IRDWTSTML [QUICKWEAR] (Edited)

4:20

After getting out of bed, especially seeing the study room at the other end of the corridor, those briefly forgotten memories came to mind again. Mu Xingchen awkwardly helped Lu Wenyi to take the elevator. The shyness after being teased just now also disappeared. It was not that he was still particularly scared, but just a little bit awkward.

　　Seeing his brother's emotional changes, Lu Wenyi's eyes darkened, and he did not take the initiative to promise anything. He knew that he had to use actions to eliminate the shadow in his brother's heart.

　　Mu Xingchen can cook but his cooking is not delicious. Lu Wenyi, who is good at cooking, is unable to cook in his current situation. The two called a taxi and went out. While in the car, Mu Xingchen called Li Zhou and learned that they had not eaten yet, so they made an appointment smoothly.

　　After hanging up the phone, seeing Lu Wenyi's eyes on the phone, Mu Xingchen looked out the window awkwardly, turned his head after two seconds, and explained in a low voice: "Thanks to their help when you were in the hospital, I want to treat them to a meal."

　　"Yeah, I know." Lu Wenyi was very happy that his brother took the initiative to treat Li Zhou and Luo Suisu to dinner for him. He hooked his lips and tried to hold Mu Xingchen's hand. As soon as the fingertips touched, the hand quickly pulled away as if surprised. Such a violent reaction stunned him. Before he could help but pull his brother's hand over, he lowered his eyes and apologized in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I won't touch it."

　　Lu Wenyi's apology made Mu Xingchen bite his lower lip in annoyance. He pulled his hand back because he found that the driver was looking at them in the rearview mirror. Same-sex marriage has not yet been popularized in this world, and they are still blood brothers. After realizing that he was being looked at, it was really just a subconscious reaction.

　　"I, I didn't mean that."

　　"Yeah, I know."

　　Mu Xingchen looked at his mouth and said he knew, but turned his head to the other side to look at Lu Wenyi outside the window, and then looked up at the driver in front of him. After struggling for two seconds, he supported his palm on the seat and silently shortened the distance between them, and reached out to touch Lu Wenyi's palm on his leg.

　　When his brother began to approach, Lu Wenyi wanted to reach out and hug him, but he held back, just lowered his head and looked at the hand holding his fingertips, making his voice sound very calm, "What's wrong?" Hearing Lu Wenyi's voice, Mu Xingchen, who was still struggling and hesitating, suddenly stopped struggling and hesitating, and asked him, "Are you angry?" After that, he put his hand under Lu Wenyi's palm and raised his index finger to scratch his palm.

　　Carefully feeling his brother's little movements, Lu Wenyi uncontrollably curled the corners of his lips and whispered, "I'm not angry."

　　"Then you won't hold my hand." Obviously he was being upset, but looking at Lu Wenyi who was upset, Mu Xingchen felt indescribably happy, because such a brother made him feel equal and could fall in love.

　　And Lu Wenyi struggled to resist the desire to hug him and kiss him hard. With an itchy throat, he lowered his voice and asked, "Can I hold your hand? I thought you didn't like it."

　　Mu Xingchen replaced the answer with action. His hands were much smaller than Lu Wenyi's, and they were white and tender. His fingers passed through Lu Wenyi's fingers, forming a great contrast in skin color. He awkwardly hummed softly, "You can hold my hand anytime."

　　Hearing this answer, Lu Wenyi pushed hard with the tip of his tongue .

He rubbed his cheeks, feeling that every word spoken from his brother's mouth at this moment had turned into tiny fluffs, which didn't go anywhere but drilled into his heart, tickling his calm heart.