"But I don't like you living with him. The thought of you living under the same roof every day makes me feel very uncomfortable." Xibei said to me seriously.
"Then, let me and my brother discuss it again, okay?"
"Um."
"Xibei, I miss you so much." I buried my head in Xibei's arms and said.
"Me too, so I'm here."
"Xibei, it's great to be able to hold you like this and smell your unique scent."
"Silly Yaoyao..." Xibei said softly.
The next day, I ran to my brother's room and discussed it with him.
"Brother, I have something to discuss with you." I said to my brother who was still sleeping.
"What's the matter? Let's talk about it after I've had enough sleep." The old man turned over and continued to sleep, ignoring me.
"No, no, I have to tell you now." I pulled my brother up savagely.
"Okay, okay. What do you want to say?" The old man sat up helplessly and leaned on the bedside and said to me.
"Brother, can you tell Han Youxi not to live in our house? Xibei doesn't like it." I said sitting next to my brother.
"Ah, why?"
"Xibei said that Han Youxi likes me, that he doesn't like the way Han Youxi looks at me, and that he doesn't like me living with him."
"It doesn't matter if it's just the two of you living together. I don't still live here." The old man said indifferently.
"But, I think so too. Besides, Han Youxi and I have nothing to do, but Xibei doesn't like him." I said helplessly.