Copywriting:
I was eleven years old when I had a brother.
When he was fourteen years old, my brother's well-proportioned, slender, powerful and beautiful hands were placed on the dark green umbrella, and he happened to be wearing a dark green short-sleeved shirt.
It was as if his brother's hand was on his body, and his skin was trembling for no reason.
But the umbrella elf told him that he couldn't like his brother.
Can't he like his brother?
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When Chenyu was fourteen years old, her mother suddenly adopted a little boy.
This boy slowly became his younger brother, like a close relative.
When Chen Yu was seventeen years old, he saw his younger brother's fair waist and dark eyes slightly narrowed.
He condemned himself all the time.
How could he like his younger brother so much?
Intention: Positive and uplifting
