My Boyfriend Wants To Murder His Brother

3

I quickly ran into the bathroom and saw Leo lying on the floor.

He was covered in foam, his neck stuck in a chair, and his head and butt were high in the air.

When he saw me, he pouted and said, "Amber, you finally came. If you didn't come, Andy would have tortured me to death."

Tad looked better slightly. At least there was a person waiting to be rescued.

The rescue went smoothly. Leo finally was rescued and nestled in my arms, complaining about Andy.

"Amber, I didn't get stuck voluntarily. It was Andy.

"I didn't want to take a shower. It was Andy who said you were coming soon, and I was too filthy. He forced me into the bathroom.

"And also, it wasn't me..."

Leo blurted out all of Andy's tricks. Andy said, "Leo! You won't get your pocket money next month!"

Leo trembled and said, "He's bullying me again. Amber, look at him..."

Looking at Leo clinging to me like an octopus, I turned my head and looked at Tad.

Tad, please come and save me!

But Tad just smiled and shrugged, "Be back before 6 p.m."

Before I could speak, Andy rushed up and shook Tad's hand, saying, "Thank you, Tad!"

I was speechless.

After Tad left, Leo fell asleep.

In the living room, only Andy and I were left, staring at each other.

"Well, if there's nothing, I'll go first," I said and broke the silence.

I stood up from the sofa, but before I could turn around, a big hand pulled me back.

With a gentle tug, I fell into a warm and tight embrace.

Andy wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. He buried his head in my shoulder, his warm breath blowing on my skin.

"Amber, I miss you so much."

I felt my face flush, and my ears and collarbone started to burn.

The last time I was pressed by him like this was like ages ago.

4

I and Andy were college classmates. When we just entered school and were going through military training, he was very aloof.

But because of his handsome appearance and versatile skills, he was very popular among girls.

In the dormitory, we often chatted, and it was always about him.

I didn't feel a thing about him. I had no interest in good-looking people, but I liked challenging things.

Seeing my roommates being turned down by him a lot of times, I became interested.

I carefully studied and summarized Andy's preferences and then catered to them.

I said good morning and good night to him every day.

I persisted for a month without missing a day, and in return, he replied, [Can you stop messaging me? It's annoying!]

Very well. He completely aroused my interest.

I started to hit on him even harder. Whether it was breakfast, dinner, or school activities, wherever he appeared, one could see me.

Slowly, I became his number one simp. Even my roommates started to throw in the towel and gradually gave up.

I tirelessly pursued him for three and a half years, and I was very happy doing it.

Originally, such happiness could have lasted until graduation, but to my surprise, he started to waver.

The turning point was during a school cultural event.

Ken Ward, who had a crush on me, and I were locked in the equipment basement.

The basement door was old and never closed, but I was unlucky that day because there was a typhoon.

After the door closed, no matter what tools we used, it wouldn't budge.

Ken and I kept each other warm overnight, and it was only when the sky was getting bright that the firefighters rescued us.

It was on that day that I started to admire the firefighting profession.

When Andy saw me, his eyes lit up, and he hugged me.

When he saw Ken coming out after me, his arms began to tighten.

After that day, I seemed to have realized something.

I changed.

I started to send him messages like [I won't bring you breakfast today. I'm going to an event with Ken.]

[I won't bring you dinner. I'm with Ken.]

After three days, Andy blocked me downstairs in the female dormitory.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Amber, do you know that Ken is a playboy?"

Oh. He was jealous and tried to undermine Ken.

"No. But I know he's good to me." I shrugged indifferently.

"Then I'll be good to you too, OK?"

Andy sounded a bit aggrieved, and I suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

"No. Don't go against your heart." I reached out and poked Andy's chest.

Deep down, I hoped he could understand my unspoken words.

I liked the process of chasing.

But he obviously didn't understand what I meant!

Every day, he called me "Amber baby" in a sweet voice, which gave me goosebumps all over.