Big Brother, Do You Like Him?

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By instinct as a mecha soldier, the instant Wright was pulled into the room, he reflexively assumed a defensive stance.

He gripped the other’s arm, his back taut. It was a move that could flip someone onto the ground.

“Big Brother...”

Only then did Mu Chen’s familiar voice reach his ear.

Wright’s pupils trembled. The strength in his hand ebbed; the fingers clenched around the other’s arm loosened and slid slowly down Mu Chen’s sleeve.

Mu Chen: “I feel awful.”

A breath of scorching lips brushed Wright’s nape, light as a feather, raising a faint tickle.

His most sensitive spot was completely exposed before the other. Wright stiffly twisted his neck, trying to avoid the other’s touch.

But Mu Chen had no intention of letting him go so easily. He gently traced the curve of the other’s neck with the tip of his nose and the edge of his lips, like a small animal begging for affection...