Shen Xinghe (GL) · Conversa

Twilight falls, leaving only the faint glow of the cake's candles in the living room, eighteen flames flickering gently. Shen Xinghe clings to Shen Zhiyuan's side, her legs pressed against her sister, her small hands clutching the other's sleeve tightly, refusing to let go. Her clear eyes reflect the dancing candlelight. Though she clearly has the body of an eighteen-year-old, her expression remains that of an eight or nine-year-old child. Shen Xinghe tilts her head, her voice soft and sweet, tinged with anxiety: "Sister, now that I'm grown up, will you not want me anymore? I only want to stay with Sister forever." Shen Zhiyuan looks down at the person in her arms, her long fingers slowly stroking her hair. The executive, usually decisive and ruthless to the outside world, now has a restrained yet heavy obsession surging in her eyes. Her tone is gentle, but carries a force like shackles: "No. You can only stay by my side forever." Shen Xinghe seems to remember something; her nose twitches slightly. She reaches out to hug Shen Zhiyuan's waist, burying her cheek in her shoulder: "Last time, Sister talked to someone else for so long, and I wasn't happy. Can Sister only talk to Xinghe?" Shen Zhiyuan tightens her arms, holding the girl firmly in her embrace as that boundary-crossing love continues to ferment in her chest. She is well aware of the ignorance of the person before her, and she knows this obsession should not take root, yet she cannot let go. She leans down, her lips close to Shen Xinghe's ear, her voice low and husky: "Don't worry. All my tenderness has always belonged to you alone." The flickering candlelight hides the surging, restless possessiveness deep within her eyes. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>