After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

Chang Jiao lowered her head, sniffed Qiao Ying's skirt with the tip of her nose, and accurately identified the smell that did not belong to Qiao Ying.

"Who did my brother go to barbecue with? The smell of barbecue is all over his clothes." He shrugged his nose, "It smells so good."

Qiao Ying moved uncomfortably, "Let go of me."

In the dark, relying on him not being able to see himself, Chang Jiao didn't loosen his arms as promised, but tightened them even more, and said firmly, "No."

His head came from behind and rested on Qiao Ying's shoulder, and his hot breath sprayed on the exposed skin between the opponent's shoulders and neck.

"Brother, why did you come back? I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you never came back."

Qiao Ying paused, "Didn't I send you a message?"

Chang Jiao was extremely aggrieved, "Brother... How can that count? You didn't tell me yourself, and didn't you say that you would be back soon? Why did I wait so long for you to come back."

Qiao Ying couldn't bear him holding her like this, especially the skin on the shoulder and neck, which was scorching hot like being burned, and the heat was astonishing.

"Chang Jiao, let me go, I'm going to take a shower."

Chang Jiao yelled coquettishly, "Brother..."

Qiao Ying patted his hand lightly, and her tone was not half joking, "Let go."

Chang Jiao reluctantly let go.

Qiao Ying got up and turned on the desk lamp. Chang Jiao was sitting on the edge of his bed in a dark blue silk pajamas, the neckline was slightly stretched, and he looked straight at Qiao Ying.

"Brother, you came back so late today. I've been waiting for you for so long." Chang Jiao's eyes were full of accusations. He took the watch on the bedside and showed Qiao Ying the time on it, "Brother Look, it's almost eleven o'clock."

Qiao Ying felt a little helpless, so she had to say, "Then I'll take you with me next time."

Chang Jiao's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really?"

Qiao Ying nodded, "Really, I'll take you with me next time, I'm going to take a shower, you go to bed first."

Chang Jiao nodded and watched him walk into the bathroom with pajamas and underwear.

Chang Jiao didn't go to bed first, there was a small bookshelf in the room, he randomly picked a book from it, and leaned against the bedside to read it slowly.

After a few glances, he realized that he had read this book before, and it was a famous fairy tale book abroad.

Chang Jiao's interest in the book itself is not much, and now that he has read this book, he can't put much focus on it. It seems that he is reading the book seriously, but in fact, his peripheral vision is on the bathroom door .

After a while, the bathroom door opened, and Qiao Ying came out from inside.

Chang Jiao immediately put away the book in his hand and called out, "Brother."

Qiao Ying tilted her head, "What's the matter?" He closed the bathroom door behind his back, walked towards the bed, and reached out to turn off the desk lamp, but was stopped by Chang Jiao.

Chang Jiao looked at him and reminded, "Brother's hair hasn't been dried yet, so sleeping with wet hair can cause headaches."

The time was close to 11:30, which already surpassed Qiao Ying's previous sleep time. His living habits were very regular, and he seldom had midnight snacks or stayed up late.

Qiao Ying was already very sleepy, she shook her head, "It will be done soon, I want to sleep."

It was rare for this sentence to have a hint of submissiveness, but Chang Jiao shook his head firmly, with a slight condemnation in his eyes.

"How can this work, my brother is sitting here, and I will help you get the hair dryer."

Qiao Ying couldn't resist him, so she sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

Chang Jiao went to get the hair dryer, turned it on, turned on the hot air with the lowest power, and blow it slowly on Qiao Ying's hair.

His hands moved gently through Qiao Ying's hair, and a little bit of dampness was blown away by the warm hot wind. His hair gradually became fluffy, smooth and tender, and it felt good in the hand. Chang Jiao's hand picked up his black hair A small strand of dark red hair was highlighted and dyed, which was blown out a long time ago, and the color still exists today. It is a darker color and is usually hidden in black hair. be seen.

Chang Jiao's movements were so gentle that Qiao Ying could hardly feel his movements, and the whistling wind could be heard next to his ears.

Chang Jiao stopped after blowing everything warm and dry, turned off the hair dryer, carefully helped Qiao Ying, who was already half asleep, to lie on the bed, and walked around him to turn off the light.

Chang Jiao was about to pull back when he was suddenly pulled, and his body sank defenselessly, almost crushing Qiao Ying.

In a hurry, he propped himself up with his hands, carefully avoiding it, and lay down on another pillow before he said in surprise: "Brother, why did you pull me suddenly, almost..."

He swallowed the next few words before he could utter them, and his whole body froze completely.

Chang Jiao's body froze, with nowhere to place her hands, and she hesitated in the air for a while before carefully going down and hugging Qiao Ying who rolled into her arms automatically.

He yelled in disbelief, "Brother..."

Qiao Ying didn't respond, Chang Jiao breathed a sigh of relief almost immediately, and quietly hugged Qiao Ying's shoulder.

He thought Qiao Ying was awake just now, and his whole body froze from fright.

He dared to hug Qiao Ying secretly when he was asleep, and even dared to kiss him secretly, but he didn't dare at all when the other party was awake. Hug gently, not to mention tenderness.

But in the past, Chang Jiao coaxed Qiao Ying to roll into his arms when he was fast asleep, and the postures were basically curled up together, or they were hugged from behind.

This was the first time that Qiao Ying rolled in by herself, with her hands lying on the sheet, her head almost resting in Chang Jiao's arms.

Chang Jiao's breathing was stagnant, and his chest was warm, and something was put in unexpectedly, filling his entire heart, without even a single extra gap.

Chang Jiao rested his chin on Qiao Ying's head, and naturally couldn't see Qiao Yingxi's eyelashes trembling slightly the moment he was hugged.

