After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

Liu An was not a kind person at all, and he couldn't rub the sand in his eyes the most. He looked at the sleeping brother next to him, his eyes became cold again, and his head moved forward slowly a little.

His lips just stuck to his senior brother's thin lips, like a dragonfly touching water, and the small medicine on his thin lips fell into the senior brother's mouth.

It's not poisonous, it just makes people sleep more deeply.

Liu An stretched out that cold hand, and gently stroked that fair face. The milky silky skin was enough to wake up the madness of the blood in his fingers.

But he has more important things to do.

Throwing off the thin quilt, he raised his legs and stepped out from Hua Ming's body. He glanced at the two pairs of shoes beside the bed. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he picked up Hua Ming's pair of shoes reverently. The rough fingertips caressed the cloud patterns on the outside of the shoes.

He turned his head to look at the senior brother on the bed, and couldn't help sighing: "Silla embroidery wraps, feet are like spring flowers."

In fact, it is more than just a pair of feet. Every hair and every fingernail is delicate, every inch is true love, and every inch makes his heart and soul upside down.

Wearing his brother's shoes and his big cloak, he stood outside the door and smiled at the bright moon, and tightened the cloak with both hands, as if...

Liu An only felt that she was being hugged tightly by Hua Ming, the soles of her feet were pressed against his insteps, and her body was covered with the heat of his breath.

A gust of cold wind swept past his face, and the bright moon was also blocked by the dark clouds. Liu An's two cold hands were behind his back, and there was a playful smile in his eyes.

He walked forward slowly, with a slight smile in his tone: "What's the point of keeping you?"

"If it wasn't for you, why would senior brother be with him, and how could I hurt senior brother?"

The cage door hadn't been opened yet, but the little bird in the cage also became uneasy, fluttering its wings and flying wildly, bumping its head against the hard cage door from time to time.

It's just that it was given dumb medicine by Liu An early in the morning, not because it planned to kill it early in the morning, but because it hated its barking, it was too noisy.

"Useless little bastard!"

Liu An pinched it in his hand, every finger was bursting with the greatest hatred and anger, the little bird soon stopped making any struggles, and his thin eyes were directly pinched by him It was broken, and the warm flesh and blood piled up in his palm.

The smile in his eyes was even heavier, so strong that it was a little crazy. He threw the bird's head in the grass, and he squeezed the half of the body until the blood burst into his palm, limp. Flesh and flesh are also sticking between his fingers...

He stared at the flesh and blood in the palm of his hand for a long time. After a long time, his consciousness gradually woke up...

Full of disgust, he threw away the rotten corpse in his hand, and staggered to the river. He kept rubbing his hands, hard, hard...

His hands were soaked in cold water, but his nails were still quite long. They passed through the back of his hand again and again, leaving bloodstains again...

He pulled off the skin and flesh in several places, exposing the gloomy white bones...

Fortunately, the potion was strong enough, Hua Ming was still asleep, he lifted the quilt carefully, and when he was lying beside Hua Ming, his heart was still beating non-stop.

Hua Ming turned over, just in time to put his arm on his trembling shoulder, and still murmured indistinctly: "Xiao Liu'an, be a good person."

"My little Liu'an, you are not bad...you are not bad..."

Liu An closed her uneasy eyes, her fingers trembled uncontrollably twice, "Senior Brother..."

The sleeping Hua Ming was a little restless, hugging his waist with both hands, rubbing his thin lips against his neck: "As long as you are a good person, I will..."

"Just be a good brother with you forever, okay?"

"I'll just give myself to you... to be your brother..."

brother?

Maybe not quite enough...

Liu An's wide palm supported the back of his head, and pressed it hard, making his thin lips close to his neck, and slowly closed his eyes: "Brother, let's do it..."

Just let time stand still for this moment...

Just stay by my side...

just belong to me...

It was probably because he pressed too hard, Hua Ming's nose was itchy, his hands shook twice, and then he sneezed hard.

When Hua Ming opened his eyes in a daze, he happened to meet Liu An's wet eyes. He was lying in Hua Ming's arms, his body twitching non-stop, and he murmured: "Senior brother, I'm cold... ..."

"Xiao Liu'an, are you having a nightmare?"

Hua Ming stretched out his hand to probe his forehead, with gentle eyes, then pressed him into his arms and patted his back lightly.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Liu'an, you have to remember what I told you, there must be someone in this world who secretly loves you."

"Xiao Liu'an, where there is darkness, there is light. You have to believe that everything will be fine. There is still truth, goodness and beauty in this world."

Liu An didn't listen to what he said, because his ears were getting calloused all these years, but...

To be able to take the opportunity to hug the senior brother even tighter is the best thing in the world.

Liu An's little hand slipped up from his waist, and finally stopped on his arm, with a hoarse voice: "Senior brother, I hurt you, will you blame me..."

"Brother, am I very bad..."

Hua Ming shook his head, but still smiled: "Senior brother, how could you be angry with you? You didn't mean it, you little fool."

"But I think I'm just bad, I... I can't be a good person at all, brother, I was born with a bad seed."

This time it came from the bottom of his heart, maybe facing the bright moon, his heart riddled with holes could not be blocked...

He was suddenly very scared...

Liu An untied Hua Ming's belt, and pulled off his clothes, revealing his unhealed arm, his eyelids trembling: "I really...damn..."

"Xiao Liu'an, you, ah..."

Hua Ming never expected that he would lean down to kiss his scar, and gently brushed it with his wet tongue, as if it was going to bring some pain.

"Xiao Liu'an, don't be like this..."

Hua Ming wanted to push him away, but when he stretched out his hand, there was a burst of heat on the back of his hand, it was his tears.

"Brother, how could I be like this, how could I be like this..."

He hugged Hua Ming's arm reverently, and kissed it lightly, his eyes were moist, his tongue followed with his teeth.

"Brother, I'm sorry..."

Hua Ming looked at him distressedly, and patted his back: "I never blamed you."

It's just weird that...

Guangming felt that something was tearing apart in his head, and he patted his heart vigorously with his hand, but the backlog feeling was even stronger...

No, it's him...