In summer, the clothes are thin, and the injuries on the body cannot be covered at all, not to mention that Shu is still wearing shorts and a vest.
After hanging up the phone, Mingshu took the key and ran downstairs, a heart quenched in his chest like an electric shock.
He could hear that Xiao Yu'an's voice was different from usual, not because of his different voice, but because of his emotions. He thought it was because he hadn't seen each other for too long.
Run too long and hit someone head-on while turning.
Mingshu struggled to brake, but the man stretched out his hand, and instead of avoiding him, he took him into his arms.
The excitement in Mingshu's eyes bloomed, and he said in a hurry, "Brother!"
He hadn't noticed the injury on Xiao Yu'an's leg, but Xiao Yu'an had already seen the bright scab on his forearm.
Xiao Yuan frowned, "What's wrong with your hand?"
Mingshu looked at his forearm, and immediately showed a look of grievance, his voice softened, "Brother, I fell off the high wall and wiped off a piece of skin, it hurts!"
Rubbing off a piece of skin is painful enough, but the pain is long overdue. When the doctor sprayed him, he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, and it was only now that he saw Xiao Yu'an, he became squeamish.
I want Xiao Yuan to be painful, and Xiao Yuan to coax.
"I still fell on my waist." It wasn't enough to make Xiao Yu'an hurt the skin on his forearm. He quickly lifted his vest to reveal the bandage on his waist, "The doctor said it would be wrapped around for a week."
When he showed his injury, he turned half a circle, and at this time his back was facing Xiao Yuan, but he didn't notice that Xiao Yuan's eyes had become deep unconsciously.
"But I got a lot of badges, there are individuals and groups." He put down the vest under the vest, and became more and more proud, "Brother, do you see it?"
Xiao Yuan stared at him, and he felt agitated, feeling that Xiao Yuan was so different today.
He had seen Xiao Yuan returning from a mission before, he was more tired, silent, and calmer than when he was in the team. This time, Xiao Yuan's eyes didn't have much turbulence, but he felt that there was something in it.
He watched, and suddenly, the nerve seemed to be pricked.
desire! He seemed to see straightforward desire in Xiao Yu'an's eyes.
He took a step back involuntarily and shook his head slightly, feeling that he must be dizzy. Xiao Yuan just came back, and he just came back. They were all exhausted. At this time, he actually felt that Xiao Yuan had desire in his eyes!
"Brother..." His throat was dry, and he muttered without thinking.
Xiao Yu'an's eyes burned on the scab on his forearm, he was actually a little uncomfortable, as if he had expected something, but dared not admit that he expected it.
He retracted his arm and touched it twice, "Brother, don't keep looking at me, you're on a mission again? I don't even know, are you injured?"
Xiao Yuan nodded.
Mingshu was shocked, Xiao Yuan didn't look like he was injured. Just now he rushed down with a fearful heart, and when he saw Xiao Yuan standing in front of him, he put his heart back.
Xiao Yuan nodded, and he panicked immediately, "What is the injury? Where is the injury? Let me see!"
Xiao Yu'an avoided the claw that lifted the clothes, and his pupils were more possessive just now, and said in a calm voice, "Go back first."
Mingshu died of anxiety. As soon as he entered the room, he wanted to check where Xiao Yuan was injured, but he was not Xiao Yuan's opponent. When his back slammed against the door, he opened his eyes and stared at Xiao Yuan simply and blatantly, "Brother? "
His injured forearm was in Xiao Yuan's hand, and Xiao Yuan's rough palm was against his fragile scab.
Xiao Yuan looked at the person in front of him who was trembling slightly because of excitement, nervousness, and desire for sunshine—or maybe it was something else—and suddenly felt a trace of annoyance.
Mingshu was always in front of him, often changing tricks to seduce him, shyness was shy, but the impulse outweighed the shyness.
He is obviously not untouched, but he has no intention of forgiveness.
He stroked Mingshu, kissed Mingshu, let Mingshu touch, and let Mingshu kiss. He felt like a jerk who turned his back on his ears. It used to feel that as long as the last step didn't happen, he was morally upright.
But what kind of integrity is that
If he really wants to continue to be the moral brother to Mingshu, he should completely push Mingshu away.
He can't. He has long been attracted to Mingshu. Mingshu's petites are all used by him, and he has to be responsible for this entanglement in his entire life.
He pressed Mingshu against the door, pressing Mingshu's hand and pinching Mingshu's chin. He wanted to kiss Mingshu, but before he touched Mingshu's lips, Mingshu was already clumsy and impatient. came up.
They are always so in tune.
It seems that every action of his, Mingshu is willing to follow.
And from now on, every wish of Mingshu, he is willing to fulfill for Mingshu.
There were clothes and trousers on the ground, and a long bandage.
Mingshu didn't dare to sit up, and turned sideways from the bed, still hissing in pain.
There was a strong mint scent on his body, which was on his body when Xiao Yuan took him to the bathroom to clean up just now.
His legs were weak, so Xiao Yuan put his arms around him and smeared mint-scented body wash on him. He was nostalgic for that touch - even though Xiao Yu'an had already touched his body not long ago.
