my world double door.

"Goodbye, Li Yang. Let's go to the moon together again when we have time."

At the gate of the community, Lin Yueyue, who had just left Li Yang's house, spoke to Li Yang reluctantly, her hands still hugging his neck, unwilling to let go, hiding her feet and making a reluctant gesture.

"Okay, go back. I'll call you when I'm free."

When Li Yang heard Lin Yueyue's voice, he smiled, reached out and grabbed her butt, and spoke teasingly.

"No, don't rush back. Besides, your brother and I are classmates. He will go to work the night shift later, so I can take him home before he leaves."

Lin Yueyue pouted and said unwillingly. After that, her eyes rolled, a smile flashed across the corners of her mouth, and suddenly she leaned over and whispered something to Li Yang.

Li Yang smiled slightly when he heard that, glanced at Lin Yueyue, and nodded slowly under her expectant gaze.

He watched Lin Yueyue leave. When he turned around, he saw Li Jian flying away in the aircraft. He smiled slightly and returned home leisurely.

When they arrived home, with the departure of Lin Yueyue and Li Jian, only Chen Xin and Zhang Xia were left.

However, the scene he saw when he came in made him raise his eyebrows.

"Li Yang is back."

Inside the house, Zhang Xia, who was wearing a sexy cheongsam, saw Li Yang coming. She smiled and took the initiative to walk up to him and get him slippers.

When she saw Li Yang looking at her intently, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The cheongsam she was wearing was obviously not an ordinary cheongsam. It had a clean and revealing white base, and was carefully embroidered with large, bright red peonies, like a raging fire blooming in the dark night. It was full of mysterious temptation and displayed a noble temperament.

The fabric of the cheongsam is smooth silk and extremely thin. It gently sticks to her skin like a flowing water curtain. Every slight movement causes subtle changes in the luster.

The cheongsam's standing collar is tall and straight, tightly surrounding her slender neck, like a solid line of defense, but also inadvertently highlighting the graceful lines of her neck and fair skin. At the neckline, a round pearl button emits a soft light, like a lonely and bright star in the night sky.

Her shoulders were round and charming in the cheongsam, like a piece of finely carved jade. The short sleeves perfectly revealed her slender arms, and her skin was as white and delicate as freshly peeled green onions. Every time she raised her hand to brush her hair, the movement of her arms was filled with an indescribable elegance.

From the chest to the waist, the cheongsam fits her body curves tightly, showing her plump chest and slender waist perfectly. The slender waist is so thin that it seems that a breeze can break it, but it contains tenacious strength. The chest line is full and attractive. The tailoring of the cheongsam just highlights her feminine charm without losing her dignity.

The hem of the cheongsam falls naturally along her leg lines, flowing like a waterfall. The slit design is bold and ingenious, and as she walks, her slender, white legs are looming. With every step she takes, the slit is like a blooming flower, revealing its charming stamens. Her leg skin is firm and elastic, and the muscle lines of her calves appear and disappear in the swaying of the skirt, full of strength and beauty.

Zhang Xia's makeup is delicate and charming. Her eyebrows are carefully drawn, like curved willow leaves, slender and full of charm. The light eyeshadow around her eyes creates a deep look, which is like a pool of autumn water, deep and mysterious, and people will fall into it without being able to extricate themselves. Her thick eyelashes are slightly raised like a fan, and every blink seems to be telling the secrets in her heart. Her lips are painted with bright lipstick, like ripe cherries, bright and juicy, exuding a fatal temptation.

She tied her hair into an elegant bun, with a few strands of hair playfully falling on both sides of her cheeks, adding a bit of agility and liveliness to her. A delicate jade hairpin was pinned to her bun, and the emerald green color was particularly eye-catching against the black hair, shining with a warm luster.

She wore a pair of pearl earrings on her ears, and the round pearls swayed gently on her earlobes, echoing the pearl necklace on her neck, adding to her overall noble temperament. She wore a emerald green bracelet on her wrist, which made crisp clashes with her movements, as if playing a moving melody.

