His name is Qin Qi, he is my brother. We have lived in the same bedroom, slept on the same bed, and gone to the same school since we were young. He is one year older than me.
He has been very good since he was a child, but for more than ten years, he has only doted on me.
When I fell in love with him more and more, he said: Taking care of you and pampering you are just my responsibility as an older brother.
His duplicity, in my eyes, is just perfunctory in his heart, and the responsibility he talks about is just that he likes it.