[Bojun Yixiao] Not my brother

The performance was completed fairly smoothly. It was originally a stage that had been practiced many times, so there was no reason for it to overturn during the official performance.It's just that at the climax of the song, Wang Yibo's originally planned movements were temporarily changed by the younger brother. According to his design, the poses will be much more intimate than before.

Wang Yibo reacted very quickly, he immediately backed away, and changed his movements accordingly. His tempo was always so accurate that it made people's breathing stagnate, so it seemed that he passed without any danger, but in fact he It was more than enough, but before stepping off the stage, where the audience and the camera couldn't see, he gave his little brother a faint look.

The little junior was stunned, although Wang Yibo's face was expressionless, but his eyes were really cold, as if he had instantly understood all the secrets and dark thoughts in his heart, he opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to say After ordering something, they were dragged away by the students around them, and the host was about to change into the stage. It was really not good for them to be frozen here.

not to mention.

Wang Yibo had already turned around and left, walking towards the dressing room.

The younger brother silently followed behind him.

He is 21 years old this year, and he looks young enough to be emotional in the eyes of others.

Good looking, good figure, strong strength.

During Wang Yibo's first round of assessment for stage performances, the younger brother saw him and was overwhelmed with surprises in his heart. He even had the selfish intention of asking his agent to go to the program group to say hello to them and divide them into a dormitory.

But he was too strong, so strong that it was only the first time he was on stage, so the program crew directly asked him to change his identity, sat down under the stage, propped his chin and turned a pen to give them grades, how could he extend the distance so far? Also out of reach.

The little junior's mind was in a mess, and he didn't notice that he stopped at the door of Wang Yibo's dressing room. The assistant stood beside Wang Yibo's chair, looking at him curiously.

Wang Yibo locked the screen of his phone, raised his head and said to his assistant, "Go out first, I'll have a few words with him."

The assistant nodded, turned sideways around the junior brother and went out, and helped him close the door.

Wang Yibo moved the chair forward a little to the makeup mirror, flipped through the makeup remover and came out, without looking up, he said, "What's going on today?"

The little junior watched silently as he stroked his eyelids with a piece of cotton pads, erasing the glamour, revealing a clean and warm face underneath.

Wang Yibo glanced at him, kept moving, and said, "Don't want to say?"

The little junior brother murmured, "...No."

Wang Yibo snorted, and his tone was really like the elders and teachers who were several years older than him, and said, "You can say it or not. To be honest, what happened today is quite naive. Because we belong to the same company, so I Say one more word."

"Before you do something, think about what you are here for, and then do it."

The junior brother's face was pale.

Wang Yibo stood up, turned to face his junior brother, and said, "You said we met before, so what psychological shadow did I leave on you?"

The little junior looked at him in astonishment, and said, "How could that be?"

Wang Yibo said, "Then you don't have to do this, just speak up if you have something to say."

The junior brother pursed his lips tightly, with a look of death.

Just as Wang Yibo was about to say something more, the door opened. Xiao Zhan stood outside with half his head poked out. There was a thin layer of crystal mist on his hair, and his eyes looked particularly round and bright. Wang Yibo's expression instantly softened.

Xiao Zhan didn't expect that there was a second person in the room, so he hesitated for a while before saying, "Well... the assistant said that it will be over in a while, is your side OK?"

Wang Yibo hummed, walked out without any hesitation, supported Xiao Zhan's arm, and said in a low voice, "It's snowing on the road, so you don't have to drive so fast."

Xiao Zhan smiled and said, "It's okay."

Wang Yibo's voice was even lower, and he said, "What time did my mother come back at night?"

Xiao Zhan said, "Since we want to watch the fireworks, it will probably be one or two o'clock in the morning."

They said something again, the little junior brother couldn't hear it, the gentle, even clingy voice slowly disappeared into the air.

The way Wang Yibo's eyes were shining just now, the younger brother only saw it when he was on stage.

He knows that Wang Yibo loves the stage and dance, so no one can replace them.

but.

Who is this guy……?

Xiao Zhan received Wang Yibo, and didn't go back immediately. He followed him in the lounge and watched the live evaluation on his mobile phone. Wang Yibo's group won the first place without any suspense, and the mentor was holding the window and stretching his arms outside. Fishing for snowflakes, Xiao Zhan patted his butt with a smile, and said, "Why do you look like a child."

Wang Yibo turned around, dragged Xiao Zhan to him, kissed him quickly on the lips, rubbed his with the tip of his nose, and said, "Go back now?"

Xiao Zhan said intentionally, "You can stay here if you want."

Wang Yibo anxiously dragged Xiao Zhan, packed up his things a little, and went straight to the parking lot.

Xiao Zhan sat in the car and fastened his seat belt, he remembered it belatedly, and said, "I seem to have seen the kid I just saw in the lounge before."

