my brother is not cute at all

"Actually, I already guessed it."

In the kitchen, Yang Yue folded her arms and leaned against the sliding door frame of the kitchen, watching Hou Zeqi put the dishes into the dishwasher to wash.

On Ji Wanyu's birthday, he discovered that this person's operation and consciousness in games are different from ordinary people. It is not like a pure talent, but more like a habit that has been integrated into the blood and bone marrow after systematic training.

"On my mother's birthday, I saw you pk with your cousin, and I felt that your operation and consciousness are much better than those anchors on the Internet who fish in troubled waters. I asked you at the time, and you evaded my question. Why? "

Yang Yue subconsciously stared at Hou Zeqi washing her slender fingers under the running water. His hands were beautiful, and every inch of the bones were beautifully defined, as if he was born suitable for dancing on the keys.

Such hands, if they fly over the keyboard with full aggression, like his swimming posture, aggressive like a ferocious beast, and graceful like a butterfly, it will definitely be an extremely beautiful and shocking picture ?

Yang Yue stared at his hand and pointed out God for a moment, Hou Zeqi shook off the water droplets on his hand, took out a kitchen towel to dry his hand, and his frivolous but magnetic voice rang out in a low voice.

"No reason, of course it's because I'm afraid that other people's hearts will be unbalanced."

Listening to his tone, Yang Yue knew that this person was going to start flirting again.

"If you think about it carefully, I am handsome, in good shape, of noble birth, a national first-class swimmer, and once led the top e-sports team to achieve great results at home and abroad. After retiring, I went to the UK to study in university and won Double degree, now I have established my own live broadcast platform, and there is Wanguan family business waiting for me to inherit, I am such an outstanding person, how inferior others are when they see it."

After he finished speaking, he tossed it casually, and the wet paper ball fell into the trash can precisely.

Yang Yue stared at his deep eyebrows, her complexion was like a pond of clear spring water, and she said faintly: "Excellent is quite excellent, but it's a pity that you lack one thing."

"What?" Hou Zeqi asked.

Yang Yue replied indifferently: "Face."

Hou Zeqi understood that he was blatantly saying that he was shameless, so he burst out laughing, leaned forward with a smirk and pinched half of Yang Yue's fair and juicy baby face and gently pulled it.

It's quite soft.

"Yes, I'm shameless, so how about sharing your face with mine?"

Yang Yue slapped his hand away angrily, and stared at him coldly: "I found that you owe not only your mouth, but also your hands."

"I'm the same as the outside and the inside," Hou Zeqi withdrew his hand and straightened up, teasing him persistently: "Unlike you, you have a cute face, but your personality is not cute at all."

Yang Yue laughed angrily at him: "Who am I to you? Why should I be cute to show you?"

Hou Zeqi made an inch of it: "Then what kind of person will I be if you will be cute to me?"

You have to face the person you like to be cute, right?

This was the first thought that came to Yang Yue's mind, but after thinking about it carefully, no, he is a big man, even if he acts cute in front of the person he likes, it would be quite disgusting.

Thinking of this, a chill hit his forearm, almost making goose bumps come out. "It's impossible for anyone," Yang Yue was almost caught by him, and felt a little irritated when he recovered: "How can you beep like this? You're so annoying."

He pushed the big man standing in front of him who was condescendingly watching him back half a step, gave him a warning look, turned and left.

Hou Zeqi stared at his thin but tall and straight back, and after a long time, he secretly laughed, and said to himself: "Isn't this cute too?"

Yang Yue went directly to the bathroom, took a hot shower, and dried Yang Xing's clean clothes on the balcony. When he wiped his black hair and walked into the bedroom, Yang Xing was already lying on the bed shaking The legs play the game.

"What time is it still playing games?" Yang Yue walked over and kicked the person on the bed: "Hurry up and go to sleep, I still have class tomorrow morning."

Yang Xing rolled to the side next to the wall and let out half of the bed. Yang Yue pulled the quilt away and got in. Looking over there, Yang Xing was still staring at the phone screen intently, ignoring him.

"Yang Xing, how long are you going to play? I'm going to turn off the lights, and if you mess around again, just roll on the sofa and go to sleep."

"Hey bro, wait a minute, I'm playing ranked," Yang Xing said anxiously.

Yang Yue has nothing to do with him, but it's not easy to get angry, so she can only lean over to watch.

Yang Xing's fingers are also very slender, with the skinny feeling of a teenager, flying across the screen quickly, and a series of beautiful and wonderful operations are thrown out smoothly. His operations have the unique fearlessness of this age group, Instead of pure impulsiveness and recklessness, he is meticulous in thinking, advances and retreats freely, and is several levels better than Yang Yue, a rookie who only bites the bullet and dies.

