What Should I Do If My Zhuma Brothers Are Too Possessive of Me?

[The loser group's favorite × crazy possessive attack | Adventure in another world] My name is Lian Heyang. The most useless trash in Dragon Territory, the kind that can't even light a fire. And Lian Jin, the eldest prince of the Dragon Clan, broke out of the triple cocoon at the age of fourteen and became the heir to the Burning Dragon Heart. He was a rare genius in the entire Dragon Realm for a century. We are good brothers. At least that's what I always thought. I was picked up by him. When I was three years old, he brought me back from the West End. At that time, my mother had just died, and I was starving to the skin and bones in the orphanage, huddled on the roadside waiting to die. A carriage stopped, and a little boy got out of the carriage and stood in the sunshine looking at me. He was wearing a dark red brocade robe, and his eyes were golden and astonishingly bright. He asked me what my name was and I said no. He said, "Follow me." I gave him my hand. I've been by his side ever since. He taught me to walk, teach me to write, and taught me to eat. I am slow to learn everything, but he is never in a hurry. I couldn't learn how to light a fire, so he taught me over and over again until late at night, until I fell asleep on his shoulder. Everything I have is given by him. He picked out the clothes, fed her, and held her even when she slept. I thought this was the brother. Until that day. We are trapped in an ice cave. It was dozens of degrees below zero, and my lips turned purple from the cold, my whole body shivered, and my teeth chattered. He said nothing. He just took off his shirt and put me in his arms. His chest was as hot as a furnace, and his hot skin pressed against my face. I huddled in his arms and could hear his heartbeat - thump, thump, thump - Scary fast. "Jin..." My teeth chattered, "Do you have a fever?" He didn't answer. He just buried his face in my neck and breathed hot breath on my skin. "Don't move." He said hoarsely, "Let me hold you for a while." I didn't move. But I could feel his arm holding me shaking. Not cold. It's something else. Then we were in danger. I fell off the ice cliff and thought I was dead. The moment he fell, I saw him jump down too. When he woke up, he was kneeling next to me covered in blood. His fingers were shaking. She was shaking so much that she touched my face, my pulse, and my heartbeat. Those golden eyes were so red that they looked like they were bleeding, staring at me, as if they were afraid that I would never wake up if I closed my eyes. "Lian Heyang." He called me by my full name. The voice was hoarse and unlike him. "If you dare to die, I will pull you back and lock you up. You will never leave me." Sister Ruobing next to her whispered: "Why don't these words sound like what my brother said..." He turned his head and glanced at her coldly. Then bow his head. Kiss me on the forehead. Very light. Very hot. "It's what you think it is," he said. I was stunned. My mind went blank, except for those words echoing over and over again. Etc. Ember. Did you make a mistake? I am your good brother! ! ! --- Evening Embers Chapter My name is Lian Jin. The eldest prince of the dragon clan broke through the triple cocoon at the age of fourteen and became the heir to the burning dragon heart. None of this matters. The important thing is that I have someone who has been with me since I was five years old. His name is Lian Heyang. I picked it up. I was eight years old that year, returning from a mission to the Crystal Empire and passing by the West End. The curtain of the carriage was blown open by the wind, and I saw a child squatting on the roadside. So thin that there was only a handful of bones left, shrunk into a small ball, like an abandoned cub. But his eyes are bright. Amber, shining in the sun, like two candies. I stopped the carriage and walked up to him. "What's your name?" He shook his head. "Follow me." I gave him my hand. He looked at me and then put his little hand into my palm. At that moment I knew—— He is mine. Not brothers. Not a picked-up orphan. Be mine. From that day on, I took him with me. When he learned to walk, I held him. He was learning to write and I was holding it. He eats and I feed him. I hold him while he sleeps. He didn't understand what this meant. But I know. He couldn't learn to light a fire, and others called him a loser behind his back. He said nothing, just lowered his head. I don't need to get my hands dirty. I only have to look at those people and they themselves will be scared. Waste? He is mine, who dares to say a word? I want to become stronger. So strong that no one dares to lay a finger on him. Strong enough to protect him no matter what happens. That day in the ice cave, he was shivering from the cold. Her lips were purple, her face was pale, and she huddled in my arms like a frightened little animal. I took off my clothes and wrapped him up, using my body temperature to keep him warm. He huddled on my chest, a small ball, too soft to be true. "Jin... You have a fever?" He asked. I don't. My heart just beats too fast. Not because of the cold. It's because he is in my arms, so close, trusting me so much, and needing me so much. Later he fell off an ice cliff. I jumped down. At that moment I didn't think about whether I would die. I just want to think - what will I do if he is gone? When they found him, he was covered in blood and motionless. For the first time, I knew what fear was. The kind of fear that seeps from the bones and can drown people. I knelt next to him, my hands shaking so much that I couldn't touch his face. The pulse is still there. The heartbeat is still there. Fine. Fine. "Lian Heyang." I called his name. "If you dare to die, I will pull you back and lock you up. You will never leave me." The woman next to me muttered something about "not being like brothers." I glanced at her. Then he lowered his head and kissed his forehead. "It's just what you think." He finally woke up. He looked at me with wide eyes, confused. Stupid. I still don't understand. It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time. Take your time. Anyway, from the day he handed me his hand—— He won't be able to run away. Reading guide: 1.1V1 double clean, sweet pet. 2. The adventure of a group of teenagers and the road to becoming stronger. Intention: positive energy