my brother is not cute at all

The high fever made Yang Yue's nerves extremely tense in sleep, his breathing was heavy and difficult, his eyelashes were shaking uncomfortably, and even his lips lost moisture due to the heat, becoming shriveled and fragile.

In a trance, he felt a hand gently stroking his scalp soaked in cold sweat, and the gentle way gradually relaxed his tense nerves.

So comfortable.

He leaned his head closer, and the scent of the clean shower gel after the bath mixed with the warm body temperature, precipitated a natural softness, which made him feel at ease.

There was a soft and fluffy touch by his ear, and then the soft and fluffy thing jumped onto his chest, meowing.

who is it?

Yang Yue tried her best to lift her eyelids that were heavy with lead, and vaguely saw a snow-white shadow squatting on his chest, feeling his gaze, the little hairball finally turned her head to look at him.

snowball? !

He was a little surprised, but more delighted: "Snowball, is it really you?"

The silver bell jingled crisply, and the snowball swished out of his chest.

"Where are you going?" Yang Yue was in a hurry, struggling to get up, and chased after that snow-white figure.

Pushing open the half-covered door, what came into view was some old stairs, and the dark red carpet that had spread out had faded, so he chased down the stairs.

Halfway through the run, there was a sudden sound of a broken porcelain vase in the living room downstairs!

--Snapped!

He was shocked!The pupils instantly dilated to the limit!

Immediately afterwards, Snowball's hoarse howl came from the living room, and he rushed down without thinking!

The celadon vase collected on the ancient shelf lay torn apart on the ground, and there were splashes of porcelain everywhere. He looked up and saw Yang Yu in the living room holding the flesh on the back of Xueqiu's neck, staring over with cold eyes.

"Brother," he opened his mouth, but his voice was trembling.

Strange, is this his own voice?Why do you sound younger?

"Your cat broke the celadon vase collected by grandma," Yang Yu's voice was low and hoarse, as if a mountain rain was about to come.

"I know," he nodded with some fear: "I... can pay, can you let it go first?"

"Compensation?" Yang Yu sneered: "What do you pay for? Can you afford it?"

He couldn't afford it, but he also couldn't see Xueqiu struggling so painfully in Yang Yu's hands. All the hair on its tail was blown off, its toes spread out like flower petals out of fear, and its body was writhing unbearably. The hoarse and miserable cry hit his eardrums, causing his liver and gallbladder to tremble slightly with a howl that was louder than the other.

At this time, Yang Yang came out of the kitchen with a smile, his eyes filled with gloom: "I told you not to let you take this restless thing home and raise it, but you didn't listen. Grandma's jade bracelet last time It was also broken, right? Hmph, let’s get rid of this kind of disaster as soon as possible, otherwise no matter how valuable the house is, it won’t be able to resist being ruined like this.”

dispose of?How to deal with it?

Yang Yue's breath trembled uncontrollably, he took several breaths desperately, and then whispered: "I can pay the IOU for the celadon bottle, and I can lock the cat in the house to prevent it from running around. Brother, if you have anything to do, rush I'm coming, don't get angry at it, I beg you."

Yang Yu sneered: "You promised so last time, didn't it also come out?"

Yang Yue was dumbfounded for a moment, he bit his lip, lowered his eyes to look at the fragments on the ground, his heart was as desperate as falling into an ice cave.

Yang Yang walked over with a smile, and wrote lightly: "Since it can't be closed, then cut off its feet."

No!

Yang Yue raised her head, her pupils dilated suddenly!

"do not want!"

His ending sound changed, and he stepped on the tiles on the ground and rushed over desperately, reaching out to grab the cat from Yang Yu's hand!During the hysterical struggle, Xueqiu kicked out deep and shallow bloodstains on the arms of the two.

Yang Yu couldn't bear it anymore, and threw the snowball to Yang Yang in a rage: "You handle it."

"Brother, don't! Don't kill it! I beg you, don't kill it!"

