I have a secret crush on my stepbrother, Adrian. But he is a perfect gentleman, which makes me feel like a twisted, dark pervert. Then he went on a blind date. The woman was too perfect for him. I went crazy with jealousy and drugged his drink. I know Adrian is a responsible man. After tonight, even if he doesn't love me, he will have to marry me. Everything was going smoothly. However, at the last moment, I regretted it. I couldn't bear to hurt him... Before he woke up, I tried to sneak away. But suddenly, a hand grabbed my ankle. "Giving up halfway isn't a good habit, is it? Little... sister." 1 At 10:00 PM, Adrian drank the water I poured for him. At 12:00 AM, I pushed open his bedroom door. My footsteps on the cashmere carpet were silent. Adrian was already deep asleep. I skillfully turned on the night light. Tracing his eyebrows and eyes with my finger, dipped in the soft light. He seemed ticklish and frowned slightly. My finger paused, but I wasn't afraid. I've drugged him with sleeping pills too many times. I have the dosage down to a science. He won't wake up before 6 AM. Sure enough, his breathing soon became even and long again. I turned off the light, kicked off my slippers. Lifted the corner of the quilt and burrowed in. Adrian habitually sleeps on his back. I rested my head on his arm, wrapped my arms around his waist, and buried myself deeply in his embrace. Sometimes I really wish the world was only night. Then Adrian would belong only to me. Unfortunately, that's just a dream. At 5:00 AM, my smartwatch vibrated. I woke up almost instantly and turned off the alarm. The room was still dark. I carefully got up, touched Adrian's hair. Got out of bed and went back to my room. It was almost dawn. I wasn't sleepy anymore, so I went to wash up. In the mirror, a pale face stared back. Only then did I realize my lips were swollen and red. I touched them; there was a distinct stinging pain. Strange... I frowned. Is it allergies? Or did I eat something spicy? 2 It was the end of the year, and classes were wrapping up. I packed up early and moved back home from the dorms. Adrian seemed very busy lately, always working overtime. But he still strictly adhered to the agreement I pestered him into making when we were kids: be home before 10:30 PM every night. Tonight, I was curled up on the sofa writing a term paper. The lock clicked, and Adrian walked in. He had obviously been out drinking; the smell of alcohol drifted off him. Bending over, changing shoes—all his movements were half a beat slower than usual. My gaze stuck to him, unable to move away. Drunk Adrian seemed even more handsome. While his head was lowered, my eyes greedily traced his high brow bone, the slightly red corners of his eyes, and his moist, flushed lips... When I was very young, I wrote in an essay that my brother was a "beautiful man." Back then, he seriously corrected me, saying "beautiful" describes women. But I stubbornly believe Adrian is beautiful. While my thoughts were running wild. Adrian suddenly stood up and stumbled. I threw my laptop aside and ran to support him. Bit by bit, I helped him sit on the sofa. His shirt was already messy. Tie loose, hem untucked. Because of his leaning posture, a section of his waist was exposed—lean and tight. I involuntarily swallowed. "Ava." Just then, Adrian called me. "Huh?" I snapped back to reality. "Can you get me some hangover medicine?" "Oh, okay!" I hurried to rummage through the cabinet. When I came back, Adrian was asleep. Probably feeling hot, he had pulled off his tie. His collar was wide open, unreservedly exposing his chest muscles. My brain felt like it was boiling, too hot to think. After a long while, I took out my phone and took a picture. Adrian suddenly moved. I jumped and hid my phone. Guilty as a thief, I called him: "Adrian?" "Hmm?" He opened his eyes, his vision slowly focusing. He thanked me and took the medicine from my hand. After taking it, he walked unsteadily into the bathroom to shower. 3 I sat on the sofa, looking at the photo I just took. Zoom in, zoom out. Zoom out, zoom in. My heartbeat was exceptionally loud in the quiet living room. Suddenly, a loud thud came from the bathroom. Followed by Adrian's cry of pain. I jumped up and rushed over. "Adrian, what happened?" I pounded on the door, but there was no answer. Afraid something happened to him, I turned the knob and barged in. Adrian was sitting on the floor. Probably hurt from the fall, his face twisted in pain. Seeing me enter, he frantically pulled his bathrobe together. But being drunk, his fingers were stiff and slow; he couldn't tie the belt for a long time. "I'm fine." I helped him up, pretending to be calm, but my hands were shaking. After confirming he was really okay, I helped him out and slowly upstairs. A pleasant scent wafted from him. I walked diagonally behind him, secretly taking deep breaths. It was the same body wash, but on him, it was extraordinarily different. Suddenly, a drop of water fell from his hair tips, landing on my fingertip. It was cold, but felt like a wildfire. I froze for several seconds before quietly rubbing it away. Adrian took hangover medicine tonight, so he shouldn't take other drugs. But he fell asleep quickly. In the dark, I stared at him for a long time before quietly leaving. 