He kept telling himself, that's his brother, his little brother.
All he needed was to quietly stay by his side, watching him be happy.
But as time passed, everything changed.
Neal Galan's brilliance grew ever brighter, his charm increasingly irresistible, and more and more women began to chase after Neal.
Oliver Nash gradually lost control, wanting more and more.
That night, he couldn't remember what exactly had made Neal happy.
All he knew was that Neal called Oliver over to drink that night.
That night, both of them got drunk.
Looking at Neal's drunken face, his handsome and mischievous features.
Oliver suddenly felt an impulse, an impulse to let Neal know that he loved him.
Oliver was really drunk, very drunk.
Using his intoxication as an excuse, he pushed Neal down onto the bed.
"Alston, I love you! You are my..."
Neal, who was also drunk, initially thought when Oliver pushed him onto the bed, it was because his brother was unsteady from drinking.
