There was a thin layer of fog on the window glass.

Le Zhishi's eyes were filled with water and he couldn't bear to blink. Every day he spent with Song Yu seemed to be happening in a dream. Sometimes even he was in a daze and thought that if he blinked, the person in front of him would disappear.

.

He carefully learned to be a considerate lover, gave Song Yu space, and overcame his possessiveness towards him, thinking that in this way Song Yu would like him more and need him more, and not treat him as someone who didn't understand anything.

younger brother.

But it's actually fundamentally wrong.

Song Yu was the one who really struggled, much earlier than him, and much more painful than him.

I thought that hearing the person I like say "I love you" would be as sweet as many love movies, but I knew that at this moment, my heart was full of sorrow, and it was not for myself.

"I'm sorry..." Le Zhishi stretched out his hand, gently covered the back of Song Yu's hand, and held his slender fingertips.

Song Yu held his hand and asked, "Why are you saying sorry?"

His fingertips were cold, so Song Yu rubbed his fingers.

"You didn't do anything wrong."

Le Zhishi frowned, and finally couldn't help but hugged him, hugged his neck, and buried her face in his shoulder, "I'm too slow. If I knew earlier that I liked you so much, I wouldn't have

It’s going to be a lot for you to bear alone.”

Song Yu behaved so calmly, even when he confessed, he was extremely calm, as if he didn't have any pain, but when he knew it, he could feel the pain exactly, even more.

Probably Song Yu's heart really gave to him and grew on him, so Le Zhicai felt so uncomfortable at this time.

"Why are you crying?" Song Yu felt Le Zhi crying and stroked his back, "Don't be sad, it's not good for your health."

Hearing these words, Le Zhi felt even more uncomfortable.

"Then you've been sad for so long."

If it is him, he discovers that he actually likes his brother who is like a biological brother living under the same roof. He knows that it is wrong to do so. The other party may only regard him as a relative, but he cannot stop emotionally and has no one to talk to.

I could hold on to the little things I got from him and stay awake all night long.

He couldn't hold on at all.

But Song Yu seemed to only care about the reason why Le Zhishi came to him and the sense of loss he showed, "Did I misunderstand you when I said I would give it a try?"

The coral velvet housecoat Le Zhi wore was very soft and fluffy. Song Yu hugged him and his tone became gentle.

"I want you to give it a try and regard the time you are with me as a trial period. The length of time is up to you."

The cashmere coat he was wearing was a little bit scratchy on his face. Le Zhishi rubbed her face against the side of his neck, pressed against Song Yu's warm skin, and asked in a muffled voice: "What about you?"

Song Yu was silent for a while and then said softly: "The time I have is enough."

He leaned on Le Zhishi's head, "I thought this day would never happen."

They were like two intertwined plants. In the past, Le Zhi accepted the nutrients Song Yu passed on to him without knowing anything, and grew up without any worries. Now he finally knows where these nutrients come from, and where they come from.

Absorbing the pain accumulated in Song Yu's body.

Love is really weird.

A worthless and inaccurate globe was kept so well by Song Yu, but he, who prided himself on being paranoid, did not dare to keep the person who made the globe.

Le Zhishi desperately wanted to say something to Song Yu to make him believe that he was the same, but the more anxious he became, the more confused his mind became, and what he thought of always had no logic.

Finally, Song Yu looked at his watch and said it was too late.

"I made you cry on my birthday." He complained to himself, and then kissed Le Zhishi on the lips, "Let's go back."

He didn't use the word "go home". They both knew very well that it would be difficult to go back home.

The car was extremely quiet along the way. When Le Zhi got out of the car at the underground garage, Song Yu put on the hat of his home clothes for him and took him upstairs.

When the door opened, the room fell into deep darkness. Song Yu turned on the lights and air conditioner, but the temperature rose much slower than he expected. Le Zhishi took off his dirty cotton slippers, changed them to the ones in the apartment, and walked to the sofa by himself

He sat down, his brows still furrowed.

Song Yu walked over and grabbed a pair of furry coral velvet carpet socks from somewhere. He squatted down and without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed Le Zhishi's ankles.

Le Zhishi hid, but Song Yu still held it and pulled him forward. His broad palm wrapped his almost frozen heel, rubbed it, and put on his socks.

For two minutes, neither of them spoke. Until Song Yu dressed him up, stood up, and asked in a casual tone.

"Will what I say make you feel sympathetic?"

But what he didn't expect was that these words unexpectedly aroused Le Zhishi's emotions. Le Zhishi frowned and took away his leg, his voice unsteady, "What are you talking about?"

Soon, Le Zhishi fell into self-reflection again. He guessed that he might really be an idiot who knew nothing about love. When he heard the other party say "I love you", the first sentence he said in reply was "I'm sorry".

He did blame himself for Song Yu's pain, but in Song Yu's eyes, how would a word of apology be interpreted.

Thinking of this, he tried to calm down his emotions and adjust his breathing.

"It's not sympathy." Le Zhi raised his head and looked at Song Yu, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. His eye circles were very red, and even his eyelashes were covered with moisture. "I said sorry because I was too sad, not because I didn't accept it.

