Little Terrified Bun

Warning: Slight NSFW ahead.

The topic of conversation suddenly turned to an unpeaceful one.

Wei Zhe couldn’t help laughing at the blushing cheeks and trembling eyelashes of the little boy in the mirror. His dark eyes seemed to contain a bright sheen of water, full to the brim—how cute! The annoyed Wei Jing kept looking at him through the mirror.

Wei Jing felt that he was being laughed at. Evil actions grew out of his bravado. He grabbed his brother's hair with his little claws and tried to make a vicious expression. "Don't laugh."

"I didn't laugh!" Wei Zhe narrowed his eyes, turned his head slightly, and looked at the young man with a serious and sincere expression.

Wei Jing: "..."

How come even his big brother had become bad these days? He almost thought that what he saw before was fake?

The little boy hmphed twice. He was reluctant to let go of Wei Zhe’s hair, but he slowly let go of it, picked up the hairdryer, and continued to blow Wei Zhe's hair dry. The wet black hair gradually became fluffy and soft, and Wei Jing's fingers shuttled through it, pressing it on his brother's scalp from time to time. After a while, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes and covering his mouth in a yawn.

"Okay, brother, I'm so sleepy! I'm going to bed."

"You’re just leaving?" Wei Zhe raised his eyebrows.

"Huh?" Wei Jing tilted his head and asked with his eyes—what else could I do if you don't leave?

"Well, you can stay and sleep with me tonight." Wei Zhe stroked his chin. "It seems that the two of us haven't slept together for a long time."

"Okay!" Wei Jing said as he walked to the edge of the bed. He flopped up on it, and his fluffy slippers were kicked aside by his little feet. The little boy's feet didn't look much bigger than a grown man's palm. The pink nails seemed like budding flowers, embellishing the toes that were as white as jade.

Wei Jing's skin was very white, and his feet hadn’t seen the sun for many years, so they were even whiter than snow. Wei Zhe could clearly see the cyan veins through his skin, which made Wei Jing seem even more delicate and pitiful.

Wei Zhe sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to hold the child’s instep in his palm.

"Hahaha...it's so tickly! Brother...let go..." The young boy stretched out his leg and kicked the young man's arm with his other foot. The foot was soft, and it hardly made any impact. Wei Zhe grabbed the little boy's left foot too.

"You even dare to kick your elder brother? It seems that you’re rebelling!" Wei Zhe teased.

"I’m not..." Wei Jing couldn't move after his two feet were caught. He opened his eyes angrily. A fine sheen of water welled up in his eyes, and he looked so weak and helpless. His everything was held in Wei Zhe’s hands...

The night was getting darker.

Drowsiness struck.

Wei Zhe's heart seemed to be severely touched by something. He let go of his foot hastily and turned his head to cover it up. "Let’s sleep!"

"Mm! Good night, big brother." Wei Jing rubbed his feet together. He muttered, "Meanie, Big Brother", closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Wei Zhe stood beside the bed, his fingers harshly rubbing his temples. His long, narrow phoenix eyes were half-closed, and his thin lips were pursed. Why had he suddenly thought of the grown up Wei Jing just now?

A beautiful young man with bright eyes and white teeth wearing a wide white bathrobe, half on the bed. His white and slender legs were bent attractively, insteps taut, his toes curled together like flowers waiting to bloom. His clothes half off, skin as white as jade. A wiry chest, a slender neck, sharp collarbones, a fragile Adam's apple... and tears in his eyes, the curled black eyelashes like crow feathers collecting little teardrops, as if he had been bullied fiercely...

Wei Zhe didn't know why, but he felt heat in his lower abdomen. That feeling came and went quickly... It was only for a moment.

But even so, it was enough to make Wei Zhe doubt his life.

Wei Jing was his younger brother. Although they were not related by blood, they had lived together for so many years? What was the difference between them and blood brothers?

He actually had an unspeakable desire for... the future Wei Jing...

It was just... so inappropriate.

The young man looked at the young boy who was sleeping soundly and couldn't help pinching the other’s nose with his hand, muttering, "Little rascal, sleeping so soundly. If you dare to betray me again in this life, I will break your legs, you know?"

Wei Jing, who had fallen into a deep sleep, "..."

That night, Wei Zhe had a dream.

He dreamed of his last life. At the age of 27, he was handling official business in his study. At this time, Wei Jing, who had grown up, was wearing a loose V-neck sweater, revealing his slender and delicate collarbones. A lace apron was fastened awkwardly to his waist.

The delicate and breath-taking face contained a soft and gentle smile, and his eyes were filled with bright sunshine, making people feel like they were relaxing on a warm April day.

It was this smile that made Wei Zhe instantly understand that this was a dream.