He didn't know that the "good boy" was calculating how to dismantle his defenses every day.
In my previous life, I was the last person standing on the ruins. In this life, I became the young man who was entrusted to him.
Lin Shen thought that I was helpless, that I was docile and harmless, that I was just an orphan who needed to be taken care of.
He taught me how to stir milk, helped me button my buttons, and allowed me to crawl into his bed.
But he didn't know, those wet eyes, the right dependence, the breath that fell on his collarbone at three in the morning -
It's all premeditated.
"Brother," I raised my face and said, "I'm an adult, really."
Lin Shen clasped my wrist, the tips of his ears turned red: "... Got it."
"Then," I tilted my head, my voice as soft as melted toffee, "Is my brother's heart moved?"
——I lost everything in my previous life, and I want to hide my brother in this life.
Intent: To find the ability to love in the midst of brokenness and reconstruction, to transcend the fetters of identity, form, and life and death, and to explore the boundaries between "being needed" and "being possessed."