Two male protagonists, older adults, seven-year age difference, white cut and black
When Shen Sui was seven years old, his mother forced him to see a neighbor's newborn baby. The baby was wrinkled and his eyebrows were not widened. He turned his head in disgust, full of impatience. Until the soft little milky voice hit his ears - "Brother, give me a hug." He hesitated for a long time, and finally bent down and took the warm soft meat into his arms.
This hug lasted more than ten years.
The wrinkled little dumpling at that time has grown into a fair and elegant young man with clear eyebrows and dimples when he smiles. He is clean and eye-catching, and is favored by countless girls on campus.
But no one knew that beneath the gentle and well-behaved appearance, there was Shen Sui's exclusive paranoia.
In the dim light of the night, he pressed the young man firmly on the bed, rubbed the corners of his red eyes with his fingertips, and listened to the soft cries of the person in his arms. His hoarse and low voice was close to his ears, with a bone-crushing possessiveness: "Do you still want my brother to hold me?"
He couldn't hide the smile in the boy's eyes, so I could only watch his cry.
