Brilliant

In fact, Wen Mingyuan has been bothered by this matter recently, that is... Is his little brother a little too innocent.

No matter how many ways he tried to make physical contact with Mo Beicheng, Mo Beicheng was as unresponsive as a piece of wood... No, he still had a little reaction. He regarded himself as a begging cat and fed him two pieces Hawthorn slices just let yourself go.

To say that the two of them were really busy in the week before confessing, and basically had no time to communicate, but now the work in the studio is almost arranged, why is the little brother still confused?

Not to mention sleeping together, why did the two of them even have a little kiss, and it was over when their lips touched their lips. It was as pure as the love that parents branded on their children's foreheads before they went to bed.

Wen Mingyuan collapsed a bit.

It's not that he's dissatisfied, it's just that he's about to join the crew, and anyway, he hopes to warm up his relationship with his little brother before joining the crew.

He originally thought that Mo Beicheng was just a little colder, and he would have liked to have taken the initiative to hint, but he was wrong, this damn is not cold at all, he is liquid nitrogen.

The kind that can freeze yourself.

No matter how you tease him, it won't work, and no matter how you hint, you won't understand.

Wen Mingyuan spread out on the sofa and decided to give up.

It just so happened that he was reciting the lines of "The Skeleton Crown" recently, and now he felt that he was the knight stationed outside the castle, and Mo Beicheng was the saint who lived on the tall building, beautiful, noble and inviolable.

inviolable...

Just like now, Wen Mingyuan is leaning on Mo Beicheng to recite his lines, and Mo Beicheng is changing the score. Obviously, for a normal couple, they should wipe their guns and start a fire, no matter how bad they are, they should have a romantic and affectionate kiss or gaze, but Mo Beicheng... He reached out and stroked Wen Mingyuan's chin, as if he was stroking a cat.

Wen Mingyuan felt that his dignity had been insulted, but he couldn't put down his face and tell Mo Beicheng clearly.

But having said that, Mo Beicheng recently is indeed strange. During the first two days of confession, the two of them sometimes slept together, but recently Mo Beicheng retreated to his own room very early, and recently Mo Beicheng always has a Fragrant.

Wen Mingyuan couldn't smell what it was, but he could tell that it was a smell that had only recently appeared on Mo Beicheng.

very strange...

"Little brother, what skin care products have you been using recently?" Wen Mingyuan asked casually, but speaking of them, the skin care products of the two of them are one bottle of Dabao plus another bottle of Dabao. Back then when they lived in a rented house, they bought one and got one free. Yes, it's sitting in the bathroom right now.

"No..." Mo Beicheng's body froze, he didn't expect Wen Mingyuan's nose to be so sharp.

Wen Mingyuan looked at him suspiciously, "But I feel that your smell is different recently... Are you hiding something from me?"

Mo Beicheng was not good at lying. He regarded Wen Mingyuan as the only love in his life, and he was unwilling to hide anything from him, but he didn't want to answer, so he remained silent.

Now Wen Mingyuan is in a hurry. When he was sorting the garbage a few days ago, he saw Mo Beicheng's medical records still in the trash can. Out of respect for Mo Beicheng, Wen Mingyuan didn't open those medical records, but now Thinking of the many smells on Mo Beicheng's body, he was really worried.

"Little brother..." Wen Mingyuan really didn't know how to speak, "I saw your medical records in the trash can when I was throwing out the trash a few days ago. Are you sick?"

Mo Beicheng was stunned for a moment, his character of throwing things casually seemed to be about to change.

"I'm not sick..." Mo Beicheng replied.

"Is there something that you can't tell me?" Wen Mingyuan was relieved when he knew that he was not sick, but he was still anxious because Mo Beicheng hadn't confessed to him.

Mo Beicheng didn't answer this time.

Wen Mingyuan was really a little angry this time. He knew that Mo Beicheng would not lie to him, but he really didn't like that Mo Beicheng was unwilling to tell him anything every time, and then took it alone.

Silence is also a sharp weapon that can hurt people, sometimes even deeper than lies.

Wen Mingyuan took the script and went back to the room without saying a word. Mo Beicheng could feel that Wen Mingyuan was really angry, so he hurried after him, but Wen Mingyuan locked the door behind him.

Mo Beicheng knocked on them: "Wen Mingyuan, open the door..."

"..." Wen Mingyuan didn't answer a word in it.

This time Mo Beicheng really panicked. He had never seen Wen Mingyuan treat him like this. On weekdays, Wen Mingyuan always surrounded him like an elf. He was used to Wen Mingyuan's smiling face and joy, but he never thought about himself. will be lost one day.

"I'm sorry...can you open the door?" Mo Beicheng hurriedly apologized.

"You didn't do anything wrong...you have the right to keep silent about the question I asked you, and you don't need to apologize." Wen Mingyuan replied.

"I......"

Mo Beicheng looked at the white-painted wooden door, and his memory was suddenly pulled back to a few years ago, when his mother locked Mo Beicheng out of the door in the same way, completely ignoring his yelling.

Did he do it wrong again?

Should he learn to be more honest... Should he share all his wounds with Wen Mingyuan...

"Can you open the door?" Mo Beicheng's voice was pleading, "I'll explain to you what's going on..."

Wen Mingyuan was standing behind the door, when he heard this, he opened the lock and let Mo Beicheng in.

Mo Beicheng walked into the room, unbuttoned his shirt, took off his shirt, and threw it on the ground.

The hideous scars were completely displayed on Wen Mingyuan. Some of those scars came from human nails, some from sharp bamboo strips, and some from violin bows.

Wen Mingyuan took a step back in fright and leaned against the wooden door, but he knew that if he showed fear at this time, his little brother would be sad.

So Wen Mingyuan plucked up his courage and hugged Mo Beicheng from behind. His chest was pressed against Mo Beicheng's back, tightly against his wound.

Wen Mingyuan asked with a trembling voice, "What's going on?"

"The marks left by my mother when she was insane." Mo Beicheng replied, "So I have been looking for the hospital for the past few days to see if these wounds can be removed, and I saw some people on the Internet saying that olive oil can remove the scars, So I wanted to try it, the taste you mentioned is the taste of olive oil... but it seems that there is no effect in a short time."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Wen Mingyuan asked, "It's not a big deal..."

Mo Beicheng's heart trembled, "I'm afraid you will find it ugly."

Wen Mingyuan lowered his head and pressed a kiss on his back.

"Not ugly."

How could it be ugly?

My little brother is perfect, even the wound is perfect.

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