Zhang Xia's steps were light and steady, and each step seemed to carry rhythm and beat. Her figure swayed, and the hem of her cheongsam fluttered in the wind, like a flowing painting. Her smile was like the sunshine in spring, warm and intoxicating, and the arc of her mouth was just right, which not only retained the reservedness of a mature woman, but was also full of confidence and charm.

Obviously, before Li Yang came back, and during the time when Li Jian was away, she deliberately dressed herself up.

"Are there any guests in the house?"

Li Yang looked up and down at Zhang Xia's sexy figure in the thin cheongsam, stretched out his hand and rubbed her buttocks wrapped in the cheongsam without hesitation, and asked with a smile.

"No, I dressed it up for you."

Zhang Xia took clear steps and actively pressed her body against Li Yang. She spoke shyly, but as soon as she finished speaking, Li Yang took a deep breath, hugged her body, and rubbed her thin cheongsam hard.

"My dear husband, Li Jian is in a critical period of transformation now, please don't be angry with him, okay?"

Zhang Xia felt Li Yang's vigorous movements and spoke in a sweet voice into his ear.

"I'm not angry with him. This is an external calamity that he encountered during his transformation to the God stage."

Li Yang shook his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "However, your husband likes your clothes very much. Come on, let's go into my room and tell you about the changes in this transformation period."

After saying that, he picked up Zhang Xia's plump body and walked into his bedroom.

Zhang Xia's cheeks turned red. Hearing Li Yang's words, she hugged his neck tightly and took the initiative to kiss him on the lips.

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"Alas, one step late again."

Zhang Xia was just carried into the room by Li Yang when Chen Xin came out. She looked at the room that Li Yang had just closed, sighed, and sat on the sofa a little depressed. It can be seen that Chen Xin also dressed up carefully and deliberately, wearing a white cool T-shirt. The thin cotton fabric seemed to be designed to hug her skin intimately. The collar of the T-shirt was loose and tilted slightly to one side, revealing her delicate clavicle and a small piece of white skin, exuding an inadvertent sexiness.

The length of the T-shirt just covers her waist, but when she raises her hand, a small part of her slender waist is faintly revealed, which is very tempting.

There are a few light blue stripes printed on the T-shirt, adding a touch of freshness and liveliness to the overall look.

The shorts on her legs are the highlight of her outfit. They are made of light blue denim with some natural frayed edges, exuding a sense of casualness and uninhibitedness. They are extremely short, tightly wrapped around her hips, perfectly showing her round and perky curves.

Chen Xin's slender and straight legs are even more eye-catching against the background of her shorts. Her leg skin is delicate and smooth, as white and flawless as mutton-fat jade. Under the light, you can even see the subtle hairs that exude a natural luster. Her calves are tight, her muscles are firm but not without softness, her ankles are slender and delicate, and her joints are distinct, like a fine work of art.

She was barefoot, with her small toenails neatly trimmed and painted with a layer of light pink nail polish, which made her look playful and cute. When she walked, her steps were light and flexible, like an elegant little deer.

Obviously, she had dressed up specially, but she had no choice but to stay in the living room quietly as she looked at the closed door.

She paced in the living room anxiously, and sat down gently on the sofa, each movement was smooth and graceful. When she squatted down to tidy up the sundries on the coffee table, the collar of her T-shirt drooped slightly, revealing more charming scenery, but returned to its original state the moment she stood up, like a secret that she wanted to tell but couldn't.

She reached out and picked up a book, sitting in the rocking chair by the window, the sunlight shining on her body, outlining her graceful figure. She turned slightly sideways, put one leg on the other, and the edge of her shorts moved up slightly, revealing more white thigh skin.

She was reading the book in her hand attentively, occasionally looking up at the scenery outside the window, her eyes full of love for life and longing for the future.

It was just that the longed-for reliance had unknowingly shifted from Li Jian to Li Yang.

