Fang Hao supported his head with his hands and stared at the computer with a strange expression on his face. The computer screen displayed: What should I do if I like my brother?
His fingers were stroking the enter key, but he didn't dare to say anything. There was distress on the baby's face.
"What should I do!" He held his forehead sadly.
"Wow!" He was embraced by a familiar embrace, "Hey, Fang Yi! What are you doing! You... Aren't you at home!" Fang Hao typed randomly on the keyboard, afraid that the people behind him would see the words on the screen.
"Because my brother misses me, how could I let him... Let him be alone!" With an evil smile on his lips, he stood up, hugged Fang Hao, and threw him on the bed.
"Hey! My clothes!"
"Whoa! My pants!"
"Wow, don't touch!"
"Hey! Um..."