my brother is not cute at all

On New Year's Eve, it was almost midnight, but the Bishan Villa was still brightly lit.

The door of the room was knocked three times. Before Yang Yue could reach the door, Tongtong's clear and cheerful voice came from outside the door.

"Little cousin, are you asleep?"

"Not yet," Yang Yue pulled open the door, "I'm just about to take a shower, what's the matter?"

"Aunt Hong said that tomorrow is the New Year, and she wants to eat candy. She made peanut sesame cakes herself. Let me bring you a can." Tongtong stuffed the transparent sugar can into Yang Yue's hand, and blinked mysteriously. Blinking eyes: "Little cousin, let me tell you, this candy is super super delicious!"

The important thing is emphasized three times, it seems to be really delicious.

Yang Yue was amused by her appearance, and asked: "Then have you eaten?"

"I ate a few yuan. I was afraid of getting fat, so I didn't dare to eat too much." Tongtong curled her lips and asked again: "Little cousin, after you take a shower, are you going to go downstairs to watch the New Year's Eve party with us?"

"It's too late, so I won't go." Yang Yue shook the sugar bowl in her hand and smiled, "Thank you for me, Miss Hong, for the sugar. You should go to bed early after the party, and don't stay up too late."

The New Year's Eve party is nothing more than some stars singing and dancing on the show, something that girls who follow stars like, Yang Yue doesn't have much interest.

Compared with watching celebrities, what he wants to see is the person who promised to come back to spend the New Year with him.

But at this time, there is still no news on the phone, maybe hope is going to be lost?

Thinking of this, the light in Yang Yue's eyes dimmed. Tong Tong only thought that he was too tired recently, so she didn't bother him anymore.

"Okay then, I'll go downstairs to watch my boyfriend on TV. I wish you a happy new year in advance, little cousin."

"Okay, you too, Happy New Year."

Seeing the petite and round figure running away, Yang Yue closed the door, chuckled dejectedly, turned and went into the bathroom.

Although I miss him very much, I want to see his face through the screen, I want to hear his voice, and I want to ask when he will come back, but I think he must be busy on a business trip, so I can only stare at the phone and look through his photos. Click on his previous voice and listen to it repeatedly to relieve the uncontrollable longing in my heart.

Yang Yue sat in the bathtub in a daze for a while, after drying her hair, she changed into Hou Zeqi's pajamas, opened the door of his room and threw herself on the big soft bed.

Meng Hong had already changed Bishan's sheets, and there was only a faint fragrance of laundry detergent on them. Even if he buried his face in the pillow, he couldn't smell anything that belonged to him. Even the pajamas were freshly washed, leaving a soft smell. The fragrance of the potion.

But fortunately, when he was taking a bath, he secretly used the bottle of sea salt cypress-flavored shower gel, lowered his head and sniffed at the neckline, and there seemed to be some familiar smell on it, which made him feel at ease.

He lay on the bed and flicked the phone, hesitating for a long time with his fingers on the video call button, but finally he didn't press it.

Forget it, it's just that I haven't received the news for a day, so there's no need to worry about it like this, right?He is not a little girl immersed in love and acting like a baby.

Thinking of this, Yang Yue threw her phone aside and turned over, staring at the dimly carved wall lamp, she somehow fell asleep in a daze.

So when Hou Zeqi rushed home and walked into the room in the middle of the night, he caught a glimpse of the living ancestor lying on his bed and sleeping soundly.

He slept honestly this time, sleeping peacefully, breathing evenly, with his hands not far from the phone, as if he was waiting for someone's news before going to bed.

His thick and long eyelashes, like black feathers, perched on the eyelids like two black butterflies, showing a little softness with the breath, and a small mole on the tip of the nose was dotted on the tip of the nose, and Hou Zeqi's heart fluttered when he saw it. Itchy, I couldn't help leaning over gently.

"... Xiaoyue?"

The hoarse subwoofer exploded gently in the ears, and Yang Yuedong didn't move.

"Little ancestor?"

This time it got a little closer, the warm and dry breath made the ears a little itchy, and the little butterfly sleeping on Yang Yue's eyelids shook its wings lightly.

So cute too.

Hou Zeqi was distracted for a while, and his voice was lowered: "If you don't wake up, I will kiss you?"

"..."

The ruddy and full lips were like tender jelly, glowing lustrously under the dim light, and Hou Zeqi's Adam's apple rolled.

Probing softly: "I'm really kissing?"

Because of the deep sleep, the small m-shaped lips slightly opened a small gap, as if inviting something, he couldn't bear the throbbing in his heart anymore, and moved closer...

