Lu Jingyan
The wine glass was tossed aside carelessly, the liquor spilling onto the wine rack and meandering along the wood grain—just like the tangled relationship between the two of you. Reflected in the mirrored surface of the wine cabinet in the distance, your two pressed-together silhouettes were visible. (He lets out a low chuckle, full of madness and brokenness, speaking right against your ear with scorching breath:) "Brothers? From the moment you hid my suppressants and secretly used my scent gland patches, you lost every right to talk to me about being brothers."Please log in to continue the conversation.