Rebirth of Brotherly Love

In An Ze's memory, his brother was always so cold, as if nothing was important in his eyes. Although he looked cold and arrogant, he was actually a very soft-hearted person ... Although his soft-hearted object was only An Yan and An Mo have never been themselves.

Probably because of his calm personality, the elder brother never showed more affection to the four younger brothers. In his eyes, maybe the younger brother Anzai has matured so much that he doesn't need his care. Every time When he finds a problem, he always says, "You decide for yourself." Even when he was admitted to the military academy in the third year of high school, as the eldest brother, he only gave the extreme indifference that "you think carefully".

Bian Anze reached out his hand, slowly smoothed his frown, then found his hand in the duvet and held it gently.

His body temperature has been low since he was a child. His long fingers always carry a distressing coolness. Anze held his fingers in his palm and used his body temperature to warm him. The temperature difference gradually narrowed, and almost the frequency of heartbeats gradually became the same ...

Although it feels satisfying to be by his side at this moment, but this kind of self-proposition robs him, and with his temper, he will never give up.

I wonder what expression will look on his face when he wakes up the next day?

The author has something to say: An zealous Anze ~~ An Xiaoluo is miserable enough, the author is reluctant to abuse him, so Anze you ... as a strong little attack, take the brother's share ~ Double dinner ~ Everyone is optimistic about you ~

An Ze: It's okay, it's okay to abuse my brother. As long as you finally let me eat him countless times, I'll enjoy it ...

An Luo: What did you say?

Anzai: Oh, I said, does my brother want pork ribs?

An Luo: OK, you do it.

Author: ...... buy small by heart, first by buying a small stomach, which is the truth ==

Chapter18

In the early morning the next day, the weather was fine and the sun shot into the bedroom through the window, revealing a large, neat bed.

On the snow-white double bed, two young men lay. One of them was obviously afraid of the cold. He rolled the quilt over and wrapped himself, and the other was very casual. Limbs.

Although they were separated by an arm, their hands were gently held together in the duvet. The gesture of intertwined fingers seemed a bit ambiguous.

An An slowly opened his eyes slowly, almost instantaneously, his body tightened immediately.

He was keenly aware of the changes in the environment-soft beds, warm yellow walls, delicate chandelier overhead, military uniforms hanging on hangers-this is obviously not the bedroom in the home, this place is very strange.

It was scary enough for Yi to wake up and change to a bedroom, and even more terrible than that, there was another person in the bedroom bed. The warm breath was evenly brushed around his neck, and the man was obviously asleep.

Wouldn't it be ... reborn somewhere else?

Anluo froze, turned his head stiffly, and saw the face of the young man close at hand—

Without the oppressive eyes on weekdays, the sleeping spirit of An Ze had converged a lot, and a few dark hairs fell down to cover his eyebrows, with a tall nose and firm lips, making him asleep Looks very handsome. If a photographer takes his picture at this time, he can directly make a cover model without any processing at all.

It's a pity that An Luo didn't have the mood to appreciate the younger brother's good looks at this time. Looking at An Ze sleeping soundly beside him, An Luo felt only resentment and rejection.

He has never slept with anyone, bedrooms, beds, these are like a heart protected by a thick shell, a private territory that does not allow anyone to invade at will.

Why does Anzawa sleep beside him?

He even holds his hand? !!

He reasonably said that when someone approached the bedroom, An Luo would wake up alertly. But he was moved to another bedroom last night. He didn't even notice it. He didn't even have any nightmares all night. For An Luo, who has been unable to sleep well, such a deep sleep would never happen.