Plop, plop, the sound of the heartbeat is like a countdown to the gradually shortening distance——

ten centimeters...

five centimeters...

three centimeters...

two……

The little butterfly on the eyelid seemed to be awakened by the approaching breath, shaking its wings and slowly flew away. Then, a pair of clear eyes slowly opened, and the four eyes met. Hou Zeqi was caught off guard immediately.

"You..." Yang Yue opened her eyes in a daze, her voice was hoarse: "What are you doing?"

"Seeing a sleeping beauty lying on my bed, I'll give him a kiss to see if he can wake up," Hou Ze said without changing his face and heartbeat.

The subwoofer that was close at hand filled the surrounding air with a familiar smell, Yang Yue suddenly woke up a little bit, only then realized that she was sleeping in someone else's bed, and was caught straight.

"...you," he panicked, staring at those light-colored eyes and asked, "Why are you back all of a sudden?"

"I missed you so much, that's why I came back," Hou Zeqi smiled, his eyes shining brightly: "I changed the earliest flight to a neighboring city, and drove for more than four hours to come back. New Year's Eve with you."

"..."

"Xiaoyue, happy new year."

The night in the suburbs was thick and quiet, without the slightest atmosphere of New Year's Eve, but the fine brilliance in his eyes was worth thousands of fireworks in the world at this moment.

Yang Yue drowned in the light brown spring water, and her turbulent feelings began to grow wildly like weeds.

"Happy New Year."

He said softly, stretched his arms around his neck, and couldn't help printing a clumsy shallow kiss on those thin lips.

A small cluster of warm flames bloomed on the lips, and the invisible ambiguity and charm flowed slowly and gradually heated up under the dim light.

Hou Zeqi smiled lightly as he recalled the short and soft touch on his lips.

Only then did Yang Yue feel ashamed, and asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at you taking the initiative."

"How can I..."

"Wear my pajamas, sleep on my bed, ask for kisses after warming the bed, do you know what this is called?"

Hou Zeqi narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, getting closer every time he said a word.

His eyes were too bright, and they came up with a heavy sense of oppression. Yang Yue didn't dare to look at him, she turned her head hastily, her ear pinna was astonishingly hot.

"Don't press me, you are too heavy, get down!"

Hou Zeqi's bad intentions came up, and he recklessly forced people to a dead end: "You are seducing me, do you understand?"

"..."

"Xiaoyue, I'm not a gentleman. If you're like this, I'm going to lose my gun."

The floor heating in the bedroom is fully turned on, through the thin silk quilt, Yang Yue can even feel the hot temperature on his strong chest, which is rapidly fermenting into an uncontrollable ambiguity through the soft fabric.

This is too much.

he thinks.

One after another, the scorching blood rushed wantonly in the limbs and bones. Under the dim light, Yang Yue peeked at Hou Zeqi's handsome and playful eyes, and his throat rolled with difficulty.

Only then said in a hoarse voice: "Stop making trouble, you've been driving for so long, you're already tired, you'd better take a rest early."

"I'm not tired," Hou Zeqi pressed his lips against his red-hot auricles, feeling the hot temperature on his skin, and murmured in a low voice, "I can do something else."

"!" Yang Yue was shocked by the wet and itchy breath, shrinking her neck and struggling: "Itch, don't be like this..."

The soft and hoarse ending trembled, and he was itching in his ears, but Hou Zeqi was itching in his heart, so he became more playful, and took advantage of the opportunity to take a light bite on the jade bead-like earlobe.

"Ah, bro! Don't bite..."

The cold hairs all over his body stood on end!He let out a low cry, like a cat whose tail has been rubbed, sticky, greasy, trembling, and dumb, it drilled into Hou Zeqi's eardrum, and rushed to every corner with electric current-like numbness and hot itching A nerve teased him so that his eyes suddenly sank, and he rubbed against those tender red lips before biting down pitifully.

All the small whispers were blocked in their throats, and they hugged each other tightly on the soft bed, guarding the dim light, and next to the cold winter moonlight, forming a long kiss between each other's lips and tongues.

It wasn't until she lost her breathing that Yang Yue struggled to push the person on top of her away.

"It's almost done," he panted lightly, and after a pause he lied very bluntly: "I'm very sleepy, let's go to sleep."

"Huh?" Hou Zeqi smiled and asked, "Are you inviting me to sleep with you?"

Yang Yue didn't deny it, but just said: "Just don't touch your hands casually."

That would be boring.