The soft legs and waist didn't affect his shame. He should have washed off the foam after wiping it once, but he took the bottle of shower gel and asked Xiao Yuan to wipe it.
Xiao Yuan said that he would do his best to call people, so he put his face on Xiao Yuan's shoulder, muttered, and deliberately did not speak clearly. Xiao Yu'an slapped him on the lower back, and continued to apply the shower gel with connivance.
Otherwise he'll be like a big mint leaf now.
Xiao Yu'an was still in the bathroom, naked, and got out of bed to get the bandage.
His brother almost killed him this afternoon. He was still a wounded man. The bandage was removed, and the scab on his forearm was also torn. His wrist dripped down, Xiao Yuan kissed at the end of the blood line, and went up along the blood line, licking off all the blood beads.
The wound started to hurt again, even worse than when a piece of skin was wiped off. The kiss that stopped on the scab made his heart palpitate.
Picking up the bandage, he couldn't sit, so he went back to the bed and knelt, trying to wrap the bandage around his waist.
But the hand suddenly became very clumsy and could not wrap well.
His arms were also sore, and his brother grabbed him too hard, and his arms were full of red finger prints.
If you can't entangle well, then don't entangle, and wait for your brother to entangle in a while.
Throwing away the bandage, he laughed a little silly.
In the summer vacation of the second year of high school, after he was rejected, he no longer thought that Xiao Yuan was his elder brother.
But after this afternoon, he was willing to talk about his brother again.
If you can't get it, you want it - always emphasize that it is Xiao Yu'an, not my brother.
You've got it all, so don't worry about it.
Xiao Yu'an is his elder brother, and this elder brother fell in love with him.
When Xiao Yuan returned to the bedroom, he saw their local cat giggling, walked over and pinched Mingshu's face, "Why are you stupid?"
"Brother—" Mingshu is so tall, he is already a male god with the burden of idols outside, but he is so soft at home, but when Xiao Yuan comes over, he circles Xiao Yuan and pokes Xiao Yuan with his chin. Abs, "Brother, you loosened all my bandages."
Xiao Yuan looked at the bandage, went to the medicine box to get a new one, took another bottle of medicated oil, and patted his leg.
Mingshu blushed, "You want to give me medicine? I myself... "
Xiao Yuan patted his legs again, "Come here."
Mingshu's face turned even redder. The bottle of medicinal oil had no label. He mistakenly thought that Xiao Yuan was going to massage him there.
It's also embarrassing.
As a result, he leaned over awkwardly, but Xiao Yu'an's voice came from above: "Where are you pointing at me?"
He was stunned for two seconds, ah, and almost jumped up, "Are you putting medicine on my waist?"
Xiao Yuan's voice had a doting smile, "Where do you think it is?"
He quickly backed away, "No, I thought it was the waist too! Brother, what kind of medicine are you using?"
Xiao Yu'an didn't expose him. He patiently applied the medicine and massaged for a while before wrapping his waist with a clean bandage.
At this point, those boiling emotions finally subsided. Xiao Yuan looked at the scabs on Mingshu's waist and forearm, and realized that he had gone too far.
Both of them have injuries, and injuries are sometimes fatal poisons. He was on the verge of losing control, and the injuries on each other broke all the restraint he had held for a long time.
Apart from loving the person in front of him, he has no other way to relieve him.
"Brother." Mingshu rubbed his stomach, "I'm a little hungry."
He was really hungry. He had been training too much during this time. He was in a hurry to come back today, and he hadn't eaten at all.
Xiao Yuan rubbed his hair, "What do you want to eat?"
Mingshu wanted to eat everything, so he made a list, and finally emphasized that there must be edamame.
Boiled edamame in salt water, together with mint ice and watermelon, is his deepest memory in the shady yard of Xiao's house when he was a child.
He wants a boyfriend and a brother.
He is extremely greedy, and greedy people do not like to do multiple-choice questions.
There is only rice at home, Xiao Yuan changed his clothes and was about to go to the supermarket. Mingshu was still lying on the bed a minute ago, and now he has put on his shirt and wants to go out with him.
"Do you really want to follow me?" Xiao Yuan said, "Are you uncomfortable walking?"
"Look at me!" Mingshu raised his chin, his eyes lit up.
Xiao Yuan helped him straighten his collar, "Do you have to wear my shirt?"
Mingshu's ears burned. He deliberately wore Xiao Yu'an's shirt. Although it was bigger than his own, he was very happy to wear it.
"Aren't you allowed to wear it?" His tone was a little squeamish, but he didn't realize it.
Xiao Yuan smiled: "Isn't it going to let you wear it too?"
The two of you went out with one word and one word, Mingshu didn't bring anything, just brought himself.
As the evening approaches, the sun is sinking in the west, the heat has not yet faded, and there is a bright glow between the sky and the earth.
The hawkers in the night market started to prepare, and the road outside the community was lively and noisy.
Xiao Yu'an and Ming Shu walked towards the supermarket not far away in the heat and excitement.
Mingshu was wearing his brother's shirt and smelled of mint from his childhood.