The topic of conversation suddenly turned to a discordant place.
The young boy in the mirror was blushing, and his eyelashes were trembling uneasily. His dark eyes seemed to contain a hazy mist that would shatter at the slightest touch. Wei Zhe couldn't help but laugh. How cute! This caused Wei Jing to repeatedly look at him in the mirror.
Wei Jing felt that he was being mocked. He grabbed a handful of his big brother's hair with his little claws and tried to make a fierce expression. "Don't laugh."
"I'm not laughing!" Wei Zhe narrowed his eyes and turned his head slightly to look at the young boy. His expression was serious and sincere.
Wei Jing was speechless.
Even his big brother had become bad these days? He almost thought that what he saw before was fake.
The young boy snorted twice, but he couldn't bear to do it. He reluctantly put down the hair in his hand and picked up the hairdryer to continue drying Wei Zhe's hair. The wet black hair gradually became fluffy and soft. Wei Jing's five fingers shuttled through it, pressing on the young man's scalp from time to time. After a while, he couldn't help but rub his eyes, cover his mouth and yawn. "Okay, big brother, I'm so sleepy! I'm going to sleep. "
"You're leaving now?" Wei Zhe raised his eyebrows.
"Hmm?" Wei Jing tilted his head and asked with his eyes. What else could he do other than leave?
"Okay, you can stay and sleep with me tonight." Wei Zhe rubbed his chin. "It seems that we brothers haven't slept together in a long time."
"Okay!" Wei Jing said as he walked to the bedside. He suddenly pounced on it, and the soft slippers were kicked to the side by his little feet. The little boy's feet looked not much bigger than an adult man's palm. His pink fingernails were like budding flowers, embellished on his white jade-like toes.
Wei Jing's skin was very white. His insteps, which had not been exposed to sunlight for many years, were as white as snow. One could clearly see the green veins on his insteps. They were fragile and pitiful.
Wei Zhe sighed softly. He reached out and pinched the young boy's insteps in his palm.
"Hahaha … So itchy! Big brother … Let go … "The young boy stretched out his other leg and kicked the young man's arm. His leg was soft and Wei Zhe didn't have to use much strength to catch the young boy's left leg.
"You even dared to hit Big Brother. You've really turned the world upside down," Wei Zhe teased.
"I didn't …" Wei Jing's legs were caught, and he couldn't move. He opened his eyes angrily, and his eyes were filled with tears. He was like a little animal that had been bullied, weak and helpless. Everything about him was in the palm of his hand, and he could decide his life and death with just a thought …
The night deepened.
Sleepiness hit him.
Wei Zhe's heart seemed to have been touched by something. He let go of his hand in a slight panic and turned his head to cover it up. "Let's sleep!"
"Oh! Goodnight, Big Brother. " Wei Jing's two legs intertwined and rubbed against each other. After rubbing the itchiness away, he whispered, "Big Brother is bad." Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Wei Zhe stood by the bed and rubbed his temples with his slender fingers. He narrowed his almond-shaped eyes and pursed his thin lips. He looked down at his lower body in annoyance. He didn't know why he had been thinking about something just now. He suddenly thought of the grown-up Wei Jing.
The beautiful young boy with bright eyes and white teeth was half lying on the bed in a loose white bathrobe. His white and slender legs were bent at a nice angle, and his insteps were taut. His toes were curled together like a flower bud that was about to bloom. His clothes were half naked, and his chest was as white as jade, his slender neck, his delicate collarbone, and his weak Adam's apple … His eyes were filled with tears, and his curly black eyelashes were like crow's feathers. He looked so pitiful as if he had been severely bullied by someone …
Wei Zhe didn't know why, but he felt his lower abdomen heat up. That feeling came and went quickly … It only lasted for a moment.
But even so, it was enough to make Wei Zhe doubt his life.
Wei Jing was his younger brother. Although they weren't blood-related, they had been together for so many years. What was the difference between them and biological brothers?
He actually had … an unspeakable desire for the future Wei Jing.
It was simply … too wrong.
The young man looked at the young boy who was sleeping soundly and couldn't help but pinch his nose. He muttered, "Little heartless boy, sleeping so soundly. If you dare to betray me again in this life, I'll break your legs. Do you understand?"
Wei Jing, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, was speechless.
That night, Wei Zhe had a dream.
He dreamt of his previous life. He was already twenty-seven years old, and he was handling official business in his study. At this time, the grown-up Wei Jing was wearing a loose V-neck sweater, revealing his delicate collarbone. A white apron with small lace was tied around his waist.
His face was so exquisite that it took one's breath away, and there was a gentle smile on his face. His eyes were filled with brilliant sunshine, making one feel as if they were in a warm April.
It was this smile that made Wei Zhe instantly understand — this was a dream.