"Take your hands and feet casually?" Hou Zeqi savored these words carefully, and snorted: "Ancestor, you are reasonable, a person who kicks and punches people while sleeping, and kicks people off the bed indiscriminately." Isn't it you?"

Yang Yue was dumbfounded for a moment: "..."

Hou Zeqi took advantage of all the advantages of his mouth, then stood up from the bed, lazily loosened the two buttons on the collar of his shirt and said, "Forget it, I'm going to take a shower. Since you're sleepy, why don't you take a shower?" Go to bed first, good night."

He said he was going to leave, but his steps were slow, as if he had given enough time to wait for the fish to take the bait. As expected, the hem of his shirt was pulled by the next second.

"Wait first," Yang Yue looked up from bottom to top with dark almond eyes, and asked in a vague voice, "Are you coming back after washing?"

Hou Zeqi pretended to be stupid: "Where are you going back?"

Yang Yue muttered in a low voice: "Come back to sleep."

"With you?" Hou Zeqi asked him with a smile: "What if you hit me while you were asleep?"

Gritting her teeth, Yang Yue endured the humiliation and said, "I'll let you call back."

Hou Zeqi twitched slightly evil eyes, and finally smiled triumphantly: "Of course I have to come back, this is my room, if I don't sleep here, where else can I sleep?"

"However, what you said has to count. Say it first, if you dare to touch me, I will get it back."

Seeing a very annoying smile on his handsome and flamboyant face, Yang Yue realized that she had been fooled by this bastard again.

The bathroom door opened and closed with a bang, he stared at the tall and strong figure inside the frosted door, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and shrank into the quilt, and fell asleep peacefully listening to the sound of gurgling water.

By the time the shower stopped, he had let himself go into a deep sleep.

Hou Zeqi came out wiping his hair, and saw that the bun that was still curled up on the bed just now had already turned on the preparation mode, his smooth muscular legs were torn up and down into a vertical fork, and the bent front legs were caught He was hugged in the crook of his arms, with his kneecaps against the tip of his nose, and his toes stretched into a beautiful crescent moon, as if he was holding a 95-type rifle ready to launch a crazy shooting at any time.

He was not wearing pajama pants, and his cold white skin glowed like suet jade under the dim light. His large movements had lifted half of the hem of the wide pajamas, revealing half of the underpants and the deep gap between the waist and buttocks. The sunken waist.

Hou Zeqi felt that the evil fire that had just disappeared in the bathroom burned up again inexplicably.

How amazingly flexible does it have to be to sleep like this without feeling it?

He smiled, and lightly pushed the ancestor on the bed back into a normal sleeping position, tucked in the quilt and went out the door.

Going down to the second floor, Hou Chenghai, who came up with a water glass, met him face to face, showing a surprised expression.

"Are you back? What time is it?"

"It was more than an hour ago. It was too late, so I didn't bother you," Hou Zeqi asked, "What about you? Why are you getting ready to go to bed at this hour?"

"Your Aunt Ji is not yet three months pregnant and cannot have intercourse. I let her sleep first," Hou Chenghai said.

Now it was Hou Zeqi's turn to be surprised: "You are already old, how can you still have such vigorous energy?"

At the end of the sentence, Hou Chenghai glared at him with a look of wishing to kill him: "I see, is your skin itchy?"

Seeing that he was about to kick him, Hou Zeqi immediately held him down and changed his words: "Hey Dad, Dad, am I complimenting you? You really deserve to be a well-known and successful person in the business world. With such a strong body, you are the sky-opening ax left behind by Pangu, and the Bliss bow that Houyi shot the sun, you are outstanding, have extraordinary destiny, and you were born to be favored by God—"

"Okay, shut up," Hou Chenghai couldn't take it anymore, he ran the train with his mouth full, and waved his hands impatiently: "It's getting late, you should go back to sleep quickly."

"Okay, I'll go to the study and sleep when I'm done."

"There are no documents for you in the study, what are you going to do?" Hou Chenghai wondered.

Hou Zeqi opened the door, leaned against the door frame and smiled mysteriously: "I'm full of energy, and I need to watch something to decompress."

Hou Chenghai: "..."

The door of the study was gently slammed shut. Hou Zeqi opened the computer to log in to the mailbox, and downloaded the compressed file named "Social Practice in Luyuan Park". Under the illumination of the computer screen, a cold blue light was reflected.

As time passed minute by minute in the dead air, the decompressed reading article finally came to an end slowly, and the computer issued a beep, he squinted his eyes and lowered his thick eyebrows, and clicked on the folder without hesitation video files in .

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