my brother is not cute at all

The crisp cracking sound shocked Yang Yue as if she had just woken up from a big dream!

The shattered pieces of porcelain slammed down from the top of the skull like a sharp giant sword, cutting a gap in the dusty memory.

The porcelain bottle is broken?

He stared down at the white porcelain fragments all over the floor, his mind went blank, and his violently trembling body moved like a conditioned reflex.

Hou Zeqi thought that Yang Yue was not wearing shoes, and just about to push him out of the door, the shadow in front of him squatted down like lightning!

"what are you doing?!"

Seeing Yang Yue kneeling on the ground, using both hands to put together the pieces of broken porcelain on the ground indiscriminately, Hou Zeqi's pupils trembled, and he stretched out his hand to pull him with a loud roar.

Yang Yue's white palm was scratched by the sharp tile, and blood oozes instantly, but he covered the gathered pieces with both hands as if he didn't feel any pain!

Hou Zeqi was stunned by his sudden actions, he grabbed the thin wrist and pulled him away forcefully: "Let go, don't touch it with your hands!"

"Can't...can't be broken..."

Yang Yue seemed to be deaf, his ears were buzzing, he stared at the pile of blood-stained broken porcelain and struggled violently, his pale lips were still muttering something.

What can't be broken?

Hou Zeqi's sword-like brows were lowered down, and his heart seemed to be strangled by a steel rope.

What the hell is he talking about?

"What? What are you talking about?" He noticed Yang Yue's sudden abnormality, and he pulled his shoulders hard and shook him slightly, as if trying to wake him up from his out-of-control state.

"Don't touch me! I don't look, I don't want to look..."

Yang Yue, however, was like a frightened wild beast, she suddenly pushed him away, covered her face, her chest heaved violently because of her heavy and rapid breathing, fine cold sweat soaked the black hair on his forehead, palms The glaring blood seeped more and more, dripping down the fingers.

A sore and suffocating feeling came to Hou Zeqi's heart, he moved over gently, put his hand on the top of his black hair, and stroked it gently.

"Xiaoyue, calm down, it's me," his voice was like a soothing xylophone, gently echoing in Yang Yue's ears and tapping on his eardrums: "Look at me, I'm your brother."

Yang Yue seemed to have regained some consciousness suddenly, her body froze, and the violent ups and downs on her back gradually weakened.

"It's me, can you let go of your hand, Xiaoyue?"

The panting sound weakened, Yang Yue's tense body was exhausted, and her hands loosened as if she was out of strength.

Hou Zeqi gently but firmly opened his hand: "Don't be afraid, brother is here, look at me."

The scalding blood stained his face messily, and the glaring redness and fragile paleness were intertwined, which was particularly shocking.

Yang Yue raised her face slowly, her skin was white, her eyebrows were black, her blood-stained face seemed to have fallen into the long river of time, it became young and immature little by little, and then it clearly emerged from the water, completely different from the face full of blood back then. The children of blood gradually overlapped.

In an instant, it was as if a giant ship hit an iceberg with a dull bang, and countless sharp pieces of ice pierced into his chest. Absurd question - is that you?

Did I meet you again by accident?

But how could there be such an absurd coincidence in the vast and vast sea of ​​people in this world?

Yang Yue quietly looked at the person in front of him in the short and silent air, and then suddenly there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and then his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he slumped forward.

He put his face on Hou Zeqi's shoulder, his hoarse voice trembled slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Brother."

Hou Zeqi came back to his senses after realizing it, heaved a sigh of relief, raised his hand and patted his back lightly, one after another.

"I am here."

They squatted next to each other in the dark kitchen by guarding a pile of broken tiles, through the thin fabric of the pajamas, the temperature on Yang Yue's cheeks scorched Hou Zeqi's shoulders scalding hot.

Then the doorbell rang to break the moment of tenderness, it was his personal doctor Chen Ang who came.

Hou Zeqi led Yang Yue out of the kitchen to open the door. Chen Ang, who came to the door in the middle of the night, was shocked by the blood stained on his shoulder as soon as he entered the door. Then he turned his head and saw the blood-stained child on the sofa, gasping in fright Air conditioning, if Hou Zeqi hadn't grabbed his fur collar at the critical moment, he would have rushed out the door if he raised his leg.

