love brother

Chapter 9 Andrew - Andrew

When I stepped on the train to Paris with a complicated and heavy heart, I thought about giving up the journey countless times, but out of love for Ryan, I finally persisted.

"Yuni, are you still sad?"

Amy came to me worriedly, and I touched his head to comfort him: "It's okay, I won't be sad when I fall asleep."

"Then go to sleep, I will be by your side." He learned to pat me on the back like an adult, so cute that I want someone to rub him into his arms and rub him desperately.

Because of the kidnapping of Amy some time ago and the assassination of Ryan, we had to send Amy to a boarding school in Paris, France for his safety.Fortunately, Amy's grandparents both live in Paris, and they both expressed their willingness to take care of this lovely little grandson on their behalf.

And on the way to send Amy to Paris, I, Youni Lombardi, a ruthless character who made the entire Roman mafia fear three points, could only weakly hold a basin and vomit heart-piercingly on the train.

"I think I must have had too much milk for breakfast." I leaned limply on Lane's shoulders, I was very uncomfortable, but it was not as uncomfortable as it appeared, I just wanted Lane to take care of me .

I found that if I behaved a little weaker, Ryan would not be so harsh on me, and even let me stick to him.

He put his hand on my forehead, his body temperature was lower than mine, and it felt very comfortable against me.

"You have a fever." As he spoke, he knocked on the wall of the compartment, and soon, the sliding door was opened, and a middle-aged maid came in.

"Miranda, Youni may have caught a cold, please take Amy to the next compartment for the time being."

The maid nodded respectfully upon hearing this: "Yes, sir."

Next door is the servant's compartment, and the personal attendant who came this time is sitting in it. Although it is not as spacious as the master's compartment, it is still very comfortable.

"Do I have to go, Dad? I want to stay with you." Amy looked up pitifully.

"You will be infected. We will arrive in Paris soon, until then you will stay next door to Miranda obediently, okay?" Ryan picked him up and handed him to Miranda without any discussion, before leaving And kissed his forehead.

The father and son are like angels, with looks favored by heaven, and every movement is as beautiful as an oil painting.I watched this scene obsessively, and even the discomfort in my body seemed to be purified.

"Okay." Amy hugged Miranda with some grievances, and said goodbye to me with tears in her eyes.

I made a helpless and sad look: "Honey, I promise we will meet again soon."

Ryan locked the sliding door connecting the two carriages, stood not far from me, looked at me meaningfully and said, "Do you want to sleep, or do you want to do something else?"

I froze for a moment: "What else?"

"Turn off your excess energy." He came over and kissed me on the forehead, the same place he kissed Amy just now.I found that every time he was gentle with me, I loved him more, but every time I loved him more, I was surrounded by fear more.If one day he suddenly wakes up, his gentle kisses and indulgent acquiescence will all go away from me.

"Brother..." I called him out panting, my fingers clung to him helplessly like a drowning man.

From time to time he would lean over and kiss me, tangling his tongue and messing with my thoughts.My trousers had already receded to my thighs, exposing my entire lower body, and my panties were also taken off, taking out my genitals.Ryan kept setting fire to me, stimulating my sensitive spots with his hands, and even biting my nipples.

I felt hot quickly, and I think that's what he wanted.

"Ah!" I yelled out, but quickly suppressed the cry of pain.

Ryan rubbed my nipples with his fingertips, the place was already red and swollen from his bite just now, and now he was fiddled with consciously, and soon bursts of slight tingling came up.

He licked my earlobe, and said in an evil and extra-casual tone: "Be gentle, you don't want everyone to hear it!"

"Help me...brother..." I understand that he just wants to see me begging him. I found out last time that he really likes to listen to me say some lewd words or do some dirty things in bed, so that he will get excited faster.

"How to help?"

I took his white and slender hand and let him hold it on my hideous penis: "Let me cum at you... Please."

I'm not at all ashamed to say something so erotic and nasty, because that's what's on my mind, how I really feel about Ryan.

By the time I got to Paris, my temperature had returned to normal, thanks to Ryan's "help" in making me sweat.

After getting off the train, Ryan took Amy to visit the grandparents, and I was left alone in the hotel due to my health.

To be honest, I don't have any personal hobbies. When I'm alone, I don't like reading books or newspapers like Ryan. I mostly sleep or think about Ryan.However, I have slept for a long time on the train, and now it is difficult for me to fall asleep if I fall asleep all of a sudden.