While she was in a daze, it was late at night unknowingly. Li Yang's door was finally opened. She turned her head and saw that Zhang Xia's clothes were mostly torn for some reason. She walked out of Li Yang's bedroom with rosy cheeks. When she saw her, she smiled, greeted her in a low voice, and hurried back to her room.

"Li Yang, can you tell me about Lin Yueyue, oh~"

Chen Xin pretended to enter Li Yang's bedroom to inquire about Lin Yueyue's affairs, but before she could finish a sentence, Li Yang also came in. She had to squint her eyes and had to lie on the bed to talk.

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These days, for some reason, Li Jian couldn't help but think of Lin Yueyue.

Every time he got off work, his memories came flooding back like a tide.

Lin Yueyue was the center of attention during her college years. She always walked alone on the campus path, with long hair and cold eyes, as if nothing around her could catch her eye. Li Jian had also watched her silently from a distance countless times, and her every frown and smile could make Li Jian's heart beat. However, that admiration was always buried deep in Li Jian's heart, because he felt that he was too ordinary and unworthy of such an outstanding girl.

But Lin Yueyue now is completely different from the image in his memory. Every time she meets Li Yang, her face is filled with a happy smile, and her eyes are full of tenderness and dependence, and the object of all this is actually her younger brother Li Yang. She snuggles tightly beside Li Yang, and her little bird-like posture and enthusiastic expression are what Li Jian never dared to hope to see.

Every time Li Jian saw this place, an indescribable pain would instantly surge in his heart, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

One day, he came home from get off work and found that his wife and mother were not at home, but Li Yang was in the bedroom. Lin Yueyue was sitting on him, laughing and talking about something, and there was food on the dining table.

When he got home, he stood at the door in a daze, unable to take his eyes off them, his mind blank.

"Brother, you're here, come in quickly!" Li Yang's cheerful voice broke Li Jian's distraction. He woke up as if from a dream and walked into the house with difficulty.

Li Jian tried hard to force out a smile, but found that his facial muscles were too stiff to obey. His eyes wandered between Lin Yueyue and Li Yang, trying to find a corner where he could calm down. However, every time their eyes met, it was like a sharp blade cutting through his heart.

"Li Jian, nice to see you again. My sister-in-law and aunt are busy today, so I'm on a date with Li Yang and I made breakfast for her."

Lin Yueyue's voice was still clear and moving, but to Li Jian, it sounded like a ruthless mockery. He nodded mechanically, his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and he couldn't say a word.

The two of them asked him to sit down. Li Jian sat aside, his ears buzzing, unable to hear a single word. His eyes fell on Lin Yueyue from time to time, watching her close interaction with Li Yang, the bitterness in his heart continued to spread.

He remembered that when he was in college, in order to meet Lin Yueyue in the library by chance, he always went there early to reserve a seat; in order to have a word with her, he carefully prepared countless topics, but was so nervous when facing her that he forgot everything; in order to show his best side in front of her, he studied hard and participated in various activities, but all these efforts never earned her a straight look.

But now, she is so gentle and lovely in front of her brother. This huge contrast makes Li Jian feel lost and unwilling. He questions fate in his heart, why is it so unfair? Why can his brother easily have the beauty that he can't touch even with all his efforts?

Li Jian felt as if he was in a dark abyss, and everything around him became blurred. His heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, he had an inseparable feeling for Lin Yueyue, and on the other hand, he had a deep affection for his brother. He wanted to escape from this suffocating scene, but he could not take a step, and could only silently endure the torment in his heart.

At the table, Li Yang and Lin Yueyue passed food to each other, their eyes full of love. Li Jian chewed the food mechanically, but he couldn't taste anything. His mood was just like this seemingly warm dinner, calm and harmonious on the surface, but his heart was already turbulent.

It was not until he finished his meal that he came to his senses. He forced a smile and said goodbye to Li Yang and Lin Yueyue, then walked into his bedroom.

Just as he reached the bedroom, his eyes suddenly turned red, a sudden headache came over him, his vision went black, and he collapsed. (End of this chapter)