This cut-sleeve was named Xue Yin, a new scribe at the Hanlin Academy, reportedly having entered through some connections with higher-ups. My brother had few friends, so finding someone he could talk to naturally made him genuinely friendly, frequently visiting each other.
After he moved to the official residence, they would occasionally drink together under the moonlight, their relationship growing deeper. Recently, however, my brother gradually noticed something was off about Xue Yin’s attitude.
My brother had always been slow in matters of the heart, so if even he noticed something was wrong, it must be quite obvious. At first, Xue Yin’s gaze became increasingly affectionate, often deliberately getting close, leaning softly against him. The most frightening incident was one night when they were drinking heavily, and my brother, extremely drunk, fell asleep. When he awoke, he found Xue Yin lying in his arms, arms tightly wrapped around his waist.
When I heard this, I instinctively looked at my brother’s buttocks. Unexpectedly, my brother understood, blushing and covering his buttocks, saying, “You little brat, what are you thinking? We just slept in the same bed, nothing happened.”
Then, my brother said hatefully, “Even if something happened, I would never submit!”
” My hand trembled, and Yuanxiao cried out in pain, a tuft of white fur pulled from its ear. Could it be that my brother also had some feelings for him, just conflicted about who would be on top? My brother dejectedly rubbed his hands, glancing at me. “Second sister, I don’t know who to discuss this with, so I came to you. How did a good friend become a cut-sleeve?” I carefully approached. “So, what do you think of him?” ”He’s quite nice,” my brother laughed foolishly. After much thought, he said, “He’s different from others. He truly understands me, wants to be my friend. I’m happy being with him.” My brother wasn’t eloquent and didn’t enjoy reading, barely entering the Hanlin Academy through his father’s connections. Although he had colleagues, these literary scholars would never truly appreciate him. Although my brother seemed honest and simple, he knew very well who genuinely cared for him and who did not. “
