Chapter 1408 - 1405: Even I Feel a Bit Awkward

Chapter 1408: Chapter 1405: Even I Feel a Bit Awkward

"Uh..." Qiao Muyun hesitated for a moment, raised his head, struggled to straighten his body from the embrace, his dark green eyes deep and bright, reflecting the other person’s image. He slightly pressed his lips together, finding it hard to speak; it felt awkward even to call himself.

"Qiao Junlie, I’m still used to calling you this." Qiao Muyun confessed.

Qiao Junlie smiled gently, patting his shoulder. Softly, he said, "It’s up to you, call me whatever you like." Then, seeing Qiao Muyun looking as if relieved, he added slyly, "How about this, when no one’s around, between us, you can call me brother. Come on, call me now, I really want to hear it."

Qiao Junlie’s last words made Qiao Muyun suddenly flustered; it’s not that he was unwilling, but he didn’t know how many times he had called out in his heart, yearning for this sibling affection. However, he feared that Qiao Junlie would disdain him; he was afraid of seeing disdain in the other’s eyes, afraid of being accused of wishful thinking, of claiming recognition. He knew all this was so elusive: he was truly humble... He shouldn’t have these unrealistic thoughts...

But now... this seems not like a dream.

In an instant, his dark green eyes were filled with tides, his heart swirling, uncontrollably excited.

"...Brother..." Qiao Muyun said tremblingly.

"What?" Qiao Junlie was stunned to hear it, feeling a mysterious warmth in his heart, like an invisible warm current flowing through, soothing him, incredibly soothing...

"Brother!" Qiao Muyun called again, clearer this time.

"Alright, haha, my good brother, my good brother..." Qiao Junlie spoke excitedly, wrapping his arms tightly around him again, enjoying this rare moment of returning sibling affection.

Just like that, leaning in Qiao Junlie’s embrace, feeling his body warmth and heartbeat, Qiao Muyun inevitably felt a bit awkward; he had never been this close to anyone, except for that time under the lake, next to Zi Ruoxi... At that time, her body was all wet, just sticking to him. Uh... Zi Ruoxi, thinking of this name was like an alarm ringing in his head.

I can’t, can’t think of you anymore, you belong to brother, Zi Ruoxi, brother will treat you well, brother is the right one for you...

I’ve barely regained this trust, I can’t break his heart again, this rare sibling bond is the most precious... Zi Ruoxi... forgive me... I can’t love you anymore... Perhaps... I’ll trap my love for you in the abyss of my heart, let it never become a source of guilt...

Just leaning against the pillar like that, both sitting on the floor, Qiao Junlie held Qiao Muyun tightly, stroked his shoulder with one hand, listening to the long, even breathing of the person in his embrace. Qiao Junlie’s heart instantly calmed, free from disturbance and chaotic thoughts.

For a long, long time...

The air was warmed by this picture full of tenderness... Occasionally even revealing a touch of thin ambiguity... shrouded in a mysterious and dark beauty...

"...My dear brother, do you think what we have is good?" A rich magnetic voice floated in the dim corner, spreading endless allure. At that moment, a carved bottle of wine—France (DeLuze)’s Pigalle—was in Qiao Junlie’s hand. He took sips sporadically and then handed it to Qiao Muyun.

"Hmm?" Qiao Muyun lay in his embrace, took the bottle, and drank two sips. Cough cough~ couldn’t help but cough at the spicy, icy stimulation.

"Are you okay? If you can’t handle it, drink less." Qiao Junlie advised, rarely showing as if being the older brother, fully displaying a sense of responsibility.

Upon hearing this, there was a faint discontent.

"Who says I can’t!" Qiao Muyun said irritably, then grabbed the bottle and gulped down—gurgle gurgle~~ into his belly, soon triggering a chain reaction, "Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..." kept coughing...

Qiao Junlie quickly helped him up, patting his back.

"Uh... it’s so uncomfortable..." Qiao Muyun couldn’t help but hold his belly.

"Where does it hurt, is it here?" Qiao Junlie said, reaching out to press his belly...

But Qiao Muyun blocked his hand with a hold.

"...Bro, uh... let’s leave it, I can do it myself." Qiao Muyun said awkwardly.

"What’s wrong, I’m your brother, why be shy? It must be where I punched too hard earlier, come, let me massage..." Qiao Junlie said and, without objection, pried open Qiao Muyun’s arm, extending his hand to his belly, lightly massaging through the shirt, still reprimanding while rubbing, "You rascal, always being stubborn, how could you not fight back when I hit you earlier? Don’t you know your brother is a Taekwondo ninth-degree black belt? Yet you endured silently! Are you silly? Ugh! You didn’t fight back and didn’t know to beg for mercy, I really admire you. If I hit you in the future, just beg for mercy, when I hear your voice, I won’t strike."

Qiao Junlie stopped abruptly at this point, lifted his face, and looked into Qiao Muyun’s eyes.

"Sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you. I won’t hit you again. Qiao Muyun, my brother, would you resent me for being cruel?" Qiao Junlie couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was indeed mad earlier, striking too hard. Knowing his brother since he was sensible, he had never dared to hit him. If not for the burst of anger, he wouldn’t have laid a hand this time.

"No, brother’s lesson was justified." Qiao Muyun smiled somewhat shyly, a trace of drunkenness coloring his face. On his handsome face, a faint blush brewed, adding some tenderness to his resolute facade.

Qiao Junlie also smiled, a subtle trace etched across his sensual lips. He felt very warm inside. Then continued massaging his belly.

"How does it feel, better?" Qiao Junlie asked.

"Much better, bro." Qiao Muyun responded. The other’s actions warmed his heart bit by bit, letting him feel the long-lost affection of a loved one. This feeling was wonderful!

The warm feeling enveloped both of them, allowing them to immerse in this belated happiness.

"Who would’ve thought, both of us brothers have the same taste, to fall in love with the same woman." Qiao Junlie said as if chatting. The hand massaging his belly clearly felt his body stiffen. Then quickly consoled, "Don’t be nervous, I don’t mean to blame you. Feelings aren’t just about one person." This sentence was very obscure.

Seeing Qiao Muyun still having some uneasy doubt, Qiao Junlie patted his shoulder, smartly curled the corner of his lips, "Qiao Muyun! We’re really connected; one is sky and one is sun; the world belongs to our family."