After entering the room and opening the medicine box, he ordered Hou Zeqi to wet a clean towel, and began to check the injury on Yang Yue's palm.

"It's okay, it's just some flesh wounds, no muscles, bones or blood vessels are injured, and there is no debris in the wound. I will help him bandage it, and be careful not to touch the water for two days."

Chen Ang pushed his glasses, glanced at Yang Yue who had already wiped her face, and felt strange. Last time, she did a somersault with the inner heightening pad, and this time she pressed such a sharp piece of porcelain with her hand, which obviously looked long. A child who is quite clever, why is his brain not so good?

After cleaning, disinfecting, applying medicine, and bandaging, he meticulously treated the wound on his hand, then took the thermometer handed over by Hou Zeqi, sighed and shook his head: "The fever is too severe, taking medicine alone is not enough, Need a fever-reducing shot."

Hou Zeqi glanced at Yang Yue, who had already burned out and was unconscious. His breathing was short and heavy, his lips were bloodless, and his pale and haggard face was now stained with an abnormal blush. And trembling unbearably, like a fragile butterfly, as if falling a light and fluttering feather can crush it in an instant.

"Okay, let's fight. I'll wet the towel and help him physically cool down later," he frowned slightly with his thick, sword-like eyebrows, picked up the towel at hand and stood up.

A hand wrapped in gauze grabbed his wrist the moment he took a step.

"Don't go."

The weak and hoarse voice was interspersed with heavy panting, Hou Zeqi turned around when he heard the sound, Yang Yue's eyelids, which were still trembling in a coma just now, had been slowly lifted, and they were looking at him with a pale and fragile light.

"I won't go, I'll help you wet the towel," Hou Zeqi almost gently opened his hand: "Let Dr. Chen give you an injection first, I'll be back soon."

Instead of letting go, Yang Yue gripped even tighter: "Don't go."

It was obviously a soft nasal voice, but it sounded as domineering and tough as an order, which made people laugh and cry.

Hou Zeqi was afraid that he would hurt the wound on his hand, so he immediately compromised helplessly: "Okay, I won't go, you let go first, your hand will ooze blood like this."

Yang Yue dragged him back to the bed, and then obediently let go.

"If you don't want to leave, don't leave. The needle hurts a bit. You have to hold him down." Chen Ang skillfully drew the medicine into the syringe, and ordered: "Help him take off his pants."

Hou Zeqi followed suit.

The cold alcohol cotton ball touched the scorching skin, and Yang Yue's whole body was itchy. A soft hum came out of her nasal cavity, and her muscles tensed subconsciously.

Hou Zeqi hugged him, patted his back with his palm, and whispered in his ear: "Relax, you will hurt like this."

When the words fell, Chen Ang stuck the needle into the muscle unexpectedly, and Yang Yue bit Hou Zeqi's shoulder hard!

"hiss!"

Little bastard, actually biting someone?

Hou Zeqi gasped, and Chen Ang immediately gave him a contemptuous glance: "It's okay for those who got stabbed, what's your name?"

i fuck...

Or would you like to experience the feeling of being bitten?

After one injection, a bright red and neat tooth mark was clearly left in Hou Zeqi's shoulder socket. He not only swallowed his anger, but also took the cotton ball from Chen Ang's hand, and gently pressed it on Yang Yue's small piece, which was as white as a sheep. On the shiny skin like fat jade, it prevents the bleeding from the needle eye.

Chen Ang prescribed some medicine, told him to say goodbye after a while, Hou Zeqi sent him away, and busily began to tidy up the ancestor who was curled up on the bed.

It is true to say that it is cleaned up.

He took a small basin of clean warm water and brought it into the room. Yang Yue's slightly heavy breathing had become even, and it seemed that the strength of the medicine had come on. He quietly curled up under the quilt and fell asleep, like a lump of soft small bread.

Hou Zeqi wet the towel, gently dug him out of the quilt, then untied the soft cotton pajamas, and gently lifted him up from the soft pillow.

