionate, and they didn't give up chasing us because we got old. Instead, they indirectly gave us the title of "the most beautiful old couple".After the first few years of being together, we were cautious about the anomalies around us, because we were not sure if there would be sudden changes. After a few decades together, we relaxed and finally knew that we had survived.

When we are gray-haired, Song Dongyang is finally relieved, and occasionally he will talk about the bewilderment at the beginning, and I will always hug him and listen to him quietly.We have gone through the most difficult times together, and gradually healed the scars, forgetting the unpleasant past.

We have reached the end of our lives, Song Dongyang took a step first, when he closed his eyes, I seemed to hear the voice from decades ago again.

It asked me: "What is your decision now?"

I don't know if I was hallucinating, or if I really heard the question, I chose to open the prepared small medicine bottle, poured the liquid inside into my mouth, and swallowed it with difficulty.

I hugged my lover, closed my eyes, and the last thought in my mind was - I, Chi Rui, this life is still free and free from any control.

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I am Chi Rui, Chi Rui's Chi, Chi Rui's Rui.

I am an engineering student, I am 24 years old, and I am in the second year of graduate school.

My family is very ordinary, my experience is very ordinary, and it is foreseeable that my future should also be very ordinary.

I never expected that my world would undergo earth-shaking changes. The first change was that an exchange student came to our major. His name was Song Dongyang.

Song Dongyang is a foreign Chinese. He has black hair, but blue eyes. He is tall and straight, with elegant temperament. In the words of our professional senior sister, he looks like a well-educated college student from a rich family. master.

Generally speaking, an international student should live in the international student dormitory, and there are no classes in the second year of graduate school. He should mix with the international student circle, communicate with the tutor directly under him, and occasionally attend the next group meeting, which has nothing to do with us.

But Song Dongyang didn't know why, and was assigned to my dormitory by the dormitory teacher.

Our dormitory is a standard four-person room with one bed and one table, but one roommate is a local, and one roommate just went abroad for an exchange. There was no owner of an empty bed, and now there is an extra Song Dongyang.

When Song Dongyang and I met for the first time, I had just finished showering in the bathroom downstairs. I was naked from the upper body, wearing only a pair of underpants and slippers. Dongyang met each other.

It was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and the outdoor temperature was at least [-] degrees. Song Dongyang stood in the middle of the two rows of beds in the dormitory in a suit and leather shoes. He raised his head slightly and glanced at me faintly.

I groaned in my heart, my first reaction was that this guy is not hot, but my second reaction was, did I go to the wrong dormitory?

I instinctively looked in the direction of my mattress, there was a familiar anime poster on the wall, yes, this is my territory.

"you are?"

"Song Dongyang," he said, his voice was cold, and he didn't seem easy to get along with at all, "I'm an international student who just came here for an exchange. The dormitory manager gave me the key to this room. Are you my roommate?"

"It should be, if this is 638."

"What's your name?"

He was still unsmiling, expressionless, and his serious appearance made me straighten my back.

"Chi Rui."

"Chi Rui A?"

"Chi Rui, there is no A."

Song Dongyang raised the corner of his mouth, and a standard smile instantly formed on his face. He said, "Chi Rui, I hope we can get along well."

I breathed out lightly, put the washbasin on my table, and said, "Your Chinese is really standard, we will definitely get along well."

"There doesn't seem to be a correlation between the two."

"what?"

"Between standard Chinese and being easy to get along with."

"Okay..." I gave a dry laugh, turned my back to him, and started to pack the toiletries in my washbasin.

As soon as I put the shampoo back to its original place, my eyes suddenly went dark, and the voice of my new roommate also sounded: "Did you just take a shower?"

"Yes," I thought he was going to ask me where to take a shower, so I said directly, "There is a public bathroom downstairs, and you can get water by swiping your student card. By the way, have you applied for a student card?"

"It's done."

His voice was very close, as if he was talking close to my ear. I felt goosebumps all over my back. I gave a dry laugh, turned my head, and found that he was really close to me, so I couldn't help asking: "What do you need?" Did I help?"

He stared at me for a while, then asked a question I hadn't expected - "You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

"What do you ask for this?"

I really think Song Dongyang is very strange, but I haven't had much contact with foreign students before, maybe they are all very straightforward in this regard?

I tried to find excuses for Song Dongyang, but Song Dongyang's next sentence directly ignited my anger.

He said with a straight face, "We can try sex."

Under normal circumstances, I am a good-tempered person, but when I come up, I play sex/harassment/harassment, and I speak so seriously, I can't use jokes to make fun of it.

My anger crossed the line, I rushed over, picked up his collar, and pinned him against the closet.

I took a few breaths and swallowed the swear words as much as I could, my fingers were still shaking with anger, and I said, "I don't discriminate against homosexuals, but if you continue to sexually/harass/harass me, I promise, I will beat you."

His blue eyes looked at me casually, and after a few seconds, he said, "Sorry, I speak more bluntly, that's the habit of my previous living environment."

I let go of his collar, looking for words to try to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere at the moment, but I heard him add: "Let me put it another way, I like you very much, and I hope you can be my sexual partner."

I clenched my fists tightly, and the joints rubbed against each other. I tried my best to control my emotions, and emphasized word by word: "I'm not gay, I don't like you, and I won't have one/night/stands with others."

"Oh?"

He raised his hand and started to unbutton the outside of his suit, and took off his jacket leisurely. The shirt on his upper body was extremely slim, outlining a beautiful muscular outline and an elegant narrow waist.

He stared at me, picking up the button of his shirt with one hand, his skin was as white as milk, I was puzzled, so I turned my eyes away.

I don't think I'm afraid to look at it, but I just think that when facing a man whose sexual orientation is male, I shouldn't stare at his body, because it will make me appear to have ulterior motives.

"Chi Rui," he softly called my name, but he was no longer cold, but with inexplicable temptation, "You dare not look at me?"

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