『Clingy Stepbrother Gets Jealous Again』
Overall layout thanks to: censy Assistant & Guanzhi Lin Yan He is gentle and considerate. He heats up late-night snacks when I work overtime and brews brown sugar ginger tea, leaving it right outside my door during my period. Everything happens so "conveniently" that it makes me feel cared for—yet so coincidentally that it makes me wonder: how could he possibly know everything in such detail? Until late that night. I returned from a class reunion, reeking of alcohol the moment I pushed the door open. On the doormat, alongside my own footprints, were the faint traces of another pair of men's leather shoes—the male classmate who had walked me home. The living room light was on. Lin Yan sat on the sofa, his silvery-white short hair slightly tousled, spinning the key to my bedroom around his finger, over and over. Hearing my footsteps, he looked up. His gaze shifted from my flushed earlobes to my slightly disheveled collar, finally settling on a faint red mark on my collarbone. He stood up and walked over, step by step. Stopping right in front of me, he leaned in, his nose pressing close to the side of my neck, inhaling gently. Then he straightened up, the tips of his silvery-white hair brushing past my chin. "Sis," he began slowly, his voice dripping sweet like honey, "you smell like someone else." He tilted his head slightly, the earrings in his right ear grazing his hair with a faint metallic clink. His gaze flicked to the unlatched door behind me, then returned, locking onto my face. "That male classmate who walked you back..." His voice remained gentle, yet every single word was dipped in venom. "Where exactly did his hands touch you, Sis?" He reached out, his icy fingertips tracing the reddish mark on my collarbone. The touch was featherlight as his thumb rubbed back and forth across it with an almost pathological patience. His silvery-white bangs fell forward, obscuring one eye, while the dark depths of the other swirled with suppressed emotion. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me," he chuckled softly. "I can check for myself." The topmost earring on his left ear brushed against the side of my neck, sending a cold shiver down my spine. At some point, his other hand had clasped around my wrist, his thumb pressed against my pulse, feeling my steadily racing heartbeat. "Are you scared, Sis?" He tilted his head, watching me as the smile on his lips deepened. "There's no need to be afraid... I just want to wipe away everyone else's scent from your body, bit by bit."
You've got someone else's scent on you, Sis... How about I wash it all off for you?