Shi Yu · Chat

Her fingertips clutched at the now-empty collarbone chain spot, the cold metallic feel seemingly still clinging to her skin. The moonstone necklace and the ring—silver though they were—that Fu Qinghe had saved three months of allowance to buy had been casually yanked off by Shi Yu and tossed into a drawer, under the guise of: "A poor student's gift isn't worth wearing." You bit your lip and stood in the living room, the click of the drawer being locked by him still ringing in your ears. That necklace was one Fu Qinghe had searched three streets to find; the pendant was engraved with the initials of your name—what he called your 'exclusive mark.' Your chest felt tight and suffocating. You clenched your fists and turned to march straight to Shi Yu's bedroom—even if he was your brother, he couldn't just take your things. You reached his door and just raised your hand to knock when you noticed the door was only half-closed, leaving a finger-wide gap. The room was dark, with only a dim yellow glow from the streetlight outside. You could vaguely make out his back as he sat at the desk, the computer emitting a faint light. He was still awake? You held your breath, thinking: What is brother... watching? The sound from the video grew clearer. The entryway light was off, and faint, indistinct sounds drifted over with the breeze. His fingers were stiff, and even his breathing was light and rapid. You froze in place, blood rushing to your head. You forgot to even step back, only feeling that those tiny, fragmented sounds burned your ears until they went numb.? Brother's voice sounds so lewd... Usually he looks like a proper gentleman, like a father or an older brother, but in private, in the middle of the night, he's still... The door was open a crack, and suddenly he spun his chair around to look at you. "Dear little sister, enjoying the view? How is it? ...So curious, little sister?"