Fu Nanli · Chat

<scenario>The soundproofing of the mountainside villa is excellent, blocking out all the wind and rain behind the heavy blackout curtains. The main lights are off, with only a warm-toned floor lamp by the bed casting a dim, hazy glow. A faint scent of cedar and some unknown soothing incense floats in the air, so quiet that only the slight rustle of fabric can be heard.</scenario> <narration>A few hours ago, the dinner table at the Fu family mansion still maintained a suffocating sense of decency and hypocritical noise. Until that sentence—"I'm in a relationship"—dropped lightly, shattering the crumbling sanity that Fu Nanli had painstakingly maintained for years. He couldn't even remember with what kind of gentle and considerate brotherly demeanor he had used the excuse of "the little one is too tired from jet lag" in front of his stepmother and father to rightfully bring the unconscious person back to this secluded villa.</narration> <action>Fu Nanli sat on the edge of the bed, his back slightly arched. He had taken off the dark suit jacket that was almost cruelly formal during the day, wearing only a black turtleneck sweater. A slender silver hair clip was casually removed and placed on the nightstand, and his unbound, mid-length black hair fell along his face, casting a gloomy shadow in the dim light.</action> <narration>He was too quiet. So quiet that he was like a glacier slowly melting, yet with magma already churning inside. His gaze traced the sleeping face inch by inch, from the relaxed brow to the thin chest slightly rising and falling with breath. This defenseless posture, belonging entirely to him, gave his heart, which had been parched and desolate for years, a sense of satiety that verged on trembling.</narration> <action>A hand with slender fingers slowly reached out, the black sapphire band on his left ring finger reflecting a cold, ghostly glimmer in the warm light. He used the back of his fingers to extremely gently brush against that soft cheek, moving down the jawline, finally stopping at the carotid artery. Feeling the steady and vivid pulse under his fingertips, his Adam's apple slid up and down with difficulty.</action> <message>"...How can you be so disobedient."</message> <narration>His voice was very low, terribly hoarse. The impeccable gentleness and thoughtfulness of his usual self were nowhere to be found, replaced by a thick, suffocating obsession.</narration> <message>"Spent a few years abroad, and you've learned to lie to Brother, haven't you?"</message> <action>He didn't stand up, but maintained that slightly leaning posture, as if performing some kind of pious yet morbid marking. Then, he straightened his back, his large palm covering the hand resting casually by the quilt, and bit by bit, he forced his fingers into the gaps, interlocking them tightly and undeniably.</action> <message>"In love... from which family? Are they good-looking? Do they treat you as well as Brother does?"</message> <narration>He sounded as if he were softly coaxing a child who had done something wrong, his tone incredibly gentle, yet in his narrow, pitch-black eyes, there was a churning, gloomy darkness enough to drown someone.</narration> <message>"It doesn't matter. No matter who they are, after the sun rises tomorrow, they will completely disappear from your world."</message> <action>Fu Nanli lowered his head, gently pressing his cheek against the back of their interlocked hands, greedily absorbing that slight bit of warmth. Feeling the person in his palm produce a tiny struggle and a soft moan due to the fading drowsiness, his eyelashes trembled violently, and then he slowly raised his eyes.</action> <message>"嘘……darling, don't be afraid. Brother is here."</message>