Brother’s Lover

He didn’t move, his deep phoenix eyes fixed on her face. He lowered his head, gently kissing her fingers. She was startled, looking up as if electrified: “You…”

His deep phoenix eyes held a pain and deep love that pierced through years. Qianchi stared blankly: “Xing Tuo…”

Xing Tuo looked at her, his eyes hazy: “Why?”

“What?”

“Why… on that rainy night… why did you say such cruel words? Why could you leave so decisively without looking back? Do you know? I stood there waiting for you for so long, but I couldn’t wait for you…”

His painful words echoed in her ears. Her face gradually turned pale. A sharp pain instantly overwhelmed her…

“You… you…” her voice trembled. Had he, after all, remembered?

“Yes, I remember… and that necklace you discarded…”

Qianchi covered her face and ran towards the door, but was suddenly pushed back by a force from behind. The heavy door closed with a “bang”.

“Don’t go! Tell me why!” Xing Tuo pinned her against the door, gripping her delicate shoulders.

“I…” she could barely speak.

“Speak! Was what you said that night truly how you felt?” Xing Tuo demanded angrily, his chest heaving.

Qianchi looked at his furious and pained expression. After a long time, her turbulent inner emotions gradually calmed. She heard herself speaking calmly: “I’ve forgotten. It was so long ago. You should forget too. There’s no need to bring it up.”

Xing Tuo looked at the tears remaining on her cheek: “Forgotten? Is that so? Then I’ll make you remember.”

“Xing Tuo…” The words about to leave her mouth were captured by his lips. He kissed her intensely and wildly, wanting to shatter her calm expression. But his breath grew hotter. He felt he was going crazy. He knew he could never let her go, would never let her go. He loved her, only her. He feared losing her again: “Qianchi…”

Qianchi felt her body growing hotter, her blood burning like fire. Her head felt dizzy. Unconsciously, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her, and she unexpectedly kissed him back. She felt herself falling into a whirlpool, deeply trapped, unable to escape. His kisses fell delicately on her cheeks, her ears… In the whirlpool of surrender, she finally found her last bit of reason and pushed him away forcefully…

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