"Brother Huang is here. Whoever bullied you can tell Brother Huang." Shen Huaizhou hugged the sobbing little man into his arms and patted the little man's back gently with his hand. Little did he know that the man in his arms had a smile in his eyes, blinked his thick eyelashes, looked up at his brother, and murmured in a low voice: "Brother... The eldest brother won't let me go to school to see you." Whenever he saw his brother acting like a spoiled child, Shen Huaizhou had nothing to do and could only comfort him softly: "Yan'er, it won't happen again. His grandpa, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, must be old and confused." As he spoke, his eyes became colder and colder.
Many years later, the red curtain fluttered, reflecting the two people entangled on the huge dragon bed.
"Brother Imperial, does it still hurt?" Shen Huaiyan stroked his brother's lower back flatteringly. Shen Huaizhou's cheeks turned a little red, and he was slightly annoyed that he was useless. The man just treated himself a little better and forgot about his bullying. He pushed him and said, "Go away, I don't want to see you." Shen Huaiyan looked at his lover who was obviously wrong, followed the white arm with red marks, leaned forward and pressed his blood-red lips, and said vaguely: "That can't be done, the night is still long..."