"elder brother……"
Yu Qiuchi, wearing an obviously ill-fitting white shirt, sat on the sofa, looking down guiltily at the water stains on his shoes. Before Mo Weiyun could ask, he blurted out, "Brother, I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to, do you believe me... It's just that it's been too hot lately, I haven't been drinking enough water, and I'm a bit irritable..."
Mo Weiyun stood tall and elegant, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He looked puzzled and said, "What's there to apologize for?"
Yu Qiuchi was stunned by Mo Weiyun's question. Right! What was there to apologize for? What was there to apologize for? He just got angry and had a nosebleed, so what? There's no law against nosebleeds!
Yu Qiuchi immediately felt more confident. He slowly raised his head and looked at his brother's expression. It seemed that his brother was not angry.
While Yu Qiuchi was washing up, Mo Weiyun changed his clothes into a black velvet bathrobe. Yu Qiuchi subconsciously glanced at his waist and was a little disappointed to see that the belt was tied in a knot, covering him up completely. Although his abs were no longer visible, it still accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
The neckline was wide open, revealing the collarbone, and this alluring beauty attracted Yu Qiuchi's gaze... His brother's long neck and prominent Adam's apple moved up and down... Yu Qiuchi felt his face heat up, and he subconsciously covered his nose.
Thankfully, it wasn't like the one at the entrance, otherwise today would have been incredibly embarrassing. Yu Qiuchi wanted to run away; he felt he wouldn't have the face to see his brother again anytime soon. But sex is a natural human instinct… He was just normally appreciating good looks. The fact that he was acting this way only proved how handsome his brother was—so handsome it was breathtaking!
Yu Qiuchi successfully reassured herself.
Mo Weiyun was tidying up Yu Qiuchi's black shirt. Normally, blood stains on black clothes wouldn't be noticeable, but because Yu Qiuchi was flustered and felt a little guilty for some reason, he got water all over the shirt while washing it, so he just changed out of it. However, his shirt was too big, and Yu Qiuchi looked like he was in a theatrical performance wearing it.
Mo Weiyun's gaze deepened as she looked at Yu Qiuchi, who was curled up on the sofa wearing her clothes.
He casually picked up Yu Qiuchi's coat, which was placed to the side, as if he had just noticed it, but in fact he had noticed it as soon as Yu Qiuchi entered the room.
"Liao Liao, isn't this dress yours?"
His tone was questioning, but the meaning of his words was very certain. He had taken care of Yu Qiuchi's clothing, food, housing and transportation. He knew more about Yu Qiuchi's clothes than Yu Qiuchi herself.
Yu Qiuchi looked at the coat in Mo Weiyun's hand and felt inexplicably guilty. He coughed twice and explained, "That coat was lent to me by Brother Junxiao because he was worried I'd be cold when I left..."
Junxiao-ge—Gu Junxiao, the man outside the car window when he dropped Liao Liao off. Mo Weiyun has a very good memory regarding Yu Qiuchi.
"Really? Oh, I remember you brought your own coat." Mo Weiyun's deep voice rang out, chillingly cold. He picked up the coat with his fingertips, looking at Yu Qiuchi with a puzzled expression, a hint of anger flashing in his dark eyes.
"I was in such a rush that I forgot!"
Yu Qiuchi sat upright under Mo Weiyun's gaze, not daring to move his upper body, but in fact he was secretly kicking the coffee table to vent his dissatisfaction.
A minute of silence fell over the air.
Perhaps it was because Mo Weiyun's gaze was too deep and sharp, Yu Qiuchi felt like prey being stared at by a wild beast. He pursed his lips, his tone a little fierce, but full of grievance: "Brother, it's just a piece of clothing! Why are you so angry? I won't do it again next time!"
Yu Qiuchi's voice grew weaker and weaker, and finally she added in a low voice, "The lotus root soup, you promised!"
Mo Weiyun understood Yu Qiuchi's evasiveness, and he simply said, "In the kitchen."
Yu Qiuchi's steps toward the kitchen were somewhat disordered. His mind was in turmoil, but he didn't know why. He was used to Mo Weiyun's discipline and rarely refuted behaviors that others might consider wrong.
Before participating in the variety show, Yu Qiuchi would definitely have refused the jacket Gu Xiaojun offered. But today, knowing that he was coming to see his brother and that his brother would be angry, he inexplicably accepted the trigger.
Yu Qiuchi didn't know why he did this, but he firmly believed that people's outward physical actions often had deeper psychological meanings. He just couldn't calm down and couldn't figure it out...
Mo Weiyun stared at Yu Qiuchi's retreating figure, his eyes filled with undisguised malice. His gaze was icy yet fervent, the look of someone eyeing prey that sent chills down one's spine.
He slowly adjusted his breathing, trying to calm himself down and use reason to suppress the restlessness and obsession in his heart. Yu Qiuchi was not his possession, and he could not make the same mistake again...
Mo Weiyun's eyes narrowed slightly as his fingertips caressed the black shirt Yu Qiuchi had changed out of. He remembered that when he first felt aroused, he was also holding Yu Qiuchi's black shirt in his hand, except that shirt was covered in the smell of smoke and alcohol that Yu Qiuchi had picked up from outside, a smell that was both repulsive and intoxicating...
At that time, Mo Weiyun felt that he was immoral. He had fallen in love with a young boy who was still inexperienced. That boy was his younger brother. Although they were not blood-related brothers, Mo Weiyun still struggled for a moment.
But he couldn't let go decisively, so he was left with a lingering attachment. He was in pain, and Yu Qiuchi wondered why his brother ignored him and wouldn't talk to him.
But Yu Qiuchi was too perfect, so perfect that in the end, Mo Weiyun gave up on himself and felt that falling in love with Yu Qiuchi was inevitable. So perfect that Mo Weiyun's love for Yu Qiuchi was a matter of course.
Mo Weiyun's grip on the shirt tightened.
"Brother, have you eaten?" Yu Qiuchi's voice rang out from behind.
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