It was as if being thrown into a pill furnace, and the heat wave surged, wrapping Zong Ziheng in it airtightly, and he felt getting hotter and stuffier, as if he was about to be steamed alive.
He awoke from a slumber of extreme fatigue.
When he opened his eyes, he was still at a loss. He didn't know where he was, what day it was, and why he was so sore that he couldn't even lift his neck.
Soon he felt the power that bound him. He lowered his head and saw a thick clump of black silk, like a cloud of crows that lingers in the autumn rain season.
The memory came back, he was being hugged by Zong Zixiao hands and feet, Zong Zixiao's body temperature was always on the high side, no wonder he was so hot that he was almost out of breath. Recalling the absurd indulgence of this night, the unsightly scenes made his face burn with shame and anger.
This shameless beast!
Zong Ziheng endured the pain and wanted to break free from the embrace that was tightly clamping him, but as soon as he moved, the pair of iron arms closed even tighter. Both of them were naked. The chest is like a hot iron, which makes people feel hot all over.
Zong Ziheng put his hands on Zong Zixiao's chest, and tried to pull a little distance away, but Zong Zixiao's legs were still sandwiching his legs, and the hair of the two of them was even entangled in the bed. The breath is wrapped, as if every inch of skin from head to toe is stained with the smell of Zong Zixiao.
He was like prey marked for ownership.
Just at this moment, he heard a faint sleep talking.
"mother."
Zong Ziheng was stunned.
"Mother, don't go..." Zong Zixiao's sword eyebrows flying obliquely into his temples were tightly twisted, with a thin layer of sweat floating on his forehead, he was choked up in a nightmare, "You don't want to die, don't go... Mother..."
Zong Ziheng let out a long sigh, the pain on Zong Zixiao's face made his heart clogged badly, would the mighty and invincible Demon Lord call for his mother at night like a child.
He actually wanted to ask, how have you lived these ten years, but the two of you can no longer speak even a few words calmly.
"Brother..."
Zong Ziheng was shocked.
"Brother, don't... save me..." Zong Zixiao gathered his limbs together again, and imprisoned his elder brother in his arms. His bewitching and handsome face was distorted in pain by the nightmare, and crystal tears slid from the corners of his eyes.
Zong Ziheng's nasal cavity was sore, and his vision instantly blurred.
Zong Zixiao hoarsely called: "Brother, I'm afraid..."
The great sorrow pierced Zong Ziheng's heart like a sharp sword, breaking his heart. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, hesitated a few times, and gently stroked Zong Zixiao's frowning eyebrows.
He has always devoted all his care and love to this youngest brother, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he dotes on him. If those things hadn't happened, they should have been the closest brothers in the world, partners who fought side by side throughout their lives. Xiao Jiu is without a doubt the most important person in his life. He may be cold-hearted to Mozun's eldest son, Xiao Jiu, but he will never let his Xiao Jiu go in his heart.
"Big Brother, Big Brother." Zong Zixiao called "Big Brother" loudly, as if it was a witch spell to summon light, as long as he kept chanting, all the darkness could be driven away.
Zong Ziheng's lips moved slightly, and he instinctively wanted to respond, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Zong Zixiao buried his head in Zong Ziheng's chest, as if wishing he could become one with him, hugged him tightly, and cried out in a crying voice: "Brother, help me..."
Zong Ziheng's heart ached unbearably, tears burst down the embankment, he tried to smooth the frown several times, but found that he couldn't erase the wound engraved on the bone marrow. At this moment, the torture and fear that Zong Zixiao had given him were all forgotten, he instinctively grasped this little trace that belonged to Xiao Jiu, and tremblingly said: "Xiao Jiu, don't be afraid, big brother is here."
Xiao Jiu, don't be afraid, big brother is here.
If he could say this sentence ten years ago, if he had the ability to protect his younger brother ten years ago, his little Jiu would not have fallen into the devil's way, and they would not have reached the desperate situation they are today.
If he could get Xiao Jiu back, he would die willingly.