006 looked at it for a while, and asked: [The detection system shows that your emotions are not quite right, and, how could you...]

He didn't say the latter words, knowing that Qiao Ying knew what the latter meant.

Qiao Ying moved and raised her face so that she could breathe smoothly.

He opened his eyes, saw Chang Jiao who had fallen asleep clearly through the reflected light, blinked, and closed his eyes again.

[006, can't you check the life of the host?Why are you like 008, asking me everything. 】

He was right, 006 was indeed able to look into his life, and probably determined that it was the event that caused Qiao Ying's emotional changes.

Qiao Ying closed her eyes quietly, her hair brushed against her cheeks, the temperature was soft and warm, and the heat has not dissipated until now.

Once upon a time, it seemed to be the same.

Most of Qiao Ying's memories of more than ten years ago have been blurred, let alone more than ten years ago in the real world, adding up to more than twenty years ago.

He was very thin at that time, not as tall as he is now, he should be eleven or twelve years old, but he looks only eight or nine years old, looks very small.

He had just escaped from a cage and hid in a community park in a nearby high-end residential area. It was raining heavily, and he didn't have an umbrella, so he could only sit on a park bench with his legs wet and shiver.

The sound of heavy rain blurred the sound of footsteps and calls. Qiao Ying noticed that the rain on his head had stopped at some point, and he raised his head in a daze, only to realize that it wasn't the rain that stopped, but someone helped him to cover the seemingly endless cruel wind and rain.

The black long-handled umbrella in Xie Xu's hand was all tilted to his head, and his body was drenched instead. He lowered his head silently and looked at him.

After a long while, he sighed slightly, leaned down and hugged Qiao Ying, held him tightly in his arms, and walked firmly towards his apartment step by step.

He helped Qiao Ying set up the bath water at a suitable temperature, changed his wet clothes, wrapped him up in a clean, large towel that smelled of sunshine, and carried him to the bed.

Qiao Ying curled up motionless under the quilt, Xie Xu took a hair dryer to help him dry his hair, and then carefully hugged him into bed together.

He sang a lullaby in a slightly husky voice, almost humming by the end.

Qiao Ying was half asleep and half awake, and could feel someone gently rubbing his head, as if treating a treasure.

He heard a soft good night.

Then Xie Xu got out of bed, helped him pull the quilt, and retreated lightly.

That was Qiao Ying's most peaceful sleep in her entire childhood. She didn't dream or wake up in the middle of the night, and she slept until dawn.

This scene is very similar to now, but not exactly the same.

In the past, it was the elder brother who treated the younger brother, but now it is different. Qiao Ying curled up in Chang Jiao's arms, still feeling at ease.

Qiao Ying seemed to have a dream every time he recalled something from a long time ago.

He opened his eyes in bewilderment, and what he saw was a piece of clavicle skin that was so fair that it hadn't seen the sun all year round.

Qiao Ying was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously struggled backwards. The loose hands on his waist, shoulders and neck sensed his intention to break free, and pulled him back firmly in his sleep with a sudden force. .

Chang Jiao muttered vaguely, "Brother, don't make trouble, sleep well..."

Qiao Ying was hugged firmly in his arms, she was really stunned, and it took a while to react.

Why hasn't Chang Jiao left yet?Why are you still in his bed?

Qiao Ying's eyes turned aside, the sky was already bright outside the window, and even a little bit of Phnom Penh revealed by the sunrise could be vaguely seen.

The sun is almost up.

Qiao Ying blinked, took a breath, and lowered her voice, "Chang Jiao, wake up."

Chang Jiao was called out a few times by him, and he half-raised his eyelids and looked down, "Hmm... brother? What's wrong?"

Qiao Ying met his sleepy eyes, and asked expressionlessly, "Chang Jiao, why are you still in my bed?"

Chang Jiao reacted belatedly, looked up and looked out the window, the sky was bright, he lowered his head again, with a touch of annoyance on his face, "What should I do, brother, it's dawn, you can't go through the door, you will be found."

He paused for a moment, then suggested in a low voice: "Otherwise, if not, I'll turn over the balcony and go back, brother, okay?"

Qiao Ying glanced at him and sat up on the bed. Chang Jiao was half asleep and half awake before, and kept his arms around him. Now that he is awake, his hands are loosened, feeling that his embrace has become empty.

Qiao Ying glanced at the phone, it was only 05:30, he rubbed his head, "No, you don't have to come over the balcony again." He paused for two seconds, thinking about something, and then said: "Go out through the door, seven The live broadcast started at [-]:[-] p.m., and the camera should be blocked right now."

Chang Jiao also sat up from the bed and nodded obediently, "Okay." He raised the corners of his lips and his eyes were also curved. It was very pleasing to watch this scene when he got up early in the morning.

Chang Jiao took a few glances at him, and the base of his ears turned slightly red. He carefully stretched out his hand, and pulled his loose skirt back together. His round shoulders and delicate collarbone were put back under the pajamas.

"...Brother, the button is loose."

His pupils became darker, and he resisted the urge to swallow his saliva. His slender eyelashes drooped, perfectly covering the meaning in his pupils, and he looked obedient and obedient.

Qiao Ying lowered her head and reached out to fasten the first button again.

"I'll go back first, brother, see you later."

Chang Jiao lifted one side of the quilt, put on the slippers he was wearing when he came here, smiled at Qiao Ying, turned around and opened the door to go out.

As soon as Chang Jiao opened the door, he raised his eyes and was caught off guard by the person outside the door.

His hand on the doorknob tightened for a moment, and a certain emotion appeared on his expressionless face. He paused at the door for two seconds, and the corners of his lips curled up, provocative and showing off at the same time.

'Look, I've said it all, I can stay with my brother aboveboard. '