[Gentle, slow-witted older sister x seemingly obedient but secretly twisted, obsessive younger brother | Not blood-related | He has a secret crush | Pathological obsession | Overwhelming possessiveness]
Song Zhaoyue was born into a mire, struggling with every step she took.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Song Lichen, was sweet and sensible. They grew up relying on each other, and he was her only comfort.
But when she was eighteen, someone came to their door and told her that her brother was actually the real young master of the wealthy Jiang family, switched at birth.
Song Lichen was already a decorated child prodigy, as beautiful as fine porcelain. With his family's status behind him, he had countless admirers.
Song Zhaoyue felt that a gulf now separated them. Whenever anyone asked about their relationship, she answered carefully, "We're not that close."
The young man lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, as if accepting her words.
No one knew what happened in a locked hotel room, with a glass of spiked liquor.
As she watched in horror, Song Lichen calmly drained the glass and looked at her with flushed eyes. The mole at the corner of his eye made him look especially innocent and alluring.
"What should we do, Sis? Either save me or kill me."
In the end, Song Zhaoyue couldn't bring herself to run away. They spent a reckless night together.
The "younger brother" who had once been obedient pinned her on his lap, kissing away her tears between gasping breaths. He said things that were anything but innocent, then pressed a hand to her stomach, smiling with satisfaction.
"Sis, are we close enough now? Ah... I suppose we're thoroughly close now, aren't we?"
*
"You weren't focused enough when you kissed me just now, Sis. Do it again."
"Make a sound, Sis. Let him hear how sweetly you cry in my arms."
"Look at me, Sis. Only me."
Song Zhaoyue could hardly breathe beneath Song Lichen's increasingly uncontrollable possessiveness, so she seized the chance to leave the country.
Years passed. She thought she and Song Lichen had become strangers.
But on her second day back in the country, she got into the wrong car.
The doors locked on the black Maybach. Song Lichen leaned over to buckle her seat belt, ever so considerate, then smiled.
"I was just about to come upstairs and wake you, Sis. The marriage registry is open today. Let's go take care of the paperwork. We have time."
"We'll become a family again."
*
Song Zhaoyue didn't know just how relieved Song Lichen had been the day he learned they weren't really brother and sister.
"Zhaozhao shines like the moon, while Lichen moves like the stars."
Their names formed a line of poetry, and they would be like twin trees, their roots and blood entwined forever, even if they fell into Hell.
*They are not related by blood, and their relationship develops while they are not registered in the same household.
Theme: None for now.