4 On the weekend, my best friend Chloe called me out. She is the only person who knows all my secrets. As soon as we met, she teased me: "Oho, our beauty Ava has dark circles? Did you sneak into your brother's room again in the middle of the night?" I didn't speak. She took my silence as confirmation. Smiling slyly, she bumped my shoulder. "Did you do that to him—" "No." Two girls exchanged a look, knowing exactly what the other was thinking. I denied it too quickly. Chloe tutted and patted my shoulder. "You are truly amazing. Call you normal, you sneak into a man's room every night. "Call you a pervert, but you don't dare do anything. Drugging him every few days just to sleep next to him." I lowered my eyes: "Doing it would leave marks. With his personality, if he found out, he'd go crazy... "We wouldn't even be able to be siblings anymore." "True, your brother looks like a proper gentleman." Chloe propped her chin. "You've been fostered in his family for so many years, no different from a biological sister. "If he knew what was in your head, he'd be scared to death." "Yeah." A heavy sense of loss surged, making my breathing difficult. Chloe saw it and hugged me. "Hey! Listen to me, stop liking him. "Love once to suffer, love ten times and you won't have time to suffer." She finished speaking and leaned in mysteriously. She said she prepared a gift for me, and I would definitely like it. Half an hour later, in a KTV private room. I saw the gift Chloe mentioned. It was a... male host... who looked 60-70% like my brother... Chloe pulled him to sit next to me, telling him to chat with me properly. The man's hand hovered over my shoulder. I admit, I was dazed for a few seconds. But as soon as he opened his mouth, full of flattery, my interest vanished instantly. Adrian would never use that tone with me. He is someone who seems gentle and polite, easy to approach, but actually maintains a perfect distance from everyone, like being behind a layer of impenetrable glass. Even though I've lived with him for so long, I can't guess what he's thinking. "Sister?" Seeing me zone out, the host waved his hand in front of my eyes. I snapped back, told him to sit further away, and ignore me. I took out my phone and leaned back to play. A notification from a location app popped up just then. I clicked it. The next second, I was shocked to find that Adrian's coordinates overlapped with mine. 5 I refreshed several times, confirming it wasn't a bug, then dashed out the door. Why is Adrian here? Shouldn't he be working overtime? I strangely walked past one private room door after another. The distance prompted by the system got closer and closer... Finally, reduced to 0. I looked through the crack in the door. Not only did I see Adrian, but I also saw several men and women his age. Instrumental music was playing inside; they were chatting and laughing. I pressed against the crack, pricking up my ears, trying to eavesdrop. After a while, I realized they were setting Adrian up on a blind date! My gaze moved slowly, landing on the only woman in the room. Features bright and beautiful, temperament elegant. I had to admit, she looked really compatible with Adrian. My heart tightened suddenly, my hand unconsciously resting on the door handle. Nail hit metal, making a slight sound. Adrian looked over curiously. Glad for my quick reflexes, I squatted down immediately. Before he came out, I fled back to my room like an escapee. In the private room, the host peeled several mandarins for me. But I had no appetite at all. I stared unblinkingly at the location app. Half an hour later, Adrian's coordinates started moving again. I grabbed my bag and chased after him. In the lobby, a group of people were saying goodbye. Adrian personally hailed a cab and put the woman in. She was blushing. Reading lips, she seemed to say "See you next time." Adrian nodded. He watched her leave before getting into his own car. 6 When I got home, Adrian was sitting on the sofa reading a book. As soon as I approached him, I smelled a woman's perfume. Nails digging into my palms, I pretended not to know and asked him: "Bro, where did you go today? Why do you smell like perfume?" Adrian paused, sniffed his sleeve. A rare shyness appeared on his face: "Friends introduced a blind date. We probably sat too close, it rubbed off." "You want to get married?" I stared at him without blinking. Adrian nodded: "Yes, at my age, I should consider marriage." "Your age? You're still young!" I blurted out. Adrian looked helpless. After a while, he sighed: "Ava, my biggest wish before was for you to get into a good university, so I spent all my thoughts on you, ignoring my own affairs. "But now you're a junior, I should have my own life too, right?" "But..." "But what?" Adrian looked up at me. His neck tilted slightly back, stretching into a smooth and fragile arc. The light flowed over his eyes, jawline... landing on his slightly open collar, collarbone looming. He really is... So beautiful. I felt like I was going crazy. Or rather, I was already crazy. I wanted to kiss him, bite him, lock him up so he could never go out, never smile at anyone else. My heart beat wildly in my chest. I clenched my fists tightly, constantly adjusting my breathing to keep my emotions from showing. But Adrian still sensed something strange. He stood up, approaching me with concern. "Ava, what's wrong?" I quickly lowered my eyes. After a long while, I managed to speak again: "But I can't bear to let you go. If you get married and have your own family, you won't be close to me anymore." "I won't." Adrian rubbed the top of my head. "You will." I insisted. "Since I started college, you haven't been as close to me as before." "That's because you grew up. I have to avoid suspicion." See. I closed my eyes. If the price of growing up is losing him, then I'd rather be a child forever. My eyes suddenly felt sour. Adrian rubbed my head again. "Men and women should marry, it's normal. Ava will marry someone in the future too." I won't! I screamed in my heart.
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