Yun Zhen blushed as she washed Yun's clothes. The fabric was thick, with fine stitches. After being soaked in water and then applied with soap, it felt firm and soft, and holding it in the hand felt like touching someone's skin.
Yun Zhen was teased and couldn't help but recall the smooth and flexible parts he felt in Yun Qing's bed. He felt confused and hated himself for doing this, but he also felt that he would do the same thing even if it happened again tonight.
After washing Gabriel Taoist's clothes, he hung them in the yard and stood in front of the door in a daze. After a long while, he turned around and wanted to go back to his room, but he turned back abruptly as soon as he took a step. He gritted his teeth and got into the bed of his junior brother, hugged the warm person in his arms, and there was some childish stubbornness between his handsome eyebrows, like a child holding his most beloved toy that could be taken away at any time.
Yun Qing was deeply drunk, and his sleeping face was peaceful, almost looking a little obedient. Yun Zhen caught the rare obedience on his junior brother's face, and a rootless grievance rose in his heart. With Yun Qing in his arms, he was reluctant to fall asleep, and only kept his eyes open tiredly and excitedly waiting for dawn. After all, he didn't know when he would be able to hold Yun Qing next time.
The next day, Yun Qing woke up and felt someone behind him. He turned his head and saw Yun Zhenqiao also opened his eyes and looked at him. There were bloodshot eyes, as if he had not slept well.
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