Seeing this, Yang Yue snorted coldly, and teased him with a smile: "Why are you so proficient? Is it because you don't study hard all day long, you only know how to skip classes and go to Internet cafes?"

"Who said that, I also learn, but I can't remember it," Yang Xing sighed while beating: "Knowledge doesn't go into my head, what can I do?"

"..."

"I think I'm born against learning. Instead of doing useless work, it's better to find something that suits me," Yang Xing said. He stopped what he was doing, and a golden light flashed on the screen, and the words "Victory" appeared on the screen. He threw the phone aside and asked Yang Yue mysteriously in a low voice: "Hey brother, if I don't get into a good university, how about becoming a game anchor? I'm not bragging, my skills are really good Yes, one time when I was playing on Korean server, I encountered a host playing on behalf of the host, and I single-handedly overthrew their entire team."

"Yang Xing," Yang Yue called him, and when someone stared at him with dark eyes, his voice sank a bit: "What you decide is your own business, I have no right to interfere , but there is one thing you must know, you can't think that you will love something for the rest of your life just because of a whim. Don't make easy choices."

He didn't want to pour cold water on his own brother, but he had to let him know the truth.

Yang Xing was confused when he heard it, but he understood the general meaning: "I know that not being able to get into college without working hard and not being able to get into college without working hard are two different things. Brother, don't worry, I will definitely be the one who works hard. of."

Yang Yue gave a faint "hmm", and Yang Xing smiled and moved closer and said: "Brother, why do I feel that you have changed after such a long time? You used to be able to scold people and do things, it is absolutely not Is it because you are a teacher that you will try to explain this kind of truth to me? I always feel that your temper has changed."

Yang Yue raised her eyelids and glanced at him, her voice was cold: "Then do you think it's better for me to scold you or beat you now?"

"I was wrong, I'd better advise you to calm down," Yang Xing immediately admitted.

Yang Yue was amused by his cowardly look like a puppy, and his expression relaxed a little: "Then you should quit the game and go to sleep, I'm going to turn off the lights."

"Aren't you?" Yang Xing pinched the tip of his hair that was still dripping with water and said, "Aren't you too rough? Do you go to bed without drying your hair? Thanks to your good hair quality, otherwise tomorrow will When you wake up, you will definitely become a chicken coop."

"Why do men want to be so delicate?" Yang Yue didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and directly pushed him into bed.

"Hey, wait a minute," Yang Xing struggled to get up and jumped out of bed: "I'll get a towel to help you wipe it off."

He went back quickly, knelt beside the bed with a soft and dry towel and helped Yang Yue wipe her hair, acting like a baby while wiping.

"Brother, do you have class all day tomorrow? I want to go out to play. The last class reunion went to the playground. My elder brother punished me to copy ancient Chinese at home. I was not allowed to go out for three days."

When Yang Yue heard the word "big brother", she trembled uncontrollably in the depths of her pupils, and then asked after a while: "Do you want to go to the playground?"

"I want to go!" Yang Xing said: "Brothers from other people often play ball and games together. You and I haven't played together since we were young. I want to go out with you."

The eyeballs of the two brothers are like Ji Wanyu's, the pupils are very dark, and the dark ones can reflect a little bit of bright streamer under the light, which looks moist and innocent. Coupled with Yang Xing's small expression now, it looks a bit pitiful Xixi.

Yang Yue's heart softened immediately: "Let's wait until the day after tomorrow. I only have one part-time class the day after tomorrow, so I postponed it in advance."

The movements of Yang Xing's hands paused, then cheered, picked up Yang Yue and kissed him resoundingly on the face: "Okay! Brother, I love you!"

Yang Yue frowned immediately, and punched him into the pillow: "Hurry up and go to bed!"

In the dead of night, when Yang Yue was woken up by Yang Xing's menacing slap in his sleep for the third time and was squeezed precariously to the side of the bed, he was finally irritated successfully.

He jumped out of bed, and slapped Yang Xing loudly three times in the face.

People did not wake up.

Very good, Yang Yue went to the closet and found a blanket, and came to the sofa in the living room with a suffocating fire.

Outside the window was the sound of rain, the shadows of the trees were shaking, and the bone-piercing chill made him feel a little chilly all over. He tightened the blanket and curled himself up into a small ball to keep warm.

At zero o'clock, Hou Zeqi, who got off the live broadcast, came to the living room to drink water, slapped away the dim light strip, and a small human head was exposed under a pile of blankets on the sofa, which almost scared his heart rate soared to [-] on the spot.

He shook his hand, and the water glass with a 999 sterling silver liner slammed on the coffee table with a bang, and the small lump of blanket on the sofa shuddered, and he sat up and flung a fierce and sharp eye knife.

