My brother became a love brain

I carried the dessert into Song Dongyang's study, he put down the official documents and stared at me, after a while, he asked, "Did you have a good day today?"

"Not bad," I answered him calmly, "It's a pleasant surprise to learn a little secret."

Song Dongyang laughed, and stroked the ruby ​​ring on his finger.

The power ring from the third district was given to me, but he turned out the ring stuffed into the doll and put it on his own hand.

"The person who prepared the gift must be honored to let you say the word 'surprise'." At that moment, he was like a peacock spreading its tail, wanting to show the best side in front of me, "Chi Rui, you know, he always understands your preferences."

It's rare for me to see Song Dongyang praise himself so unremittingly, and I couldn't help laughing, saying: "Well, he is indeed very good."

Song Dongyang looked down at the official document for a while, and as if giving up, he rang the bell and said, "Bring a pot of tea here."

The servants delivered the black tea very quickly, and cut the dessert I brought back into small pieces. Song Dongyang and I enjoyed our afternoon tea while talking in a low voice under the bright sunshine.

Before we knew it, we got closer and closer, so close that we could see his long eyelashes.

He blinked, leaned over and kissed me, and said, "Sweet."

I turned my head to avoid his sight, took a small piece of dessert with a fork, and replied: "This is also sweet."

Song Dongyang leaned against me all of a sudden, wrapped his hands around my waist, and asked, "Which one is sweeter?"

This kind of comparison is meaningless to me, but I have to coax him, lower my eyes and say: "You are sweeter."

Song Dongyang kissed my earlobe, didn't speak, the happy look remained on his face, but it didn't get into his eyes.

I don't quite understand what he is thinking about, but I know how to make him completely happy.

I asked him, "Do you want to come back early in the evening?"

He pretended to be reserved: "There is still a lot of work to be done."

I raised my hand, touched his face, and said, "I'll wait for you to come back."

He just seemed happy, almost ecstatic to get back to his business.

At six o'clock in the evening, Mr. Song, who claimed that there was still a lot of work to be done, appeared at the dinner table. We had dinner together, and he proposed to go around the rose garden.

The entire rose garden is our property, so when he wore white gloves and started picking roses, no one else stopped him.

He picked nineteen roses with a blank expression, and got newspapers and ribbons from the guards, tied a bouquet of flowers himself, and handed them to me.

I politely said thank you. I originally wanted to pass the bouquet to the servant behind me, but seeing his eyes at the moment, I chose to hold it in my hand.

I was holding the rose, and Song Dongyang's hand was on my body, which was a very possessive gesture.

I was a little funny, so I teased him: "Do you remember what you promised me before getting married?"

He pretended not to hear and didn't answer my words.

I didn't continue to ask him any more. I finished the walk with him in a good mood, returned to the room, handed the roses to the servant, and told her to take good care of them.

The servant who picked up the flowers was a beautiful girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, her face was originally flushed, but for some reason, she suddenly became panicked.

I turned my head and found that Song Dongyang was smiling. He was gentle and gentle. He asked me, "Do you want to take a hot spring together?"

I raised my hand, touched his face, and said, "Of course."

We changed our bathrobes in the dressing room, and there was still a short way from the dressing room to the bathroom. Song Dongyang straightened the neckline of the pajamas and asked me, "Carry you?"

Just as I was about to refuse, I thought of Song Dongyang's inexplicable emotions today, and replied to him: "Okay."

Song Dongyang naturally bent down his usual straight waist. I looked at his back for a while and warned him: "I am very heavy."

He said with a low smile, "I can move my back."

I was firmly pressed on his back, and he lifted my thighs, let me clamp on his waist, and carried me up naturally.

The familiar yard in District [-] flashed before my eyes, the extra-young Song Dongyang, and the extra-young me.

Song Dongyang's back was as warm and reassuring as he remembered.

I didn't know what was wrong, so I kissed the nipples on the back of his neck as my heart moved.

His body trembled, and his hands held me tighter, as if he was afraid that I would fall, or that he was afraid that I would run away.

……harmonious……

Song Dongyang's slight protest was more like a kind of flirting, I didn't hold back, and squeezed out the last bit of energy.

He fell asleep in my arms, I tried to hug him, and then found that it was not as difficult as I imagined.

I can still hold him.

I dried his body and carried him to the lounge not far away. He was sleeping soundly, but the corners of his mouth were curled up, as if he was having a sweet dream.

I touched his face and said, "Good night."