Lin Chansen sat quietly while the TV started playing a boring news broadcast.
He didn't seem to be in the mood to watch TV. He kept staring at his brother who was sleeping beside him, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he moved towards Lin Chanxi, carefully and gently, as if he was afraid of waking him up.
Lin Chansen raised his hand, placing the back of his hand against the side of his sleeping face, slowly sliding over the delicate skin, his eyes full of love.
Lin Chanxi, who was asleep, pouted and unconsciously scratched the left side of his face where something seemed to have crawled just now. He made a lazy sound. It looked like he was sleeping lightly, and he reacted to this movement.
Lin Chansen knew it was very dangerous, but this kind of opportunity was really rare. His brother was sleeping in front of him without any precautions, and his parents were not at home.