Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

Lin Qing blinked rapidly a few times, and when he recovered he would definitely beat his brother up!

Every blink was like a butterfly touching Lin Huaijin's heart. Lin Huaijin just felt itchy, so he propped up his upper body and touched the end of his eyes again, taking the opportunity to hold his blinking eyelashes.

Lin Qing's eyes closed reflexively, and his lips just touched his eyelids. Lin Qing's eyeballs slid back and forth under his eyelids. He could neither speak nor open his eyes. He was anxious and angry and wanted to spank his brother, but he couldn't move.

I was sweating profusely.

Not wanting to watch the silent movie that had been played countless times, Lin Huaijin only felt that his brother's eyeballs were moving faster and faster under his eyelids, so he didn't let go with a malicious intent and even stuck out his tongue to lick his trembling eyelashes.

When Lin Huaijin stepped back slightly, Lin Qing's eyes suddenly opened. Her usually clear and cool eyes were rippled with anger, and the redness at the corners of her eyes made her look beautiful and flamboyant.

Seeing that his brother was almost fuming with anger, Lin Huaijin had no choice but to give up this only entertainment.

He propped himself up and turned his head to the right, watching the vine on his brother's right arm grow quietly. He flicked the leaves, but there was no movement. Bored, he turned his head back to the left and continued playing with his brother.

As long as his brother is around, Lin Huaijin can play happily and attentively, even if just holding his hand.

Lin Huaijin was tired from playing on his brother's back. He yawned, lay down and took a nap. When he woke up, the pantomime in front of him was still playing automatically. He didn't know how many times it was playing.

Lin Huaijin stretched out his arms on Lin Qing's back, relaxed his stiff upper body, hugged Lin Qing's neck with both hands, and rubbed his head against his brother's cheek, like a cat that just woke up.

The waist, abdomen and below had not been moving for a long time, and now the slightest movement would cause soreness and numbness. Lin Huaijin lay down to relieve the soreness and numbness, and tears came out of the pain.

Lin Qing was startled by the wetness on his neck. He turned his eyes around and completely forgot about the anger he had just felt and the thought of beating his brother.

Lin Huaijin rubbed his cheek against hers.

After a while, his legs and feet were finally able to move. Lin Huaijin propped himself up from his brother's back, pulled out his legs, and finally stood on the ground.

He turned to Lin Qing and looked at his brother who had been standing there like a statue for who knows how long. He circled around him a few times but didn't know how to save him.

He moved the vine on Lin Qing's right arm again, but the vine seemed to have become a decoration and there was no movement.

Lin Huaijin was helpless surrounding Lin Qing.

He couldn't leave this place, and he didn't want to be too far away from his brother. What if he couldn't get there in time for danger? He had no choice but to circle around his brother as far as he could see him.

But apart from the silent movie playing automatically in front of me, the whole place was white, with no end or height.

Lin Huaijin returned to Lin Qing in frustration and sat cross-legged at his brother's feet.

With his intelligence of more than 30 years, he couldn't think of any solution, so he should first study how to restore his brother's mobility.

Lin Huaijin didn't know why he could move on his own. What was special about him?

If there is anything special, it is that my demonic body is special. Is it because of this reason?

Lin Huaijin thought about it and decided to give it a try.

He tried to transfer spiritual power to his brother, but there was no movement of spiritual power and magic power. He fumbled to press his brother's acupoints, but there was no effect.

Lin Huaijin stood in front of his brother and lowered his head in frustration.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but I saw Lin Qing’s lips began to crack, which was due to lack of water.

Lin Huaijin thought about it, bit his finger, and prepared to try to feed his brother some of his own blood.

When Lin Qing saw the finger stretched in front of his mouth, his eyes widened, and his originally narrow eyes almost became as round almond eyes as Lin Huaijin's.

Lin Huaijin ignored the glare and stuffed his finger into his brother's mouth.

Lin Qing could move only his eyes, but his whole body could not move, not even his teeth, so the finger that Lin Huaijin inserted was blocked and could only be placed in his lips.

Lin Qing glared at his disobedient brother, and the anger that had just made him want to spank him surged up in his heart again. His originally clear and calm eyes were now filled with sparkling anger.

Seeing that this approach didn't work, Lin Huaijin took out his finger, and then used his teeth to bite the finger, which had only a small wound, creating a bigger wound.

Now the blood will flow out automatically without squeezing.

Lin Qing originally thought that he had given up this idea. His emotions, which had just calmed down, became angry again when he saw Lin Huaijin's actions.

Lin Qing's teeth were clenched and he couldn't get any blood in, so Lin Huaijin stretched his fingers to the side and smeared the blood on Lin Qing's cheek, teeth, and gums, preparing to win by quantity. Some blood would eventually flow in for his brother to drink.

When the blood stopped flowing, Lin Huaijin took out his finger, bit the wound a little bigger and fed it to his brother.

If you have no place to bite your index finger, just bite your middle finger instead.

Lin Qing's lips, which were originally cracked and pale due to lack of water, were stained red with blood.

Lin Huaijin had no choice but to resort to this option.

Lin Qing glared at the first finger, couldn't blame him at the second, and could only beg at the third.

But he had no choice. Looking at his brother who was getting paler and paler, Lin Qing's eyes were bloodshot and he was about to burst into tears.

Lin Huaijin had no place to put his five fingers on his right hand, so he started with his left hand. He bit through his left thumb and put it into his brother's mouth.

After a moment, Lin Qing fell straight back. Just as he regained consciousness, numbness and soreness swept through his whole body. Lin Qing couldn't help but breathe rapidly due to the pain. Lin Huaijin followed Lin Qing and fell forward.

The thumb was originally against the teeth, but because Lin Qing gasped and opened his teeth, the thumb slipped in and pressed on Lin Qing's slightly trembling tongue.

Both of them were stunned.

Lin Qing was sweating profusely. He endured the numbness and raised his arm to take Lin Huaijin's fingers out.

As soon as he was able to move a little, he took out the hemostatic medicine and bandaged his brother's body. Looking at the six bitten and broken fingers, Lin Qing's hands trembled as he bandaged them.

Anger and self-blame kept alternating.

I could only hold back my anger, the more I held it back, the angrier I got. I was so angry that my whole body was shaking and my eyes were red.

As expected, my younger brother still needs a beating before he feels at ease.

Lin Huaijin gave his brother a big smile: "Brother, I'm not in pain, don't be sad."

Lin Huaijin's eyes are big, black and bright, his eyes are sparkling and clear enough to drink.

After Lin Qing bandaged Lin Huaijin, he sat quietly holding her for a long time. I don't know what he was thinking. Apart from holding Lin Huaijin, he just looked at the pantomime in front of him, which he had watched hundreds of times, without moving.

Lin Huaijin took a nap in the middle of the night, and when he woke up, Lin Qing was still motionless. Lin Huaijin almost thought that his brother had turned into stone again. As soon as he raised his head to look, he was pressed down. He had to use the few remaining fingers to play with his brother's fingers.

While his brother was bandaging his wound, Lin Huaijin smeared the blood from his unbandaged finger onto the vine. Lin Qing took a look at it and grabbed his hand to speed up the bandaging process.

After watching it for hundreds of times, Lin Qing held his brother in front of him and walked into the pantomime.