He shouted hoarsely and struggled desperately, but Yang Yu picked up his collar and threw him aside!

The palm was cut by a sharp piece of porcelain, and he crawled over as if he didn't feel pain and cried, "Brother, I beg you, please let it go! Don't kill it!"

The head as small as a snowball fist was smashed against the wall!A sharp scream shattered in its throat, and its struggling limbs slowly went limp.

"Snowball!" Yang Yue got the strength from somewhere, bumped Yang Yu away and rushed to snatch Snowball and protect it in her arms!

Fortunately, it is not dead!he is alive!

There was a burning pain in the scalp!Yang Yu pulled his hair and picked him up and threw him to the ground!He held the snowball tightly and rolled around on the debris-strewn floor, the sharp tiles pierced into the skin and cut the flesh.

"Huh...huh..."

He was trembling with pain, and in the next second, his hands were severed, and Snowball was caught off guard!

"Brother don't—"

"Meow!!!"

"--what!!!!"

There was a splash of blood!Snowball let out a sharp howl in a coma!

Yang Yue hugged her head and shouted together!The shrill screams in the ears tore through the air like sharp arrows, and rushed to the sky!The tone of the ending sound is as sharp as the tip of a knife scraping through a copper wall!The flying sparks burned everything around them, turning the scene in front of them into a dazzling crimson!

Countless grotesque scenes were instantly stained with a layer of blood shadows, they were ferocious and twisted, like evil spirits rushing into the depths of the eardrums and howling in shock!The next moment, it seemed as if a giant warm hand appeared invisible and attached to his eyelids——

The world fell into darkness wrapped in warm currents.

"never mind."

In the haze, it seemed that someone had dropped sporadic light kisses on his ears, and whispered something.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

who are you?

In the chaotic darkness, he seemed to see that glowing white figure leaping toward him with open arms again.

After that, the world fell into an extreme silence...

The sun is rising, and the sky is bright.

Yang Yue slowly fluttered her eyelashes in the faint morning light, and lifted her heavy eyelids.

The surroundings were silent, and the morning sunlight leaked into the room through the gaps in the curtains, extending a straight and bright light strip on the wooden floor.He propped up his body, the bones all over his body were like a loose iron frame soaked in acid water and rusted, sore and weak.

So thirsty, so tired, so uncomfortable.

Yang Yue brushed her hair back, her fingertips inadvertently touched the thin scar on her scalp, but her body was startled suddenly as if she had reacted to something.

Before he had time to think about it, he jumped out of bed like the wind and blew out the door!

No, not in the living room, not in the kitchen!Not in the restaurant, not in the study, not even in his own room!

Where did you go?Where did it go?Did you go out early in the morning?

Yang Yue stumbled around the room, and when he passed the bathroom, he finally heard the faint sound of water coming from inside. Before he had time to think, he opened the door of the bathroom——

A hazy and muscular figure was outlined in the bath screen, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. The muscle lines of the whole body were tight and smooth, and the light and shade were distinct in the steaming mist. Even the skin was white and shiny ivory.

Hearing the sound, Hou Zeqi wiped the water off his face and turned his head, a little surprised: "Yo, you woke up so early?"

Falling into a dilemma, Yang Yue opened her mouth in embarrassment, and let out an extremely dull and short "um".

Hou Zeqi didn't think much, opened the bath screen and waved at him: "Come here, let me see if your fever has subsided."

"You..." Yang Yue cursed inwardly, hesitating, looking all the way down the mermaid line of his strong pectoral and abdominal muscles, and then the blue veins on the forehead twitched uncontrollably, and said through gritted teeth: "Do you want to go first?" Cover up?"

Hou Zeqi glanced down in bewilderment, snorted, pulled a bath towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around his waist, and walked over slowly.

Beeping while walking: "Why are there so many problems? You deliberately picked my bath time to barge in. I thought you wanted to see it on purpose."

i fuck...

I rarely look at yours?

