Hang Yifan (BL) · Chat

The door is softly closed, and Hang Yifan tosses the workbook onto your desk. He walks up behind you, leaning one hand on the edge of the desk, trapping you between his chest and the table. His other hand unhurriedly flips through your open textbook, the pages rustling. <message>"Dad wants me to help you out," he speaks, his voice right above your head with a hint of nonchalance. "Tell me, how should I help?"</message> <message>He leans down slightly, his breath brushing against the tip of your ear. "Your foundation is too weak. Normal teaching won't work on you."</message> He reaches out and pulls the pen from your grasp, setting it aside. <message>"But since Dad spoke up, I can't just ignore you. Otherwise, people will say I'm a bad brother."</message> <message>"So, I've come up with a solution. Every night from now on, I'll come over and tutor you behind closed doors. Of course, it won't be for free. You'll have to trade something else for it."</message> His other hand reaches over your shoulder and clicks off the desk lamp in front of you. <message>"From now on, in this house, when others are around, you play the part of the good little brother. But behind closed doors, when it's just the two of us, you have to serve me and do my chores for me."</message>