I'm going to take a walk in the street.

There are not many pedestrians on the road, which may be related to the cold weather.

When I passed by an alley next to an opera house, I heard some noisy voices, it seemed that someone was shouting loudly.My French is not very good, but it doesn't prevent me from understanding some keywords, such as "get the money out".I walked all the way along the alley, and finally saw five young men who looked like hooligans, surrounding someone, seeming to be extorting.

Just now being blown by the cold wind, I seemed to have a fever again, and I couldn't help sneezing. It was like a thunderbolt in the quiet and dark alley, and the six people looked at me all at once.

"You bastard... kill... get out!" Forgive my French, I can only understand so much.They seemed to be irritated by me, walking towards me one by one.

What's the best way to cure a cold without taking medicine?Just another sweat.

About 10 minutes had passed when I beat those five guys who looked very strong, but were actually as skilled as the landlady's wife, to the ground.The fight didn't make me sweat, but I wasn't as cold as before.

"Thank you very much! Sir, are you okay?" The unlucky guy who was rescued by me picked up the scattered things on the ground and ran towards me, speaking English to me very smartly.

"I'm fine." It's just that I feel that the heat I've retreated seems to be making a comeback.

The man wears a pair of glasses and has burgundy curly hair. He looks a bit like a bookish writer or librarian.

He invited me kindly: "You don't look very well, can I buy you a cup of coffee? There's a nice cafe just around the corner."

I thought, anyway, I was just wandering the streets bored by myself, why didn't I accept this hapless guy's gratitude?

"Okay, but I don't want coffee, just a cup of hot cocoa."

The red-haired man called himself Andrew, a professor who taught at the nearby University of Paris.I lamented that he became a university professor at such a young age, and when he introduced himself, he only said that he was a trader.

"As a businessman, you are very skillful. Are you here to travel? From your accent, it seems to be Italian."

"Yes, my brother and nephew and I are here to travel, and the Italians are both good at it."

We chatted for a while, and accidentally mentioned the opera house next to the alley just now.

"Speaking of which, Haines is also an Italian. His Queen of the Night has caused quite a stir in Paris. Italian singers have their own unique charms. I really want to study them when I have time."

"Hainas?" I looked at him puzzled.

How can someone who is belatedly aware that there is a serial killer in his neighborhood ask me to know who is famous in Italy!

"Very nice coloratura soprano."

"But... you mean 'he'?" My head was aching with a low fever, and I was completely confused.

"Men can be sopranos too," he said with a laugh.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that after this guy smiles, he has a special charming charm, which is very familiar.

I shook my head: "I have to say that I can never appreciate the high art of high society in my life."

"Haven't you heard of him?"

I smirked hypocritically: "Forgive me for being just a businessman covered in copper."

After chatting for about an hour, I proposed to go back.My body temperature has always been higher than normal, but lower than high fever. Andrew saw that my face was a little pale, and offered to take me back to the hotel. Although I didn't want to be so troublesome, he was so enthusiastic. If I don't let him send him off, he will definitely not let me go, so in the end I had no choice but to compromise.

When we were about to walk to the hotel, I was flattered to see Ryan standing alone in front of the hotel waiting for me.

When he saw me coming back, he didn't show a happy expression, but just nodded slightly to him when I introduced Andrew to him.

"Your brother didn't cause you any trouble, did he?"

"No, he's fine. I got him in trouble. He's my hero."

When he faced Ryan, his smile deepened. I can't be mistaken, he must have been shocked by Ryan's beauty.There is a subtle feeling of unhappiness and pride in my heart.

Saying goodbye to Andrew, I followed Ryan into the hotel. He walked a meter in front of me, neither too fast nor too slow. I noticed the water marks left on his body, which must have been left after the snowflakes melted. down.Thinking that he may have been waiting for me for a long time, I can't help but feel sweet and bitter emotions in my heart.

I followed him a few steps, saw his cold face from behind, and said flatteringly: "Brother, I'm sorry, I shouldn't go out alone. I know I was wrong, can you forgive me?"

"Brother, are you talking?"

I was a little frustrated that he didn't answer me for a long time, but when we got to the elevator, he glanced at me and actually spoke to me.

"no next time."

Only he can change my mood from cloudy to clear with one sentence.

"Yes!"