Gathering his thoughts, Ji Yemo changed into slippers, walked into the living room, greeted Ji Yebai and Qiao Nancheng, and headed upstairs to the study, glancing back every few steps.
Will this strong boy seduce his brother?
The two in the living room seemed completely oblivious to his thoughts. Qiao Nancheng obediently took off his shirt, revealing a strong chest with a healthy tan.
Ji Yebai snorted coldly; the idiot Qiao at least had a decent body.
"Turn around."
Qiao Nancheng turned around, and Ji Yebai poured some medicinal oil into his hands, rubbed them together haphazardly, and then started massaging Qiao Nancheng's shoulders.
"Brother, it hurts." Qiao Nancheng said pitifully.
"Hurt, what hurt! Bear it! And I don't want to hear the words 'brother' from you again!!" The certain second master was on the verge of breaking down.
"Oh, got it, brother. It hurts, go easy."
Ji Yebai: "..."