"Ancestor, let me tell you first, I'm not taking advantage of others' danger, you begged me."

The top was off, and the warm yellow light coated the white and delicate skin like jade porcelain with a layer of furry honey. From Yang Yue's slender neck, thin shoulders, and slender waist, there was no line that was not tight. It is really smooth, and the long-term practice of dancing has made his muscular outlines reflect light and dark intertwined light and shadow under the shadow of the lamp, which is as beautiful as a finely crafted work of art.

After all, Hou Zeqi was at a young age, when he met such a body that was crazy about his own aesthetics, it was inevitable that some blood surged up, and waves of tumbling heat ran through his limbs, he closed his eyes, The dry Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Calm down, he is not lustful, he is appreciating art.

After self-hypnosis, he breathed a sigh of relief, and helped someone wipe his body bit by bit, as gently as if he was caring for a precious collection.

"You little heartless little one, how come you feed so much and don't know how to grow some meat," Hou Zeqi muttered with a low smile, "Look at you, you're skinny, with your thin waist, thin arms, and narrow back." , is it to save cloth for the country?"

Yang Yue in her sleep didn't know if she thought it was noisy, so she let out a dazed "hmm".

Hou Zeqi smiled. He washed the towel, wiped it down along the thin waistline, and visually measured Yang Yue's waistline. He covered it from the wristline to the slender fingertips, almost spanning the entire diameter. This is amazing. The fineness, I am afraid that you don't need arms, but you can hold it tightly with only two hands.

Hou Zeqi felt a little hot in his heart.

He also took off Yang Yue's loose pajama pants, and continued to mutter: "Come on, let's wipe your legs again. Let's make an agreement first that you will only wipe your lower body to your legs, and I won't touch any more private places."

Yang Yue seemed to be annoyed by tossing around, twisted her body slightly, and let out a low moan.

"It's useless to be coquettish. If you don't touch it, you don't touch it. They are all men with blood and vigor. You can also be considerate of me, okay?"

Yang Yue gave a low "um", as if she agreed, Hou Zeqi heaved a sigh of relief, and when she got wet and folded the towel back, Yang Yue suddenly raised her leg and kicked her chest!

"Hey, why are you so reckless?"

Hou Zeqi reacted quickly and grabbed his thin and fair ankle in time.

His skeleton is much smaller than that of ordinary boys, and he can wrap it around with one hand. His ankle joints are softer than ordinary people because of dancing practice, and his Achilles tendons are as thin as a feline with excellent jumping ability, exuding deadly sharpness. And temptation / temptation.

Hou Zeqi glanced down and caught a glimpse of the black tattoo printed on his ankle. The lifelike cat had a full side face, round and lively eyes, and there seemed to be a small bell hanging on its neck.

Bells?

He squinted his eyes to observe the lines on the bell carefully, and more and more absurd questions emerged in his mind.

Why is there a bell like this on it?Why are their facial features stained with blood so alike?Why did Ji Wanyu ask him about the pendant in the car?Is all this a coincidence?

An outright chill climbed up his limbs like a cold ghost, and penetrated into the bone marrow, making him tremble slightly along with his body in the depths of his pupils.

The towel in his hand had dissipated the remaining warmth, Hou Zeqi frowned and thought for a moment, then finally threw the towel into the sink, went to the balcony and made a call.

Yang Xing's brisk voice quickly came from the other end: "Hey brother? Why are you still up so late?"

"Yang Xing, I have a question to ask you." Hou Zeqi's voice sank to his bones like the air pressure in his body: "Did your brother fall off a mountain when he was young? Or drowned?"

"My brother, how do you know? My brother fell off the rockery in Luyuan Park and fell into the water when he was 9 years old. It was still winter, and his head was covered with blood. He was unconscious in the hospital because of drowning. For a week, I almost didn't save him."

"If you don't believe me, you can touch it. There are still scars on his scalp, and it will be obvious when his hair is short."

The author says:

Finally off the horse!Here my brother has a stress response to the broken porcelain products, don't worry, the next chapter will explain the reason~