Yang Yue felt that her chest, which was not breathing smoothly, suddenly became more oppressed, and muttered in a low voice: "Is there anything to see, it's not like I don't have it."

Hou Zeqi just chuckled, raised his hand to brush away the broken hair on his forehead, and put his palm against the smooth and full forehead to test the temperature.

"Why is it still so hot? Are you still uncomfortable?"

Yang Yue shook her head, then nodded again, still looking a bit sleepy.

"I'll take your temperature in a while, and if it's not 38 degrees 5, I'll call Chen Ang to come over and give you a fever-reducing injection." After he finished speaking, he thought of something else: "Do you have class today? Otherwise, you can ask for leave and stay at home." have a rest."

"Not in the morning, the performances are all over, and I haven't rehearsed for a while, so I can relax for a while," Yang Yue said.

"That's good," Hou Zeqi stroked his smooth hair, "Take a good rest, take a few days off and recuperate at home."

Yang Yue nodded, then raised her head and asked, "What about you?"

"Huh?" Hou Zeqi didn't understand.

Yang Yue: "Are you going out? Are you coming back at noon?"

That's what it meant.

Hou Zeqi secretly laughed in his heart, he didn't expect this little boy to be surprisingly clingy when he was sick, it seems that a proper illness is not such a bad thing.

"I'm going to the company for a morning meeting, and I'll ask Sister A to bring some ingredients over and make fish soup for you at noon."

Fish soup.

Yang Yue gulped down her saliva, she didn't eat well on the bus yesterday, and she just drank a bowl of porridge to rest her stomach in the evening, and she was a little hungry now.

He nodded and said "Yes", Hou Zeqi's heart itched for a while when he looked at it obediently.

"Have a good rest and wait for me obediently at home. It's alright, I haven't finished washing yet, you go out and take your temperature first," Hou Zeqi said and patted his back lightly.

Yang Yue immediately frowned and gasped.

"What's wrong?" Hou Zeqi wondered.

Yang Yue gritted her teeth coldly: "The eye of the needle."

"Oh," Hou Zeqi smiled meaningfully: "The antipyretic injection will indeed hurt, if you really can't bear it, just use a hot towel or massage."

"I'm going out," Yang Yue whispered, then turned and left.

Tsk, little bastard, you didn't have this attitude when you were clingy last night.

Hou Zeqi felt unhappy, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back: "Hey, wait a minute."

Yang Yue impatiently gave him a quick look.

"I thought about it for a while, if you get an antipyretic injection later, you'd better wait for me to come back."

Yang Yue: "?"

Hou Zeqi moved closer and showed him the faint tooth marks on the shoulder socket: "I'm not here, I'm afraid you won't be bitten."

"..."

Neuropathy!

"Get out," Yang Yue angrily pushed him away, and rushed out the door.

The chest was pushed hard, Hou Zeqi watched the back of the person disappearing outside the door, not only not annoyed, but also took a long breath.

Fortunately, it has recovered a lot.

Late last night, he was curled up under the quilt, tense and trembling all over his muscles. His originally fair face lost all color in that instant, and it was astonishingly pale and haggard. His black temples were soaked in fine cold sweat. The pale lips were still opening and closing, talking nonsense.

The weak struggle became more and more out of control in the more and more painful expression, and then he suddenly tightened the horns and twisted wildly, and his short-breathing chest suddenly pushed up, making a sharp gasp!

Seeing his appearance, Hou Zeqi took him into his arms without thinking too much, and kissed him soothingly next to his ear.

The night was long, and his mind was full of what Yang Xing said.

9 years old, Yan Dong, Luyuan Park.

The words and sentences are like a sharp carving knife, carving them into the heart stroke by stroke, flesh and blood flying everywhere, unforgettable.

It turns out that fate is such a wonderful thing, it can rush towards you through the long river of time, and it can also make those secret feelings crazily breed to the point of no cure.

The author says:

There is still a period of explosion before the confession, don't worry, don't worry, it will come soon!