My brother became a love brain

Chapter 144

what is love?

Love is happiness, love is longing, love is possessiveness.

I thought I was paranoid enough, but I didn't expect Song Dongyang to be the same as me. To some extent, we can all be called "love brain".

I got some sort of outlet for my emotions and started thinking seriously, or so be it.

Whether you love my past life, love my present life, love my body, or love my soul, in the final analysis, isn’t it still me?

I am recovering my memory, and maybe one day, I can also inherit the deep love I once had, so that I can completely erase the discomfort that is stuck in my throat.

What is there to fuss about?Is it because there is not enough money, is it because the partner is not good-looking, or is it because I don't long for love and prefer to live alone?

I almost compromised, in this silent night.I seem to be climbing a very high mountain. What makes me most desperate is not how many roads I have traveled, nor how difficult the road in front of me is, but that I can't see the end.

I can't see the possibility of Song Dongyang letting me go, and I am convinced that I am not decisive enough to resist his eyes and the most sincere desire in my heart-I am longing for his love, which is sincere, pure, and without deceit love.

So, are you kidding yourself?

"What are you thinking?" Song Dongyang opened his eyes, and he stared at me, as if he wanted to remember me at this moment.

"Thinking of you." This time, I chose to tell the truth.

"Do you love me in this life?"

"Ah."

"You can't accept it. My liking for you comes from the memory of my previous life, right?"

"Ah."

"alright, I got it."

His expression became so strange that I couldn't help but say something more.

"Heal your injury first, don't think too much."

"Chi Rui." He called my name again.

"Ok?"

"Your wish is higher than my desire."

"Say something weird."

There was a trace of anxiety in my heart, which made me organize my words and try to persuade him-I failed because I couldn't imagine what would happen next.

"Go to sleep." He closed his eyes, signaling the end of the conversation.

I stared at him for a while without any desire to close my eyes.

I tried to come up with something to talk about, but all I could think of was, "Why are you sleeping with those people?"

I still don't want to admit that the person I like is such a person who can handle sexual relations casually.

"Only when I have a relationship, will I take off the filter, see through the disguise, and discern whether they are real or fake."

"I can't control my thinking and actions. Sometimes, like a marionette, I can only move forward according to the predetermined trajectory."

"Can you understand?"

I can understand, and even feel sorry for him, but it's still hard to accept.

"Tell me something else."

"I want to have sex with you."

"..."

This topic is a bit embarrassing, I don't know how to answer it.

"But when I touched you, I felt that I was too dirty." Song Dongyang still closed his eyes, as if he had the courage to continue, "The back is unused, it is clean, I can only let you Get on me."

"Sounds like I'm special."

"You are unique, the original dream, and the true lover."

"The words of love are really nice."

The wound on my wrist hurts faintly, reminding me how much mental torture the man in front of me has brought me.

"Can you kiss me?"

"No."

"Ok."

Song Dongyang stopped talking. I waited for a while, and couldn't help turning my head to look at him again. This time it happened to meet his gaze. He didn't know when, and secretly opened his eyes again.

I looked at him stupidly, not knowing what he was thinking, but I knew that my heart was beating violently for a long time.

My love, as if at that moment, bottomed out and rebounded, it was hard to contain.

"I want to hug you." He lowered his voice, as if whispering.

"No." I also whispered to him, as if giving a secret code.

"My bed is very big, can I sleep with you." He just pushed his feet.

"No." I gritted my teeth and refused.

"Chi Rui, you are soft-hearted and cute."

"I'm afraid that's not a good adjective."

"I love you."

"roll."

"You scare me."

"You installed a camera in my room?"

"No."

"I do not believe."

"The last time you looked at me before closing the door, I already understood what you were going to do."

"You can hold your breath."

"There is no monitor in the room, but there is a scent collector. The moment you scratched your wrist, I knew I needed to stop you immediately."

"So you fainted yourself?"

"Ah."

"You are threatening me with your life."

"I can't find any other chips."

"I should hate you."

"Actually, you still love me."

I really wanted to refute him, but I couldn't find any suitable words to refute. Sleepiness swept over my nerves, I opened my mouth, and finally fell into a charming dreamland.

In the dream, Song Dongyang and I were sitting close together, holding hands tightly, the sun was shining on the sky, and a red sun was slowly rising...

When I woke up again, Song Dongyang was sitting next to me. He was working, typing on the keyboard affectionately and seriously.For a moment, I thought we were still on the island, the same pair of lovers.

Song Dongyang looked up at me, gave me a smile, and started typing on the keyboard again.When he was almost typing, he reached out and closed the notebook, put it aside, and asked me, "Would you like to eat hot pot?"

"... let's eat."

I didn’t notice it yesterday, but today I found out that our ward is not far from the restaurant. My wrist is just a flesh injury. Song Dongyang doesn’t seem to be seriously ill. We can barely eat a clear soup pot, but the cloth dishes need the help of the waiter .

After eating a hot pot meal, the whole person seemed to be more than half alive. We went back to the ward, took two intravenous drips, and went to the bathroom together.

When we were lying on the soft bed again, Song Dongyang threw a bomb at me, and he asked me: "If I lose the memories of the previous worlds and only keep the memories after I met you, will you be happier?"

This question is too unreal, but if it comes from Song Dongyang's mouth, I firmly believe that he can do it.

I hesitated for a while, then asked him: "In that case, would you still like me?"

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