He pushed Zong Zixiao away countless times, but this time he took the initiative to hug his little Jiu. He stroked the thick black hair, patted the broad and strong back, and comforted gently with a barely audible voice: " Little Jiu, big brother is here."
Big brother didn't protect you well, big brother can't be by your side when you need it most, but big brother never forgets you, big brother will still guard you with his life.
Zong Zixiao gradually stopped weeping in the arms of his elder brother, his brows relaxed slowly, his muscles were no longer as tight as defending against enemies, he seemed to have found the warmest and most comfortable place in the world, where he could relax , Roam in peace of mind. He had an incomparably sweet dream. In the dream, he returned to his youth. He had a loving father, mother, and elder brother. The elder brother’s smile was as gentle as spring in May, with light rain of apricot blossoms and gentle breeze. It's beautiful and intoxicating.
He has not slept so peacefully for a long, long time—
Zong Ziheng woke up from the pain in his numb arm.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he met a pair of probing eyes, which were deep and heavy, like a dark pool of water.
Zong Ziheng was startled and wanted to get up, but his arm was already numb after being pillowed for half the night. He rubbed his arm and sat up under the quilt.
The quilt covered his chest, revealing only a snow-white shoulder and neck. His shoulders were as straight as a knife cut, his neck was slender and slender, and the bruises all over it were caused by Zong Zixiao's sucking and biting last night. De Zongzixiao was moved again.
Zong Ziheng recalled that chaotic night. The first half of the night and the second half of the night seemed to be two separate memories and two different groups of people. He only thought that he had a dream. That's all. Because he now clearly knows that the person facing him is the Demon Lord.
"You..." When he woke up this morning, he found himself being hugged by Zong Ziheng. He still hasn't recovered from the shock. He had a long, long dream. He dreamed that all the framing, betrayal, and hatred never happened. He was still the carefree Ninth Prince who was held in the hands of everyone. He could be nestled in the arms of his elder brother. He acted like a baby to his heart's content, the elder brother hugged him and spoke softly, he was willing to stay in that moment for the rest of his life. When he woke up and found that he was really hugged by his elder brother, he suddenly thought that all the pain was just a nightmare, and the nightmare dissipated, and he was intimate with the person he loved the most.
What is a dream and what is reality? If the truth is so painful, and the dream can only be fulfilled, why do you have to wake up
Zong Ziheng lowered his head and got up to get out of bed.
Zong Zixiao grabbed him: "I last night..." He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to ask.
Zong Ziheng also remained silent.
"Last night, I had a lot of dreams. I dreamed about the past." Zong Zixiao pulled his elder brother into his arms, put his arms across his waist, and hugged him tightly from behind: "I also dreamed about you."
Zong Ziheng's breathing stagnates.
"Have you ever wondered where we would be if those things hadn't happened?"
"..."
"But I still want you. I won't allow you to marry a wife. I want you to lie under me as a female. I want you to belong to me forever." Zong Zixiao's lips lightly pecked his elder brother's cheek, "I I thought about it at the time, you are my big brother, I have always listened to you, if you want to let you obey me, unless I am the emperor."
Zong Ziheng's body froze.
"Maybe you and I are destined to fight." Zong Zixiao kissed his earlobe, cheek, neck, and collarbone, "It's a pity that neither you nor I won."
Zong Ziheng murmured: "We all lost."
"I won't lose again." Zong Zixiao hugged his eldest brother tightly, and whispered against his ear, "When I reach the ninth heaven, no one in this world can do anything to me. And you, as long as you Stay by my side without distracting thoughts, I will..." He hesitated for a moment, then said with some difficulty, "I will make your life easier."
Zong Ziheng whispered, "Don't embarrass Zhongming."
"Look at your performance." Zong Zixiao closed his eyes, put the weight of his body on the elder brother, and sniffed the warm and elegant orchid fragrance on the elder brother with nostalgia.
Feeling the strength of his shoulders, Zong Ziheng thought of the man who was crying in his arms last night, and felt sad.