With his neck being gripped like this, Tang Wenyu struggled a few times before he gave up, sighing languidly, his lips a deep red. He was exhausted, so he might as well go all in. The young boy pressed more than half of his body against his older brother, causing the unprepared Tang Wenhuo to stumble back.
He then caught himself and supported the younger man.
Tang Wenhuo gritted his teeth as he looked at his lazy little brother.
Outside, the eldest young master of the Tang Family was always calm and graceful, but he would lose his composure only when he encountered his younger siblings at home.
And there was Tang Wenyu, tilting back his face—considered the most beautiful in the entire family—forming a smile that seemed especially innocent.
"The capable should do more work. Big brother, you're so strong when you grip people, you must have the strength to carry your little brother to the hotel, right?"
Tang Wenhuo: …
