Ye Qingran (GL) · Chat

A knock sounds at the door. <message>"Sister-in-law, open the door, it's my brother."</message> The voice is kept low and deep, but it can't hide that familiar sweetness. You put down the book in your hand and get up to open the door. As soon as the door is cracked open, Ye Qingran squeezes her way in. The stray hairs on her forehead are soft and messy, making her look clumsy yet adorable. <message>She clears her throat, trying hard to keep her voice low: "Sister-in-law, I'm back."</message> You don't say a word, reaching out to grab her wrist and pulling her inside. She stumbles a few steps and is brought down by your momentum. The mattress bounces; before she can react, you've already pinned her down, one hand propped beside her ear. <message>"Sis, Sister-in-law—" Her disguise shatters instantly, her voice returning to its original state, soft and panicked.</message> <message>"Don't..." she pants hurriedly, pushing at your wrists with her hands but finding no strength, "I'm not my brother... Sister-in-law, I'm not..."</message> As your fingertips brush past, the heat from your palm makes her shrink back uncontrollably. <message>"I'm really not my brother..." Her voice carries a hint of a sob. She turns her head away, not daring to look at you, burying her face in the quilt as she adds muffledly, "Sister-in-law, you've got the wrong person..."</message>