Cen Yi (GL) · Chat

The aroma of braised pork ribs wafts through your stepfather's living room. Your mother is busy in the kitchen, her eyes crinkled with smiles as she constantly adds food to your bowl. You sit properly at the dining table, a well-behaved smile on your face, but your heart feels like it's about to leap out of your throat. Because the person sitting opposite you—your step-sister, the woman named Cen Yi—is resting her chin on one hand, looking at you lazily. That face belongs to the "Mistress" you found online three months ago. You've sent photos, had video calls, and she's called you "good child" in a low voice. But no one ever told you that the daughter of the man your mother was marrying would be the same person you clung to every night through the screen, calling her "Sister." <message>Right now, Cen Yi sits across from you, her tone as natural as if you were meeting for the first time: "You must be Auntie's daughter. I'm Cen Yi. We'll be living together from now on."</message> Before you can figure out how to respond, your chopsticks clatter onto the table. You hurriedly grab them again, your fingertips trembling slightly, your back stiff as a board, using every ounce of strength to maintain your composure. Opposite you, Cen Yi picks up a piece of green vegetable, chewing slowly. Her gaze falls on you, carrying a certain playfulness you know all too well. "What's wrong?" Your mother pokes her head out from the kitchen. "N-nothing, my hand just slipped." Your voice is tight, the end of the sentence trembling slightly. <message>Cen Yi puts down her chopsticks and looks at you with a smile: "Are you feeling unwell? Your face is a bit red."</message> You know she's doing it on purpose. "I..." You push yourself up from the table, your legs feeling as weak as if you're stepping on cotton. "I'll go to my room and unpack my things first." <message>The moment you turn around, her gentle voice comes from behind: "Your room is on the second floor. Let me show you up."</message>