My brother became a love brain

"Did I cause you a lot of trouble?"

"Yes." I looked at him blankly, "You have to be better in the future."

Song Dongyang turned his head away, looked out the window, and said nothing.I thought he was angry, but after a while, he sneaked his hand over and took mine.

His hand was warm, and it strangely opened my brow.

He said, "Should I go and apologize?"

"No need." I squeezed his hand and said coldly, "There is no need to do extra things."

Song Dongyang let out a "huh" and leaned on my shoulder very naturally. He looked very fragile, and I even had the illusion that I could control him.

So I indulged myself, temporarily not thinking about those weird pixel blocks, not thinking about whether I am advancing along the plot track, not thinking about everything I will face next, I obeyed my heart, bent down, She pressed a kiss to his slightly bewildered cheek.

All sanity and scruples aside, my instinct was to get close to him.

The vehicle stopped slowly, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, the villa was also stained with warmth. Song Dongyang got out of the car first. The car accident made his waist even thinner, and he looked a little weak.

I got out of the car, put my arms around his waist naturally, and buried my head in biting his earlobe.

He pampered me, as if he was ignorant and ignorant, as if deliberately seducing me, my hand reached into the hem of his shirt, and under the fingertips was delicate flesh.

He trembled slightly, and hugged me back. Our eyes met, and we both clearly saw the fire in each other's eyes.

Human desire/desire is really a terrible thing. Song Dongyang and I are entangled with each other until death, and even have the illusion that this moment can last forever.

I took off my fourth "raincoat" tonight, wrapped it up and threw it into the trash can, and quickly covered my warm body behind me.

Song Dongyang's kiss landed on my back.

"what happened?"

"I love you." Song Dongyang's voice was hoarse, but with unspeakable charm, "I want to hug you."

I turned around, easily pressed him on the mattress, and "friendly" reminded him: "The cover is used up."

His fingers gently inserted into my hair, wrapped his slender legs around my waist, and said, "I don't need that..."

I understood his unfinished words and fulfilled his wish.

We hung out almost all night, and the next day we had to rely on the servant to knock on the door to barely get up.Last night was too crazy, Song Dongyang had to add a cushion for himself, and his face was a little pale.

The breakfast was very rich, but he lacked interest and ate not much.I put down the knife and fork, and in his slightly worried eyes, I left a sentence: "Wait for me for 10 minutes."

I walked into the kitchen leisurely, put an apron on myself, dipped the bread with honey, baked it in the oven, took the mold, and fried two heart-shaped poached eggs.

This is the first time I have used this kind of heart mold, luckily the finished product is not bad.I took off my apron and sent the dinner plate to Song Dongyang.

Song Dongyang's expression was very strange. He seemed to have never expected that I would cook him breakfast. He was very surprised and had a hint of other emotions.

He lowered his head and began to cut the poached egg with the knife, but he just cut it, then put down the knife and said, "It's so beautiful."

I understood what he hadn't said, and coaxed him: "No matter how beautiful it is, it's made for you to eat. If you like it, I will make it for you often in the future?"

"It's too troublesome." As he said so, he lowered his head and bit the edge of the poached egg. His lips were stained with a little oil, adding a touch of glamour.

I turned my eyes away, secretly blaming him for being too alluring, unwilling to admit that I was too easily bewitched.

He finished his meal in small bites, wiped the corners of his mouth and fingers with a wet towel, walked to me very naturally, got into my arms, and said in a muffled voice: "When I was eating just now, I was full of you , I can clearly see you, but I am still not satisfied."

"What do you want to do? How can I satisfy you?" I pretended to be indifferent, but in fact, colorful fireworks exploded in my heart.

"I want to wrap around you like an octopus, I want to be tightly connected to you, I want to melt into your flesh and blood," Song Dongyang's hand hugged him tighter and tighter, and it even made me feel a little pain, "Chi Rui, I don't know if I What's the matter, I don't even want to let you out of my sight."

That's just the fledgling plot, because I lost all my memories and had a great love for me, so I had the illusion of being "the only one".

Because the only person he can grab is me, so he pours all his possessiveness on me.But I am still happy to hear him say that, at least at this moment, I have no doubt that I am the most important person in Song Dongyang's heart.

"Then you just follow me," Song Dongyang's wish is not difficult to achieve, I reached out and stroked his back, and spoke softly, "You can always look at me, when I have nothing else to do, you You can hold me."

Song Dongyang's head was deeply buried in my arms, so that I couldn't see his expression clearly at the moment, but he replied "OK" in a low voice.

I originally planned to go out today, and I didn't have anything serious to do. I just went to the club to kill time, but Song Dongyang's current condition is not good, so I canceled the plan to go out and got tired of being with him.

This villa was indeed bought as a wedding room for Song Dongyang and me, and all the equipment is the latest model. Although Song Dongyang has lost his memory, his common sense knowledge is not missing.

The two of us are always looking for some fun when we're together.It is not appropriate to roll the sheets, after all, yesterday was too much tossing, the soft cushion Song Dongyang was sitting on proved it.

I thought Song Dongyang would propose to watch a movie, but unexpectedly he brought two notebooks, handed me one, and said, "Let's play games."

It's such an old pastime, I can't remember how many years I haven't played a game, and as far as I can remember, I don't seem to have much interest in games.

"What are you playing?" I opened the game guide on the desktop and asked Song Dongyang for his opinion.

Song Dongyang's expression was very indifferent, and he slid his finger down on the scroll wheel. After a while, he moved the mouse to an icon and said, "Let's play this."

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