Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

Lin Qing tapped his sides unconsciously with his fingers and lowered his eyes, thinking about how to attract the other person's attention.

After a while, the opportunity came.

Someone at the door brought a food box over, saying that it was cakes and pastries sent by Venerable Su Wen to the young master for tasting.

Lin Qing quickly took the food box and walked inside.

Just as he was about to go around the screen, he was stopped.

"Give me the thing and go back and stand there." The young man's voice sounded coldly behind him.

Lin Qing pretended not to hear, quickly took two or three more steps, successfully crossed the screen, and saw Lin Huaijin's appearance.

Lin Huaijin's hair was not standing up today, but was draped behind his back. His face was pale and his lips were extremely light, as if he had lost too much blood.

Fortunately, her face had a good shape, with long and straight eyebrows, her eyes were closed, her thick black eyelashes covered her lower eyelids, her straight and tall nose was under her, her pale lips were tightly pursed, and her jawline was half-hidden by her loose black hair.

As soon as Lin Qing saw Lin Huaijin's appearance, the young man rushed over from behind and grabbed his arm.

The young man said coldly, word by word: "Don't you understand what people say?"

Lin Qing stood up straight and looked back. The young man behind him also looked like he had lost too much blood and was wrapped in bandages. It was obvious that he had run here in a hurry.

Lin Qingchao looked behind the young man and saw that on the other side of the screen, in another corner of the room, there was a small couch with some bloody bandages scattered on it.

Lin Qing frowned. What on earth was going on?

What is the identity of this young man!

The observation and thinking took only a few seconds before the food box in Lin Qing's hand was pulled away by a strong force.

Lin Qing looked down and saw that the young man was holding the other end of the handle of the food box and was trying to snatch it away.

Lin Qing used some force, but the boy was thin and not very strong, so he failed to snatch the food box from him.

She flushed and fanned him.

Lin Qing raised his hand, grabbed his hand and threw it away, but the boy wanted to grab the food box again.

As soon as Lin Qing let go, the boy fell to the ground with the food box.

The food box fell apart, and the cakes and pastries inside scattered all over the floor, falling on the ground and on the young man.

Lin Qing felt as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, but was then enveloped by an even more depressed mood.

What was he doing just now?

Teasing someone who doesn't know what's good for him?

This conflicts with the ideas Lin Qing has had since childhood.

Lin Qing took a deep breath, pursed his lips, squatted down, took the food box away from the boy, and helped him lean against the couch.

The young man had just fallen on his butt, and it seemed that because he was already injured, he frowned tightly and endured the pain, and did not have the strength to push him away.

Lin Qing silently picked up the cakes scattered on the ground. Halfway through, he suddenly felt a gaze directed at him.

He looked up and saw that Lin Huaijin, who had been meditating just now, had opened his eyes and was staring at him without blinking.

The eye sockets were completely dark, without any emotion, as if they were a pitch-black skylight, empty and bottomless.

Lin Qing half-knelt on the ground and looked at him.

He was holding back his anger, not knowing how to vent it, and wanted to pin his brother down on the bed and give him a beating.

But his reason told him no, so he could only stare at him.

After a moment, Lin Qing couldn't help but blink.

His eyes were sore from staring, and Lin Huaijin opposite him didn't even blink, so Lin Qing was discouraged.

He let out a long sigh, stopped looking at Lin Huaijin, and continued to pick up the pastries on the ground. He wrapped the dirty pastries with a handkerchief and went out to throw them away later.

There were still some pastries in the food box that had not fallen out, so Lin Qing placed the food box on the table on the couch.

After checking that they were not poisonous, they were neatly laid out on plates, with only two or three intact pieces left on each plate.

Lin Huaijin's dark gaze kept moving over Lin Qing's face, and he didn't give her a penny of the cakes.

After Lin Qing finished cleaning up these things, he glanced at the young man who had fainted from the pain in the corner, then turned back and stared at Lin Huaijin.

He stretched out his hand tentatively and waved it in front of Lin Huaijin.

But not only did Lin Huaijin's eyes not move with the shaking of his hand, he didn't even blink.

However, the eye sockets are filled with pitch-black pupils, with no whites of the eyes for contrast, so maybe others wouldn't be able to tell even if the eyeballs move?

Lin Qing sighed and carefully reached out his hand to press on his brother's wrist.

He wanted to input his spiritual power to find out what was going on, but the moment his hand touched his wrist, Lin Huaijin grabbed his hand and brought it under his nose.

A pale young man with long hair and gloomy as a ghost held the hand, and his nose moved closer and closer, his nostrils wrinkled, and he buried his nose tip in the palm of his hand and sniffed carefully.

Lin Qing's palm felt a little itchy, so he tentatively picked up his other hand and put it under his nose to smell it.

Then Lin Qing felt a little embarrassed.

He found that after he had just picked up the pastries, his fingers were still covered with sticky pastry crumbs. Although his palms were clean, they also had a hint of pastry smell.

Could it be that this pastry is also the flavor that my brother likes now?

He glanced outside the door, and with his left hand, he made a cleansing gesture to wash away the smell of pastries on his body.

Then he withdrew his hand, walked back to the door, and prepared to close it from the inside.

The sturdy man who was standing guard with him outside was surprised to see him go in for quite a while and come out to close the door. He asked in confusion: "You - you -"

But I didn’t know what to say. I hesitated for a long time but couldn’t say anything.

Lin Qing said: "The young master asked me to guard inside, you guard outside, remember to report loudly if someone comes."

The sturdy man wanted to question, but when he saw the figure approaching from behind Lin Qing, he nodded hesitantly.

Lin Qing bolted the door from the inside and just turned around when he bumped into someone.

Before he knew it, Lin Huaijin was standing behind him.

Lin Qing leaned back slightly and leaned against the door, observing his brother who was like a ghost ten years later.

I just can't figure out why my brother has become like this.

Where is his big, smiley, squishy brother?

Why was I raised like this?!

Lin Huaijin started sniffing at his forehead like a puppy, then moved down to his nose, cheeks, lips, chin, and finally to his Adam's apple.

The tip of his nose touched Lin Qing's skin from time to time, and the warm breath made Lin Qing feel itchy.

Sniffing all the way down, finally stopping at the crook of his neck, starting from the jawline and moving down to the collarbone, Lin Huaijin gently moved back and forth over and over again.

Lin Qing felt a little itchy at first, but then it became numb. She reached out and pressed his head against her neck to prevent him from moving.

Lin Huaijin didn't tie her hair today. Her smooth and loose black hair felt cool to the touch, and Lin Qing couldn't help but rub it.

She pushed him away, took his hand and went to the couch behind the screen.

Lin Qing threw a sleeping array plate to the young man leaning on the couch, letting him continue to sleep.

Then he took his brother to get down to business.

Unfortunately, Lin Huaijin was still sniffing him like a puppy, so Lin Qing had to hold his brother's head down on his neck with one hand and reach his other hand to his brother's lower abdomen.