Your feelings are what I want most. You don’t know how much I want to know if you like me."

"Don't always think that I can't distinguish between family affection and love. Maybe I was ill when I confessed my love, and I was indeed not sober, and it seemed very hasty, but I struggled in my heart for a long time before I wanted to say those words.

Yes, it has existed for a long time, and I only said it out loud because I couldn’t bear it.”

Le Zhishi frowned, then let go, stretched out his hand to reach Song Yu's hanging hand, and held his fingertips, "You said that the length of time is up to me, leaving me room, but have you ever thought about it?

Pass."

"Song Yu," Le Zhishi lowered her eyelashes, tears swaying gently in her eyes, "it's you who made me feel the love that others can't feel at all, and gave me the feelings that I couldn't get from anyone.

Now, after more than ten years, I can only see you. I wish I could be with you every minute and every second. It has never changed. It has come to this point, and you still count on me.

To fall in love with someone else?"

He held Song Yu's hand and raised his eyes. No matter how stubborn he was, the tears in his red eyes fell down, "From the moment you accepted me and came to you, there was no other option.

It was you who made it impossible for me to fall in love with anyone else, how could you leave me any other way out?"

Le Zhishi's tone has never been so decisive, "I have no retreat, I only have you."

Song Yu fell into a long silence and finally sat next to him.

Tears fell one drop at a time when he was happy, and he subconsciously reached out to wipe them away, again and again, like a robot that could only execute simple instructions.

"I don't want just a period of time to be enough."

Under the light of the living room, Le Zhishi's upper eyelids, which were so white that he could almost see the cyan blood vessels, were slightly swollen and fragile, as if they would break if rubbed. His eyelashes were long and soft, and the skin on his cheeks was also very soft.

He was wearing very comfortable coral velvet. But his expression and tone were all stubborn in his bones.

"I want all of you for a long, long time."

Song Yu raised his hand, touched his cheek, and held his hand when he was informed.

"You said that liking is harmless. Maybe in your eyes, I just like you simply, and I haven't even defined it myself. But I am struggling, and my possessiveness towards you has exceeded my load, so I do it in the middle of the night.

I’ll run to you in my pajamas and doubt myself after hearing irrelevant things.”

He took out the pudding that he had never given out from his pocket, "In order to see you quickly, I even found temporary reasons and couldn't tell others. When I was eighteen years old, you said that I was still a child, then

Nineteen years old."

When Song Yu was suffering from insomnia because of this, he was constantly happy and tried every means to smooth out the time difference, information gap, and all the gaps he could think of between them.

"Am I qualified to say I love you?"

Seeing Le Zhi's trembling eyelashes and red eyes, and asking such a question, Song Yu's last string finally broke.

He did not give an answer, but directly pressed Le Zhishi on the sofa and kissed her. The glasses pressed against their close cheeks, making a sound of metal collision. After several interventions, Song Yu took off his glasses,

Throw it to the ground casually.

The leather of the sofa was very cold, and Le Zhishi's wrist was held down by Song Yu, unable to move. But Song Yu's breath was hot, as were his lips and tongue. The weight of his lover's body pressed up, as if he had fallen into the lake, and was familiar with Song Yu's body

Wrapped in the scent, Le Zhishi gradually lost control in the intensity and suffocation he had never experienced before. He liked the gentle Song Yu, and also liked him who completely exposed himself without any cover-up or suppression.

Song Yu kissed him hard and entered with a strong attitude. He no longer carefully considered Le Zhishi's breathing, but invaded the moist and soft territory like a predator, as if trying to mark this, so that Le Zhishi would always remember how good he was.

Want him.

The feeling of suffocation made Le Zhishi feel like he was walking on a suspension bridge. He held Song Yu's arm tightly. He closed his eyes and breathed more intensely through his nose. The zipper of his pajama jacket slid down due to friction, leaving only the bottom zipper.

The joints were still barely connected, revealing the soft cotton short sleeves underneath. He tried to kiss back, entangled with Song Yu awkwardly and stubbornly, but fell into another vortex, sinking deeper and deeper into Song Yu.

The desire becomes more intense.

Time was slowed down, and when he was almost losing oxygen, Song Yu retreated, dragging out his unbroken desire. Le Zhi lay limply on the sofa, with moist corners of his mouth and red lips from the intense kiss.

He rested his head on the armrest of the sofa, breathing heavily, with heart palpitations, sweating all over, and little oxygen. His chest was rising and falling very quickly. This was almost the same as pathological hyperpnea. The difference was that he was both panicked and thirsty.

When Song Yu kissed his lips soothingly, Le Zhishi relied on instinct to move closer, rubbed the tip of his nose with him affectionately, and kissed Song Yu's cheek and lips while panting. His voice was mixed with confusion.

Amidst the sounds of gasping and sucking, Song Yu's name was called, or his brother was called, broken to pieces, over and over again, tainted with lust in the grind.

He was like a doting puppy, trained to subconsciously equate Song Yu's closeness with darkness. In a dark space with no one around, Song Yu would hug him and kiss him. So he always walked in with full expectation.

Don't want to come out.
To be continued...