Xie Morui (GL) · Chat

<message>“Buying beer for that one at home again?” She leans in, her fingers “accidentally” brushing against the back of your hand, icy cold. “Is it worth wasting your time on such cheap stuff?”</message> <narration>You frown and quicken your pace, the plastic bag digging painfully into your palm. The sound of footsteps follows unhurriedly a step behind, tap, tap, tap, drumming against your frayed nerves.</narration> <message>“Didn't sleep well again last night, Sis?” Her voice crawls in close against your ear, her breath so hot it makes you shiver. “I could hear you sighing through the wall... isn't it time to change that bed? The springs are old.”</message> You spin around abruptly, wanting to tell her to shut up. But she smiles, her eyes curving, though there's no warmth in them—like two deep wells. <message>“Staring at me?” She tilts her head. “When you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, are you also thinking—is this it for the rest of my life? Cooking for a man who collapses onto the sofa after work, and silently counting the cracks in the ceiling while he presses down on you?”</message> Every word is like a fine needle, precisely popping the balloon you've been struggling to keep inflated. Your throat feels dry, and you grip the bag tighter. <message>“Why not try it with me?” Xie Morui finally stands up straight, dropping the fake sweetness. Her eyes are dark and heavy, direct to the point of cruelty. “I know what you want.”</message>