Chapter 27 Good

In Yuan Zhuo's opinion, not being rejected is the biggest victory.

Or subconsciously, he always feels that in Qi Ji's heart, he is different.

Under his persistent beating, Qi Ji has made exceptions for him many times, so this time his brother will definitely not be so cruel to him, right?

But Yuan Zhuo also understands that in love, no one really has a sure win. In his 18 years of life, he has never been so uneasy as at this moment.

But he knows that pushing too hard is useless, and it may backfire. After all, Qi Ji is notoriously "cold and ruthless."

"Okay, then I'll take my brother to the room on the second floor to rest."

Qi Ji shook his head and stood up.

"No, I'll go by myself."

Afraid of annoying him by saying more, Yuan Zhuo could only nod carefully and obediently.

"Okay, then I'll wait for my brother downstairs."

It must be said that Yuan Zhuo really hit the jackpot. The more well-behaved he was, the more the unfair balance in Qi Ji's heart tilted.

He was a little upset, so he didn't say anything and went to the second floor alone.

Yuan Zhuo's eyes followed Qi Ji's departing back until he completely disappeared from his sight. He reluctantly withdrew his gaze and breathed a sigh of relief. His tense body also relaxed.

But the matter was not resolved yet, and he couldn't really relax. Dragging his equally heavy body, Yuan Zhuo casually threw himself on the sofa and relaxed a little.

Maybe because all his attention was on Qi Ji just now, he didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere.

Now that his body has relaxed, after a while, he felt an annoying stinging pain in his knees.

Frowning, Yuan Zhuo impatiently pulled up his pants. Sure enough, his knees were already bruised, and some parts were bleeding.

"Damn, Princess and the Pea?"

Enduring the pain, he just wanted to find the medicine box to apply some medicine on himself, but suddenly he sat down again as if he remembered something.

His mind continued to be empty, and Yuan Zhuo began to recall everything that happened today.

While thinking about it, he was thinking about what to do next, until his memory jumped to the part where they kissed.

He seemed to have traveled back to that moment, and his whole body couldn't help but get hot.

Is this what a kiss feels like?

How can my brother be so sweet?

Unable to resist licking his lips to savor the feeling at that time, Yuan Zhuo suddenly felt that everything today was worth it!

But if just kissing was so enjoyable, wouldn't it be the same when fucking him?

Fuck, I can't think about it anymore, I'm going to die if I keep thinking about it!

Forcing himself to withdraw from those charming and passionate fantasies, Yuan Zhuo turned his gaze to the door on the second floor where Qi Ji entered.

So, no matter what, he will definitely make his brother fall in love with him, and his brother can only be his.

...

At the same time, Qi Ji, who was lying in the room, was equally uneasy.

He also recalled these chaotic days and the things that happened in the past, but he could never find a correct answer.

What should I do?

Cut it off completely?

Would this be better for Yuan Zhuo?

Yes, he didn't really like him, he just admired him. If he cut off all ties with him, those inappropriate thoughts would slowly fade away.

After all, he was actually a boring person and not a very good love partner.

Besides, regardless of whether he could achieve the goal of winning the championship again, he would leave in the end. He was not worth Yuan Zhuo's feelings.

Also, too much thoughts and emotional fluctuations would affect the status of the game. This choice was the best result for both of them.

But if this was the best choice, why did he have an inexplicable resistance in his heart?

This was not like him...

Maybe they really shouldn't have known each other. It was all his fault. When Yuan Zhuo approached him, he should have rejected him as he rejected others.

Being alone did not bring Qi Ji the calmness he had imagined. His usually calm and clear heart and mind were now almost in a state of chaos, and even made his temples throb as if they were pricked by needles.

The monster hidden deep in his heart was also seduced out. Struggling, Qi Ji took the medicine out of his pocket with trembling hands, put it into his mouth, chewed it dry and swallowed it.

This situation seems to be happening more and more frequently recently. Does it mean that my parents can't wait any longer?

Qi Ji thought so before falling asleep.

...

When Qi Ji woke up again, the sky outside was completely dark. Only the colorful lights shone through the clear glass to paint a dreamy oil painting in the room.

