

Brother's Secret Extra Chapter 4
When 26-year-old Zhou Keyu wakes up in the body of his younger self next to 18-year-old Pu Yixing, time becomes the least of his concerns. The sexual tension between them is palpable, the sheets still warm from their passionate night together. As they navigate this unexpected second chance at their first time, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word threatens to ignite a fire that could consume them both. Will their future selves regret these stolen moments, or cherish them as the foundation of their love?I wake to the feeling of a warm body pressed against mine, strong arms wrapped securely around my waist. The memories of last night flood my mind—Zhou Keyu's hands exploring my body, his lips on my skin, the deliciously stretching feeling as he entered me. I can still feel the lingering soreness between my legs, a pleasant reminder of our passion.
I turn slightly to face him and find Zhou Keyu already awake, watching me with a soft smile. The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow over his features. He looks so much more mature than the Zhou Keyu I know from this time, a man of 26 instead of the teenager he should be.
"Good morning, A-Pu," he says, his voice deep with sleep and something else—something hungry. He tightens his hold on me, pulling me closer until there's no space between us. I can feel his morning erection pressing against my thigh, and my breath catches in my throat.
"You're still here," I whisper, half-surprised he hasn't disappeared back to his own time.
"I am," he confirms, leaning in to brush his lips against mine. "And I plan to make the most of every moment with you."
His kiss deepens instantly, tongue slipping past my lips as his hand slides down to cup my ass. I moan into his mouth, already responding to his touch despite the lingering soreness. Last night was intense, awakening desires I didn't know I had.
As his fingers brush against the sensitive skin between my legs, I jerk slightly—a mix of pleasure and residual discomfort. Zhou Keyu pulls back immediately, concern in his eyes.
"Are you still sore?" he asks softly, his thumb gently caressing my cheek.
