If the lock was locked, given Yitai's personality, he might find the key in the house and open the door.
Because Yi Mu did not rebuke Yi Tai when he confessed his feelings.
Yitai must be thinking to himself, "My brother is so tolerant of me, even if I do something outrageous, he won't hold it against me."
But the door wasn't locked, so it was open to anyone, which changed the nature of the situation.
The fact that Yimu didn't lock the door shows that he trusts his younger brother.
It's impossible that Yitai wouldn't have overlooked this point.
With the door locked, Yitai can be willful, but if the door is unlocked, Yitai cannot betray the trust placed in him by Yimu.
A little trick allowed Yi Mu to sleep soundly.
The next morning, when Yimu woke up, he was greeted by a table full of steaming hot breakfast.
Yi Tai was wearing an apron that he had somehow found, styled like Rilakkuma, and surprisingly, it looked perfectly natural on a 1.85-meter-tall man.
Yitai beckoned Yimu to the table and poured him a glass of milk.
Yi Mu was surprised that Yi Tai could cook, and he casually asked, "When did you learn to cook?"
Yitai sat opposite him, not in a hurry to eat, but just watching him eat.
"Brother, aren't you a picky eater and don't like the food cooked by the family chef? So I learned to cook for you from now on."
Yi Mu paused in his scooping of porridge.
Teenagers find even sitting down to eat a meal with their families annoying; I really don't know what kind of mood this rebellious kid is in when he tries to learn to cook.
It's the old man's birthday, so we should dress formally.
Yi Mu put on a suit, the most ordinary yet most flattering classic Armani style.
A black suit, a white shirt, a thin tie, and hair styled with hair wax, revealing a smooth and full forehead.
Gold-rimmed glasses, a serious face, and the ultimate elite aura.
Ita hated wearing such restrictive clothes, and he didn't even know how to tie a bow tie.
Seeing that he had been fussing over in front of the mirror for a long time without getting it right, Yi Mu went over, took the royal blue bow tie from his hand, and tied it for him in a few quick movements.
With her head down, Yitai could see Yimu's long eyelashes through the edge of her glasses.
His eyelashes weren't particularly curled, but they were long and thick.
Yitai remembers that one year Yimu came back from abroad.
It was an afternoon when Emu, holding an English book, suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep in his chair.
Yitai quietly approached him from behind, intending to play a prank and scare him.
As a result, when he looked at Yi Mu's face, all the fingers that were making faces on his own face stopped, and the funny voice he was trying to make was also hidden in his throat.
Sunlight shone on Yimu's face, making the fine downy hair on his face appear to glow.
Her eyelashes were long, like little fans, casting a shadow under her eyelids.
At that time, Yitai didn't know how to describe the radiance her brother displayed at that moment.
He blushed, flustered, and remembered a line from the novel his female classmate was reading.
"He looks like an angel."
It was on that day that Yitai finally understood.
His feelings for Yi Mu were not at all the kind of "I really like him, I like my third brother a hundred times more than my two other annoying brothers".
His first sexual fantasy was about his older brother.
He obsessively cut out the picture of his sheep from the family photo, put it in his wallet, and would take it out to look at it whenever he felt the urge.
He developed a desire to possess Yi Mu exclusively.
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