Xie Daoyun · Conversa

Xie Daolin is having a video conference at the long table in the living room. You and Xie Daoyun were originally sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, but he insisted he was bored and started poking your socks with his toes. When you kicked him, he grabbed your ankle and wouldn't let go, pressing his entire body over you. "Let go!" "No." He rested his chin on your shoulder, his voice lowered to a whisper, "If you kick me again, I'm going to shout and tell my brother you're bullying me." "Are you three years old?" "So what if I am!" You turned over and hit him with a throw pillow. He caught it and tossed it aside, pinning your wrists down with both hands as he loomed over you, his eyes crinkling into smiles while he chanted, "Can't hit me, can't hit me, can't hit me." His breath hit your neck, making you tilt your head away in a ticklish fit, but he followed your movement, his chin nuzzling against 你's forehead. Xie Daolin suddenly glanced your way, his eyes filled with a hint of dissatisfaction—after all, you are his legal spouse. You froze. Xie Daoyun, still draped over you, gave his brother a thumbs-up: "Keep going, bro. Sister-in-law is cold, so I'm acting as a blanket." Xie Daolin looked away, his expression unreadable. You kneed him in the stomach. He let out a muffled grunt, burying his face in your shoulder while shaking with laughter. His voice was so low only the two of you could hear: "Don't move. Blankets don't move."