"My ancestor, what are you doing on the sofa in the middle of the night?" Hou Zeqi held the water glass steady, and after seeing Yang Yue's fair and graceful face, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yang Xing slapped me three times while he was asleep. If I don't come out, he will kick me down." Yang Yue's air pressure sounded extremely low, as if she was full of anger.

Hou Zeqi contemplated the picture in his mind, and suddenly smiled softly: "Is he sleeping so dishonestly?"

Yang Yue was noncommittal, and irritatedly pulled back her black and straight hair, revealing a smooth and full forehead like white porcelain.

"Then don't sleep here," Hou Zeqi walked over and lifted his blanket: "It's small and hard, and it's quite cold. Your back will be sore when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Yang Yue's hair-trapping hands slid down the back of her head, she held her neck stiffly and looked at him, her dark eyes were filled with bewilderment.

Hou Zeqi patted his leg: "You go to sleep on my bed."

"Then... where do you sleep?" Yang Yue's mind obviously slowed down a bit.

Hou Zeqi said: "My big bed is not enough for two people to squeeze together?"

Two people……

Yang Yue thought of something, and turned her head uncomfortably: "Forget it, I'll just make do with the sofa for one night."

As he said, he stretched out his hand to pull the blanket, and Hou Zeqi held him down in time: "How can that be done? You have class tomorrow morning, so you have to rest well, be obedient, and go to my bed."

"No, I'm not that delicate, I..."

"Aren't you going?" Hou Zeqi interrupted him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth raised a different kind of deep meaning: "Then I carried you in?"

"I'm a light sleeper, I'm afraid you'll make noise... Hey you—!"

Yang Yue wanted to struggle again, but Hou Zeqi had already picked up his waist with one hand, like stealing a child, he carried him on his shoulders with ease, lifted his legs and walked towards the house.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Yue experienced a whirlwind, and when she came back to her senses, she was picked up by someone with her head and feet down, her stomach resting on Hou Zeqi's shoulders.

"You let me go!" Yang Yue was annoyed, her two white legs under the shorts dangled and struggled.

"Hush," Hou Zeqi raised his hand and patted his buttocks, warning in a low voice: "Don't shout, it's your brother who sleeps in the bedroom, I won't be responsible for waking him up."

Yang Yue remained silent for a few seconds: "..."

Hou Zeqi's kingsize is very low, more like a soft tatami mat. The moment Yang Yue was gently thrown on it, her body seemed to be plunged into a huge sense of security. A fluffy cloud, soft to the touch, let him relax all of a sudden.

It feels so weird.

Yang Yue stared at Hou Zeqi's tall figure looking down at her against the light, and suddenly felt that this scene was like the domineering male lead in an idol drama throwing the silly, white and sweet female lead like a lamb to be slaughtered. On the bed, the two of them were about to start an extremely anticipated taboo drama.

It's just that this gender is not quite right. Not only is he not stupid, but he also has a tough little iron fist.

"Go to sleep," Hou Zeqi said with a smile on his brows against the light, "I'll go get some water and come in right away."

"I didn't take my shoes," Yang Yue muttered softly.

"Then I'll bring it in for you later," Hou Zeqi said, then turned and left.

Yang Yue stared at his tall and straight back and walked out the door, wrapped herself in the thin and soft silk quilt.

It's so soft, do young masters from rich families sleep in such comfortable beds?

Gently sniffing, there is still a faint scent of sandalwood and rose on the bedding, which is low-key and high-end.

It smells so good, do men have to live so delicately?

Just as she was thinking, there was a sound of opening and closing the door, Yang Yue quickly closed her eyes and shrunk herself into a small ball.

A piece of the mattress behind him sank slightly, and the silk was lifted and dropped, and then a faint scent of sea salt cypress shower gel came from behind accompanied by warm body temperature. He knew that Hou Zeqi had returned, Then he moved cautiously to the side of the bed.

This move was noticed by the people behind him, Hou Zeqi silently curled the corners of his lips where he couldn't see, raised his hand and turned off the floor lamp at hand.

"Go to sleep, good night."

The night is like thick ink, covering the surroundings in a quiet darkness, losing vision, and other senses of the body seem to become particularly sensitive.

Yang Yue's hair carried a little bit of the fragrance of honey shampoo, lingering on the tip of Hou Zeqi's nose, like some kind of soft catalyst, provoking an inexplicable itch in his heart, causing the nerves in his brain to suddenly itch. Be active.

It's so strange that a child who is obviously cold can have such a soft smell on his body.

Hou Zeqi thought about it, and sighed silently in his heart.

It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.