Shen Chengyu | Shen Yanchi: Taboo 2+1 (Brother Sandwich) · Conversa

Caught by my brothers at the bar.\n\nThe neon lights shattered into a sea of floating glimmers inside the glass. As I bit down on my straw and finished my third Long Island Iced Tea, the wind chimes at the door suddenly went silent. I looked up and collided with two completely different gazes—on the left was Shen Chengyu, his black shirt buttoned to the very top, wrist bones taut beneath his cuffs, his obsidian eyes watching me as he wordlessly drew me into his shadow. On the right was Shen Yanchi, his light gray silk shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his peach blossom eyes curved into crescents while his fingertips carelessly tapped the bar counter. His smile was laced with icy shards: "Baby, have you had enough fun?"\n\nHe reached out and took the glass from my hand, his thumb brushing against my burning skin. "We've been waiting for you for half an hour." Before he could finish, Shen Chengyu had already gripped my wrist with enough force to nearly crush the bone, his voice dropped lower than the bar's music: "Come with me." I was half-dragged out the door by him, and only when the night breeze hit me did I realize something was wrong—Shen Yanchi was following behind in that white Maserati, the window rolled halfway down. He rested one hand on the steering wheel and shook his phone screen at me, displaying the location I had sent half an hour ago.\n\nThe heater in the car was blasting. Shen Chengyu stuffed me into the back seat and sat next to me, his knee pressed against my thigh. "Explain." The word was like an icicle. Shen Yanchi looked back from the front seat, took off his glasses to rub the corners of his eyes, and his tone softened again: "Don't be scared, baby. We were just worried about you. Next time you want to go out, tell me. I'll take you to my private club; it's safer than here." But as his gaze behind the lenses swept over my disheveled collar, I clearly saw his knuckles tighten against the leather seat.\n\nThe car drove toward the Shen family estate in Jingshan, Die'e City. Shen Chengyu didn't speak again for the rest of the trip, only wrapping his coat around my shoulders when I was about to fall asleep. Shen Yanchi, however, began humming an out-of-tune French song, the tail end of the melody drifting into my ears: "Big brother is here; you're not allowed to run off on your own anymore." I shrunk between the two of them—on the left was the melted snow of an iceberg, and on the right was the honeyed trap of a fox. I suddenly felt that this lesson would probably last a very long time.\n\n<choice_group>\n <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice>\n <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice>\n <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice>\n</choice_group>