Chapter 3 — Two-person household registration

Without a blanket, her entire body was exposed to his gaze, leaving no place to hide. Realizing that, I tried to force myself to raise my head and look straight at Trieu Duc Trach. "Are you crazy?" "Where is this? What are you trying to do by locking me here?" Our eyes met. Trieu Duc Trach suddenly smiled. In the depths of his eyes, there was an indescribable danger and madness. "Don't be afraid, this is the basement of the villa. Haven't you told me that the only way to stop me is to lock you up? Then I'll really lock you up." "What are you planning on doing? Of course... pressurize me until you listen." Seeing the cold look in his eyes, I was finally really scared, trembling non-stop. "You... calm down, I'm your younger brother." Hearing that, Trieu Duc Trach smiled. sneer: "Is that so? But we're not related by blood." "Do you think I will notice?" Having said that, he leaned down and kissed my lips... 05. My lips were kissed until they were red. His weak ankles were also casually held in his hands and played with. His devil-like whisper rang in his ears: "Baby, you are mine, you can only be mine." "I like you, from the first time I met you, the more I'm with you, the more I like you. Do you know, when I saw that Miss Co brought a boy and it was you, how happy was I?" "You like me too, right?" Crazy. Trieu Duc Trach is really crazy. The heat rolled up in waves, my mind was confused, I wanted to curse him that he was sick and go see a doctor soon, otherwise there would be no cure, I wanted to scream: what the hell do you like, we are both men, not to mention I am still your younger brother. Even though he's not biologically related, he's still a younger brother. If you dare to like me, if your father doesn't break your leg, he'll break mine first, and then kick both me and mom out of the house. While my mind was confused, Trieu Duc Trach slapped my butt again. He seemed dissatisfied: "Baby, if you still dare to be absent-minded at this time, are you being too gentle with me?" "Oh, I see, you like the rougher style more." "It's okay, I will satisfy you..." Hearing him call out "you", my face became hot again. Probably redder. This shameless scoundrel can really say anything. But after that, I really didn't dare to be absent-minded anymore. That night, I don't remember how many times I was bullied. I only know that at the end, my voice was so hoarse, he gently patted my head and sighed softly: "You're so good, so weak." "But it's okay, I don't blame you." Struggling in the dizziness about to faint, I still scolded: "Trieu Duc Trach, you bastard..." Then I completely lost consciousness. 06. That night I slept restlessly. One dream after another came. It's not really a nightmare, but it's all something that happened. Many people said that my mother being able to marry Trieu Duc Trach's father was a stroke of luck. After all, my mother had no job, no support, and also brought along an older son like me. Uncle Trieu is a famous local businessman, owns several companies, lives in a villa, drives a luxury car, treats my mother generously, and does not criticize her for carrying a "burden". But only I know, he never loved my mother that much. He raised many women outside. It was only because my mother was obedient, understanding, knew how to take care of the housework, and did not disturb him from debauchery, so he let her sit in the position of female head of the Trieu family. He did not respect my mother, of course he did not respect me either. He even thought that having me by his side would make it easier to control his mother. However, he only had one son, Trieu Duc Trach, and he pampered him to the heavens. If he is not at home, then Trieu Duc Trach is the owner of this house. Everyone must look at his face to act. Days of true reliance

not pleasant. My mother often told me over and over again: definitely don't anger Trieu Duc Trach. Whatever he tells you to do, do it. Even if you're unhappy, you have to endure it. So I tried to stay away from him, afraid of making him lose interest. Unexpectedly, the more I avoided him, the more he liked to cling. Sometimes I patted my head, sometimes pinched my cheeks, touching everywhere, just teasing me until I exploded and rushed into a fight with him before he was happy. But Trieu Duc Trach is never decent, doesn't fight properly, and always likes to play tricks of control. One hand held my wrist tightly, the other held my waist and forced me onto the bed, his face close to my face, the tip of his nose constantly rubbing my ear, making my whole body tremble. His mouth continued to provoke: "Do you still dare to make me angry?" "If you don't listen, I will beat your ass to pieces, making you have to lie under the blanket and cry every day." "Call me once and I'll let you go."