"Huh?" Wang Yibo looked up at him and said, "Where is it?"

Xiao Zhan paused, and said, "...on the variety show you participated in before."

A smile appeared in Wang Yibo's eyes, and he said, "How dare you watch this."

Xiao Zhan said, "Why? You think I can't watch it?"

Wang Yibo didn't speak, he pulled his neck to kiss him, the lights in the car were turned off by Xiao Zhan, snowflakes were flying outside the car, the temperature of the air conditioner in the car was turned on just to make people drowsy, Xiao Zhan closed his eyes , feeling Wang Yibo's fingers resting on the side of his neck, rubbing it soothingly.

A few years ago, or even earlier, when he was still in school, he longed for such a life as plain and happy as running water.

Wang Yibo rubbed his lips and whispered, "Go home."

Xiao Zhan laughed and said, "Okay."

Wang Yibo fell asleep in Xiao Zhan's room without any suspense.

Explained in this way, you can tell the elders that because he was too busy with work, he didn't come home to live at all. Aunt Wang would not knock on Xiao Zhan's door hastily, and Xiao's father and son had nothing to say personally.

They ordered a takeaway, simply finished their meal, and packed up their things. Wang Yibo gave the gift to Xiao Zhan, forcing a designer who had no obsession with mobile phones to spend the night. Although it was a bit troublesome, Xiao Zhan He wasn't angry either, and couldn't help laughing all the time. At the end of the laugh, Wang Yibo was a little baffled, and grabbed someone to kiss him out of breath, and asked him what he was laughing at.

Xiao Zhan lay under him, looked at Wang Yibo with beautiful eyes without blinking, and said softly, "It's nothing, just, I'm very happy."

Wang Yibo's heart moved, he bent down, and his lips touched his eyelashes.

The snow outside the house is getting heavier and heavier, almost burying the whole world.

Xiao Zhan panted lightly, his buttocks were supported by Wang Yibo's big hands, he knelt and sat on him, slowly got up and sat down again, the pleasure became extremely grinding at this moment, the meridians of the meat blade were bitten deeper by the acupoints It seemed that the temperature of the air conditioner was turned on too high, his eyebrows and chin were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and there were some difficult movements to support Wang Yibo's chest.

When Wang Yibo was about to fall when he couldn't hold on occasionally, he supported his slightly too thin waist and pushed up slightly for a while. Xiao Zhan sobbed and lay down, buried himself next to Wang Yibo's neck, and rubbed it with the tip of his nose several times.

Wang Yibo was unmoved, and this posture did not prevent him from knocking his brother speechless. When he climaxed, he grabbed his Adam's apple fiercely, leaving a row of neat marks on it.

It's still early before twelve o'clock, and it can be done several times.

Before Xiao Zhan recovered from the aftertaste of the climax, Wang Yibo hugged him to the bay window, with a thick layer of blankets under his body, because there is a corner, so the space is extraordinarily large, and the curtains are half-hidden , and the lights were not turned on in the room, Xiao Zhan was a little dazed when Wang Yibo kicked his legs and re-entered. The enthusiasm and persistence of the young people seemed extraordinarily long at this moment.

Wang Yibo's face was on top of him, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, he was not hideous at all in the stimulating sex, but unexpectedly sexy as hell, his eyes were tilted upwards, and it was the dark blue sky outside the house, with heavy snow falling Float down.

Wang Yibo straightened his waist, his shoulders and back were stretched into beautiful lines, sweat dripped down the lines of his cheeks, and landed on Xiao Zhan's body, making his chest so hard that his aching nipples glistened.

A soft moan escaped from Xiao Zhan's throat, it sounded pitiful, but the intruding genitals were tightly tightened underneath, Wang Yibo's scalp was numb, his eyes were almost red, the calf hanging on his shoulder slid down and rested on it. In the crook of his arms, he couldn't help but tense his toes, unable to bear the wave after wave of pleasure.

Wang Yibo hardly has the bad habit of saying nonsense on the bed that makes Xiao Zhan so numb that he can't bear to listen. When he is emotional, he will only hug Xiao Zhan tightly and call him brother repeatedly.

Or, brother Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan was holding on to the edge of the window, sitting on his knees, Wang Yibo hugged him tightly from behind, his flexible and soft tongue traced the contours of his ears, and while he was panting hot air penetrated into his cochlea, he wanted to back away with tears in his eyes, but Forced to be by the window, forced to raise the waist and buttocks to eat deeper into the genitals.

Wang Yibo pinched the thin flesh on the back of his neck, and traced his fingertips along the beautiful line of the back. When it reached the tailbone, Xiao Zhan was so soft that he almost fell down.

Xiao Zhan sobbed and tried his best to clamp his murder weapon, begging for mercy, "You...can you hurry up..."

Wang Yibo squeezed his chin and turned his face, bit his lip hard, and passed each word with his breath.

He said, "No."