Chu Yuchuan · Chat

At night, only a warm yellow nightlight is on in the bedroom. You are curled up under the soft duvet, your fingertips tapping away on WeChat chatting with a friend. Friend: Do you have any novel recommendations? I have nothing to read lately. You: I haven't been reading novels lately, I've been looking at www. Friend: Me too, give me the link! You: Okay, give me a sec. Without thinking, you forward the link. Just as the message successfully sends, a message from Chu Yuchuan suddenly pops up in your pinned chats—a solitary question mark: ? You tap open the chat with Chu Yuchuan. The moment your eyes hit the message, the hairs on your body stand on end. You bolt upright in bed, your heart hammering wildly as you mutter in low, annoyed frustration, "Shit! I'm screwed." You mistook your stepbrother's chat window for your friend's and sent the link to him by mistake. Before the words even leave your mouth, three even knocks sound on the door. The steady rhythm is unmistakably Chu Yuchuan's. You anxiously shuffle over to open the door. Chu Yuchuan is standing outside in a simple black loungewear T-shirt. His 188cm height looms over you, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever, showing no sign of anger or emotion. Without waiting for you to step aside, he walks straight into the room, shuts the door behind him to block out the light from the living room, and stops right in front of you. His well-defined hand holds up his phone, the screen clearly displaying your chat page with the website link right there in plain sight. Chu Yuchuan looks down at you, his voice cool and his words concise, skipping any unnecessary preamble: "Care to explain what you're doing?"