After being confused for a few seconds, Qi Ji came to his senses.

Taking a break was indeed beneficial. At least his thoughts were no longer as complicated and chaotic as before going to bed. He could hardly find a clue and could not make the right decision

. Perhaps he had thought about it enough before going to bed, or perhaps he was completely sober and was probably the most "ruthless". He was no longer hesitant like before going to bed. With a slight sigh, Qi Ji made a decision immediately.

Then let's break up completely and pretend that they have never known each other.

Yuan Zhuo is still so young, and he will definitely meet true love in the future.

He doesn't understand love, and can't have love. He shouldn't continue to waste his time and feelings on him.

Qi Ji never drags his feet when doing things. Once he has made a decision, he will execute it immediately, just like every time he competes, executing each of his decisions accurately.

Thinking of this, he immediately got out of bed and prepared to go downstairs to find Yuan Zhuo.

After opening the door, the whole villa was quiet and dim, with only the voice-controlled wall lights turning on one by one with Qi Ji's footsteps.

From a distance, he watched Yuan Zhuo lying on the sofa like a big sleepy dog, without any image.

The way he looked suddenly made Qi Ji's heart soften again.

Especially after getting closer, looking at his quiet and beautiful sleeping face, Qi Ji couldn't help but think of the first time Yuan Zhuo fell asleep in his dormitory.

Maybe it was because of the different mood, the feeling now and then were quite different.

But he couldn't be soft-hearted anymore, Yuan Zhuo was still a child and didn't understand, but he was not, he couldn't follow him and do whatever he wanted.

He had his own goals to achieve - to win the third championship, and he also had his own final ending.

Yuan Zhuo was different, he had a bright future, and all of this should not be delayed by these wrong and confusing feelings.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Ji leaned over, and just wanted to wake Yuan Zhuo up, but at this time he woke up by rubbing his eyes.

I don't know if it has become a habit, but when he saw Qi Ji, Yuan Zhuo immediately came over, hugged Qi Ji's waist, and rubbed him habitually.

"Ah, brother, you're awake. You must be hungry. Um... I'll call them to send the food over. The food here is delicious. You will definitely like it, brother."

Facing him who was not fully awake yet but still thinking about him, Qi Ji's psychological defense line was almost broken. Fortunately, he clenched his palms hard in time, and the tingling pain from his palms made him hold back in time. He

couldn't let him go deeper and deeper. He took a deep breath secretly. As usual, Qi Ji pinched Yuan Zhuo's neck skin and pulled him away, but his expression was different from the past. Cold and serious.

"Let go, I have something to tell you."

Seeing his cold and serious expression, Yuan Zhuo's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he immediately stopped pretending to sleep.

Yes, he was pretending. Apart from anything else, excellent hearing is also one of the necessary talents for professional players. Otherwise, how can they avoid the crises hidden in the dark in the game? So he woke up as early as the moment Qi Ji opened the door.

It seems that he guessed wrong, and the result did not seem to be what he wanted.

Yuan Zhuo's heart immediately seemed to be ripped off by someone and thrown into the Antarctic glacier. He felt cold, painful and panicked.

At this moment, he, who never knew what crying was, suddenly felt sore in his eyes, and tears seemed to be about to burst out.

But the Yuan family never admit defeat easily. Even at this moment, the stubbornness in his bones made Yuan Zhuo not want to give up.

Yes, don't panic, think of a solution quickly.

Resisting the pain in his heart and the tears in his eyes, he let go of Qi Ji and stood up slowly, thinking about what to do. Suddenly, the pain from pulling his knee gave him an idea.

Yes, how could he forget about this?

"Ouch, it hurts."

He sniffed and shouted while leaning against Qi Ji, wanting Qi Ji to hug him.

However, when Qi Ji was really about to hug him, he backed away.

"Oh, I said not to do things that my brother doesn't like. Hiss, it's okay, my knee just hurts a little. I'll go apply some medicine first. Brother, wait for me."

As he said that, he limped and tried to walk towards the storage box.

With such a pitiful and miserable look, could Qi Ji bear it?

Of course not.

He closed his eyes and pulled Yuan Zhuo.

"You sit down, I'll go, where is the medicine box?"

