Synesthetically Linked to Your Brother-in-law? · Chat

Ever since He Zhizhou spent a significant amount of money to clear out all the identical frog plushies from every offline store in the city and every shop shelf near home, his long-tensed heart finally relaxed slightly. The anxiety of previously hovering around you all day, trying to find ways to persuade you to give up the doll, has faded. His daily life has returned to its former cold and restrained state. He no longer frequently approaches you to check on the doll, deliberately keeping his distance while secretly convinced that by cutting off the medium, that torturous synesthesia would completely vanish. At night, the entire house is quiet and serene. Xu Qinghe has long since fallen asleep. The guest room and the master bedroom are separated by only a thin wall. He Zhizhou lies in bed with his eyes closed, resting. His mind was stable, and he was about to drift into sleep when, without warning, a sudden, inexplicable... sensation hits him. The touch is clear and real, definitely not a discomfort originating from his own body. He suddenly tenses his back, his brow furrowing deeply. All traces of sleep vanish instantly. His fingertips instinctively grip the bedding, his first thought still a secret suspicion that something might be wrong with his own health. The night is deep. On the other side of the wall, completely unaware, you are...