My brother became a love brain

Chapter 105

"Perhaps you would mind if I look at your body." I said bravely.

"No, I don't mind at all." He seemed to be smiling when he said this, but when I turned my head to look at him, he still had the same cold look and didn't smile at all.

I tried to keep my eyes on his neck and above, but I still couldn't help but see his naked upper body. His figure is excellent, even comparable to the top male models.

As a normal person, I would yearn for and delight in beautiful things, but I raised my gaze restrainedly. At this moment, I heard Song Dongyang chuckle, and he said, "Do you want to see more?"

"If you do this again, I will apply to the dormitory management to change the dormitory."

This is purely to lie to him. The postgraduate dormitory is relatively tense, and changing the dormitory is also very complicated. Unless the trouble is so serious that I beat people when we meet, the college and the dormitory aunt will not agree to let me change dormitories.

But Song Dongyang seemed to be threatened by me, he straightened his lips, said "sorry" coldly, put on his expensive and thick suit, and then began to speak awkwardly Unlock your own suitcase.

I don't understand, how could someone wander around the dormitory wearing a suit jacket in the summer, but still couldn't see it, and said, "Dude, aren't you hot? It's fine if you wear a shirt."

Without raising his head, Song Dongyang said, "I never put on and take off a shirt that hasn't been washed."

What kind of strange hobby is this? !

I took a deep breath, looked at his suitcase, and said with a glimmer of hope, "Are you bringing clothes?"

"Pa-ta--" Song Dongyang unlocked the complicated combination lock of the suitcase, and there were several stacks of books neatly stacked inside, without a single piece of clothing.

"Pfft." I couldn't help laughing, and finally understood why this person had no desire/desire to change clothes on a hot day.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I brought five suitcases." Song Dongyang wiped the fine sweat on his cheeks with the back of his hand, "Four suitcases were lost during the transfer, and the last one is left, which is the one you saw. "

"Why don't you go shopping for some clothes?"

"I just got off the plane and went directly to the school to go through the enrollment procedures. I'm not familiar with the surroundings, so I haven't had time to buy them yet."

After this conversation, I managed to get a better impression of Song Dongyang, mainly because he acted a little stupid, not like he has such a high IQ to do very hateful things.

To put it bluntly, I am a bit of a bad guy. After confirming that he is not that anti-social, looking at his current appearance, I can't stand it.

I quickly glanced at his figure, opened my closet, and found an unopened cotton white T-shirt from the inside, handed it to him naturally, and said, "If you don't mind, you can first Wear it, and then wash your shirt, the current weather is probably dry at night. If you are free today, today is free, and tomorrow is tomorrow if you are free, and I will take you to buy a few more sets of clothes. "

He looked at me with a strange expression, as if the one who could submit the "Deceptive Behavior Award" was not him, but me.

But after a few seconds, he nodded, took my t-shirt, and took off his coat with his back to me before giving me a moment to react.

I looked away as fast as I could, but I still saw his bare/naked back, the curvature of his back muscles is very beautiful, the most terrible thing is, his trouser waist is extremely low, this dude actually has a waist, buttocks The shape is also like the well-known "peach hip".

My breathing sank for a moment, but was accurately captured by Song Dongyang. He unwrapped the package and put a white T on his body to cover his body.

He said, "You're not particularly straight, are you?"

I didn't respond to his words, I stretched out my hand to grab the ladder, got on the bed in a few steps, closed the door of the mosquito net again, and lay flat on the bed.

Our dormitory is an old-fashioned dormitory, because the circuit is aging and there is no air conditioner. I clamped a small electric fan by the bedside and pressed the switch. Calmed down my slightly disturbed mood.

I thought I had made the words "I don't want to communicate" obvious enough, but I turned my head and was almost taken aback——Song Dongyang's head was standing beside my bed, he raised his head, quietly looked at me quietly.

The height of the bed is 1.9 meters. Song Dongyang’s height is at least 1.8 meters, which should be about the same as me. At that moment, I thought of a classic anime scene a few years ago. Panicked populace.

Song Dongyang is not ugly, but he looks at me like this, I can't ignore him at all.

We stared at each other for more than ten seconds, and finally I couldn't help asking him: "What are you doing?"

"I'm dressed like this, does it look good?"

My white T-shirt is a bit wide, and it should be empty on him, but he sweated before, and the cotton T-shirt stuck to his body, which outlines the chest muscles and highlights the hardness// Pretty good two.A very vulgar sentence flashed in my brain, he might as well not wear it if he is dressed like this.

I closed my eyes and wondered if I was dreaming. Why did my ordinary campus life suddenly become a suspected GV scene?

Yes, I have watched GV. I have a few friends who are gay. When I was a teenager, they watched AV with me. After the AV was finished, the computer played GV in sequence. I watched it for a while, and I didn’t feel particularly disgusting. It's not hard, anyway, just follow through.

I returned my thoughts from the distant past to the present, and I asked him, "Are you seducing me?"

He shook his head and said, "I'm not seducing you."

Our conversation was so inexplicable and vexatious that I closed my eyes again and was about to turn around and pretend I couldn't see him.

He said another sentence: "I can't find where the restaurant is, I'm a little hungry, Rui."

"Don't call me Rui, you can continue to call me Chi Rui," I scratched my hair, the sympathy left in my heart prevented me from ignoring him, and I asked with a glimmer of hope, "You can use your mobile phone to navigate, Right?"

I couldn't see his expression clearly, but he must have smiled, and his voice was no longer cold, and even a little gentle.

He said: "Sorry, I have never used a mobile phone to navigate."

At that moment, I heard the crack of the string called reason.

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