I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

Kim Jong Hyuk went out, and Song Ziyan also stopped taking things out of the shopping bag. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but suddenly felt bored.

He went back to the bedroom, plugged the earphones in both ears, and played rock music.

Go to the kitchen again.

All fruits are packaged.He doesn't want to eat cut fruits, so they put them all in the refrigerator.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind.

Song Ziyan was startled, took a step back, and bumped into the arms of the person behind him.

With a cool and cold mint flavor.

"...Brother. You are back."

"Yeah." Fegelein was indifferent, rubbing the hand holding his waist involuntarily, and then moved away.

He reached for the middle shelf of the refrigerator.

Song Ziyan stepped aside and took off his earphones.

Fegelein took out a box of ice cubes, took out a bottle of Radler from the cupboard, and asked him, "Drink?"

Song Ziyan was about to shake his head.

System: [Julian's online chat account was deleted by Fegelein, and he was annoyed when he came out of the bedroom.

Seeing Fegelein in the kitchen, he rolled up his sleeves.

The cold white light above his head hit his face, making him look so pure.

Julian's heart fluttered immediately, how could he do nothing...]

There is a little plot here.

Song Ziyan was stunned. He watched Fegelein wash his hands and put some ice cubes into the transparent glass.

Pull open the easy-tab and pour orange beer into it.

Fegelein handed him a glass.

Song Ziyan bent his fingers, but didn't answer, looking slightly embarrassed, looking at Fegelein.

They lived together for three years.

For any of his small movements, Fegelein could guess what happened to him.

Fegelein was speechless for a while, no wonder "Yanyan" didn't reply to the message, it turned out that he still wanted to be like this in reality.

Song Ziyan took the wine and said blushingly, "...brother, let's play a game..."

"..."

Very familiar scene.

"What are you playing?" Fegelein put the ice cubes back into the refrigerator, and walked towards the bedroom with the wine.

"Playing, playing paper slips?"

Yes, so he can write the mission in it!

He was afraid that Fegelein would not want to play, so he hurriedly added: "It's very fun, write down everything we want each other to do on the note, and the drawn person must do it."

Fegelein gave him a meaningful look and sat on the chair.

Song Ziyan blushed slightly, unnaturally: "I have no bad intentions..."

Fegelein did not speak, and turned on the computer.

In his heart, while sinking in joy, he cast aside such a state.

This is of course wrong.

He seemed to be thinking, looking at the computer, without speaking for a long time.

"elder brother……"

Fegelein looked at him and said nonchalantly, "Julian, are you sure?"

Song Ziyan tasted the meaning of "consequences at your own risk".

The two brothers looked at each other for a few seconds, and Song Ziyan tightened his grip on the cold wine glass.

"……Sure."

"Okay. But before that."

Fegelein looked directly at him, leaning forward slightly. Even sitting, he gave off a sense of coercion: "Julian, tell me, what is your request?"

Him, where does he have appeals.

"Or, should I change the word. Purpose? Your purpose?" That time in the restroom of the golf course, Song Ziyan said that everything he did was punishment. It's not like Fegelein didn't doubt the truth.

According to the current situation, the probability of Song Ziyan lying has increased by more than half.

He had to understand whether Song Ziyan liked him, or if he was just having fun.

Even if he vaguely has the answer.

Song Ziyan shook his head, his voice weak: "No... just, just play..."

The temperature in Fegelein's heart dropped, and his expression was a little cold: "Okay. I'll play with you."

Song Ziyan shuddered for no reason, and realized that he had held the wine glass for too long. He wanted to put it on his brother's table, but suddenly he didn't dare.

He let it go anyway, and quickly ran back to his bed, taking his notebook and pen.

My brother made a request that everyone write six things, things that can be done now.

Song Ziyan wrote the task first, and then wrote the other five casually. When he went down, Fegelein had already written it and was reading a book.

Song Ziyan put the six paper slips folded on the table into the empty cup, shook it again and again, seeing that his brother didn't mean to put the book, reminded in a low voice: "Brother, it's done..."

"Wait a minute." Fegelein finished the page of the book, closed it, and put it aside.

Song Ziyan met his gaze, his face became hot for no reason, and he handed over the cup.

"Me first?"

Song Ziyan nodded.

Their notebooks are all the same. Fegelein bought them. From the surface alone, it is impossible to tell which note was written by whom.

Fegelein took out one and opened it.

[Write your name in Chinese. ] Written by Song Ziyan.

Fegelein is doing well, it's time for Song Ziyan to smoke.

[Write the other party's name in Chinese. ] Fegelein glanced at him lightly.

"..." Song Ziyan's ears were warm, and he wrote it on the paper, "Brother, it's your turn..."

"If all the requirements are like this, I don't think there is any need to play."

"...No. Yes, there are others."

Fegelein took one, glanced at it, and put it in front of Song Ziyan.

Song Ziyan looked down and blushed immediately. He didn't write this.

[Julian sits on Fegelein's lap during the game. ] The author has something to say: Let’s just say that the brother part must not be any more awkward!Arrange for him!

Fegelein: I am very good.