After running away with the ball, the boss came to visit me.

Chapter 73

　The two of them were squeezed into a small bed, and they could touch each other's hands and feet with the slightest movement.

　　Yuan Mu felt a little uncomfortable, and the sight of zombies in his mind did fade away, but the Leng Song's chest muscles he saw during the day suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

　　He became increasingly uncomfortable.

　　Just when he was hesitating whether to go out to sleep, a warm embrace suddenly enveloped the log.

　　Yuan Mu still didn't react, so he grabbed the man's clothes in a helpless manner.

　　"elder brother?"

　　The young man's voice was a little confused and trembling. Yuan Mu felt that his cheeks were getting hotter and hotter, his nose became extremely sensitive, and the slightly bitter herbal smell of the man filled the tip of his nose.

　　It made his head a little confused.

　　"Don't be afraid."

　　The broad palm patted his back and rubbed his head, as if coaxing a child.

　　The man's hoarse voice was a little sleepy and inexplicably sultry. The log stiffened, curled his toes and fell asleep next to the man in a daze.

Chapter 50

　　The young man's breathing gradually became even, and his stiff muscles relaxed a little. He thought of his former family after a long absence.

　　His relationship with his family is not good, or it cannot be said to be bad, after all, he has not seen much of his family since he was born.

　　Because he had suffered from severe heart disease since birth, Yuanmu's parents put him in a nursing home as soon as he was born in order to avoid being too sad when he left.

　　They never treated Yuan Mu materially badly, but when Yuan Mu grew up to be 20 years old, he only saw his so-called parents three or four times until the day he died.

　　He does not resent his parents, but occasionally envies other patients who can have family company.

　　But now, he has a brother.

　　The young man squeezed a little more into the man's arms like a spoiled child.

　　The two of them clung to each other, as if they were one body.

　　Yuan Mu fumbled and somehow touched Leng Song's palm. He tried to poke it with his fingertips. The man's palm was covered with a layer of calluses and felt prickly.

　　It was like touching a piece of rough marble, solid and powerful.

　　But this stone not only has temperature, but also moves.

　　Before he fumbled twice, his palm was suddenly grasped. Yuan Mu's movements suddenly stopped, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he carefully opened a crack to see the man's expression.

　　Leng Song was looking at him with his eyes lowered. A few strands of hair were scattered on his forehead, and there was a smile in his eyes. It was even more funny when he saw the young man raising his head to look at him like a curious kitten. He spoke with a smile, "Go to sleep."

　　Perhaps because he was about to fall asleep, the man's voice was slightly hoarse and lazy.

　　Listening to Yuan Mu, his ears suddenly started to burn. The hand held by the man moved uncomfortably. He leaned inward, put a little distance away from Leng Song, and closed it as if to cover up. Eyes, "I'm going to sleep, good night."