After growing up, Wei Jing always carried a melancholy that he didn't understand. His brows and eyes were filled with worry, just like a pool of spring water, making people wish they could offer everything in front of him, just to win a smile from the beauty.
Wei Zhe had once sighed that it was fortunate that Wei Jing didn't like to go out. Otherwise, with that face of his, who knew how many men and women he would harm.
"Big Brother." Wei Jing held a bowl of rich pork rib soup in his hands. He pouted like a child, hugged the man's neck with both hands, and leaned his soft and boneless body into the man's embrace. Wei Zhe didn't know what to do.
"No matter how hard work is, you still have to eat well!" Wei Jing's fair fingers poked the man's hard chest through the thin shirt, and his pink fingernails circled around the muscles suggestively. A thin layer of red appeared on his face, and his earlobes were so red that they looked like they were about to drip blood. He shyly glared at the man and said in a half coquettish and half threatening tone, "Big Brother, if you don't take care of your body, you're not allowed to sleep with me tonight."
Wei Zhe felt that his brain wasn't enough. He felt as if he had fallen into the clouds and said, "Sleep … sleep together?"
"Big Brother, you're so strange today!" Wei Jing tilted his head, and his beautiful cat eyes curled up. His dark, curly eyelashes fluttered uneasily. He puffed up his mouth angrily and said with some grievance, "I … I'm doing this for Big Brother's good! Hmph! "
"Okay, okay. It's my fault. It's my fault." How could Wei Zhe stand his younger brother acting coquettishly when he loved him dearly?
"I know you love me the most, Big Brother." Wei Jing said with a smile. He bit his lips and mustered up his courage to kiss the man's lips. "This … is a reward."
The young man's lips were soft and smooth, with a faint sweetness. Wei Zhe stared blankly at the familiar yet strange face in front of him. His heart was filled with guilt, but at the same time, there was an indescribable sense of satisfaction. It was sour and bitter.
"You're my younger brother. It's not right for us to do this." He resisted.
"Big Brother, what are you talking about?" Wei Jing tilted his head and smiled coquettishly. He was like a demon tempting mortals. He hugged the man's neck tightly, his legs clamped the man's waist, and his perky butt kept rubbing against the man. "We're not related by blood from the beginning! Why do we have to stick to this world? We're the people who know each other the best in the world, and we'll be together forever. Isn't this good? "
That's right! This way, they could be together forever.
He wouldn't have to worry about a woman suddenly appearing one day, holding his beloved younger brother's hand, saying that they were getting married and moving out of the home that belonged to both of them.
If he and Wei Jing became each other's lover …
"No." Wei Zhe's remaining rationality was struggling. He said, "I've raised you as my younger brother for so many years …"
Before the man could finish his words, he was interrupted by the young man sitting on his lap. Wei Jing's soft tongue licked his earlobe. The young man called out softly, "Then I'll be the child bride that Big Brother raised."
Boom!
Wei Zhe could hear the sound of his rationality completely collapsing. As if he was possessed, he placed his hand on the young man's slender waist and rubbed it twice. Then, through the thin sweater, he touched the firm and soft skin …
"Hmm? Big Brother … "The young man sat on his lap, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
He tilted his head and kissed the young man's tender lips. Slowly, he pried open his pearly white teeth. The impatience in his heart made him go on a rampage without any restraint …
"Hey, hey, hey! Big Brother … "
As if it came from a faraway place, it sounded a little childish and familiar.
Wei Zhe suddenly woke up from his dream. He saw the young version of Wei Jing dressed and looking at him from the bedside. "Big Brother, have you been very tired recently? We're at Uncle's house. It'll be rude if you don't get up. You can catch up on your sleep when we get home! "
Wei Zhe's mind was blank at this moment. He subconsciously tightened his expression and answered vaguely, "Okay, okay. You can go down first. I'll be done soon."
"Okay!" Wei Jing nodded. "Then I'll go down first. Big Brother, hurry up."
"Okay."
After sleeping for a night, Wei Zhe felt even more tired. He lifted the blanket and felt the wet patch under his body. His mood couldn't help but worsen.
Could there be a worse situation than this?
For some reason, he actually had feelings for the adult Wei Jing. When he thought of the young man's soft body in his dream, the bone-chilling pleasure and indescribable satisfaction almost swallowed him whole into an endless abyss. Wei Zhe laughed bitterly. When he thought of the twelve-year-old Wei Jing … he felt even more ashamed.
It's okay, he told himself. He found an excuse that even he didn't believe. It was just a moment of impulse. His body had been holding it in for too long. It'll be fine soon …
Besides, Wei Jing was still so young. Even if he really wanted to develop something with him, he had to wait for him to grow up first!
Oh! There were still six years left. It would be very soon.
Wait, what was he thinking about? Wei Zhe held his head in frustration, but he couldn't get rid of the thought just now …
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