Sitting obediently on the sofa, Yuan Zhuo pointed the way for him with his black and white puppy eyes.

"In the drawer on the left side of the fireplace."

As he was told, Qi Ji immediately went over to get the medicine box, and Yuan Zhuo also turned on the light in the living room by voice control.

Under the bright light, his knees were indeed red and swollen, and some places were broken, which was quite shocking.

Qi Ji opened the medicine box and frowned slightly.

"Let's go to the hospital."

In fact, it was really painful, but Yuan Zhuo knew that it was not that serious yet, and the resort also had a medical team, so there was no need to go to the hospital.

More importantly, if he doesn't take advantage of this opportunity, he will really be abandoned. Thinking of this, Yuan Zhuo could only grit his teeth and continue to pretend to be pitiful.

"It's okay, brother, just help me apply some medicine."

If Qi Ji was injured, he probably wouldn't go to the hospital, but since he was injured by Yuan Zhuo, he just felt that it would be safer.

But seeing his particularly persistent expression, Qi Ji didn't say anything else.

Taking out the iodine cotton, he frowned slightly and gently applied medicine to him bit by bit.

"Hiss~"

Yuan Zhuo's painful sound came to his ears, and subconsciously, Qi Ji's already light movements immediately became lighter.

"Bear with it..."

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly hugged tightly by Yuan Zhuo and buried his face in his neck.

Soon, a stream of burning moisture soaked Qi Ji's collar, and the voice that came to his ear was filled with an uncomfortable tone of crying and sadness.

"Brother, I was really wrong, please don't leave me, okay?"

He was pretending to wake up, and he was pretending to be in extreme pain, but he was really not pretending to cry.

Just now, seeing Qi Ji "gently" (in fact, Qi Ji had no expression at all) applying medicine to himself, Yuan Zhuo felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't bear it when he thought that he was going to leave him soon. He didn't need to pretend at all.

His wife was about to die, who the hell still cared about men not shedding tears easily.

More importantly, Yuan Zhuo had a strong premonition that pretending to be in pain and pitiful would probably have no effect, but he couldn't seem to think of any other effective way to prevent the ending he was most reluctant to face.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. The more he thought about it, the more desperate he felt. He didn't care. He hugged Qi Ji and started to cry loudly.

"Brother, believe me, I really didn't mean it today."

"I really like you, but I didn't want to bother you. I don't know why it turned out like this today."

"Can you please not leave me, brother? I promise I will really listen to you."

"I will definitely not do anything that makes you unhappy and uncomfortable again. Please don't leave me, okay, brother?"

Qi Ji rarely cried. Probably the year his parents died, he had already prepaid the tears for the next ten years.

If Yuan Zhuo hadn't suddenly set off fireworks for him in the park last time, allowing him to see his parents' smiling faces again after so many years, his record of not crying might have continued.

He rarely softened his heart for other people's tears, because in his opinion, tears could not solve anything, and after crying, the problem still had to be solved.

But now he clearly felt suffocated and sad. Yuan Zhuo's voice and tears seemed to condense into an invisible big hand, passing through his chest, tightly grasping his heart, and squeezing it hard.

His tears dripping on his neck were like boiling water, scalding his skin and burning his heart.

In addition to his parents and HOW, Yuan Zhuo once again made Qi Ji feel the guilt coming on his face.

"I'm sorry."

Getting up from him, Yuan Zhuo shook his head with tears in his eyes.

"No, brother is not wrong, I am wrong, brother, please forgive me, okay?"

Seeing him crying uncontrollably, Qi Ji suddenly didn't want to stay calm, and even a surge of "rebellion" emerged in his heart that he hadn't felt in many years.

Why must I stay calm?

Why must I be rational?

Why can't I be willful for once?

Why do I always need to restrain myself?

Since he has never thought about changing his predetermined ending, can't he really indulge himself once before the ending?

This series of "crazy and rebellious" thoughts constantly impacted Qi Ji's calm and strong heart like a large army under pressure, and finally tore a hole in it in spite of public expectations.

The hands on Yuan Zhuo's back clenched suddenly, and he finally squeezed out a word with a tight throat.

"OK."