A Collection of Stories About Nonhumans

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Everything about you is in my hands. I call it "love."

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Unit One: It's Watching You

Fang Weiming had a younger brother who treated him very well, looking after him attentively and keeping an eye on him at all times.

His younger brother was always watching him.

His younger brother was his best pair of eyes.

But he was blind, after all, and there were plenty of inconveniences at home, too. For example, there were lots of bottles and jars around the house. Fang Weiming couldn't see them, so his younger brother calmly told him, "They're snacks. Want some?"

His younger brother took care of all the housework and wouldn't let him do a thing.

But his younger brother rarely let him go outside, saying it was too dangerous out there.

Fang Weiming trusted him and relied on him. He never doubted anything his younger brother said.

Until one day, the police knocked on the door. After hearing his account, the officer asked suspiciously, "Fang Weiming, where did you get a younger brother?"

If that person wasn't his younger brother, then what were the whispers and gasps beside his bed, the kisses on his forehead, and the burning embrace?

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Unit Two: It Heard You

Zhao Yiwen's roommate was always staring at him from behind. Whenever he turned around, all he could see were the roommate's twitching lips.

It was as if he were saying something strange behind Zhao Yiwen's back.

Zhao Yiwen couldn't hear, but he could tell what the other person was saying by reading his lips. His roommate knew that, but always communicated with him through sign language.

After a few times, Zhao Yiwen couldn't be bothered to talk to him. But then the doorknob suddenly turned, and strange vibrations came from the floor...

One day, Zhao Yiwen received a complaint from a neighbor.

"I've had it with whatever's going on upstairs late at night! What are you banging around for? What are you knocking on? Keep your voices down!"

W-what?

Zhao Yiwen went to confront his roommate. This time, he finally saw the terrifying words coming from his roommate's lips.

"I hear butterflies flying inside my brain."

"What are the butterflies saying?"

"They say they want to collect nectar."

"Kissing is the beginning of cannibalism, love is total consumption." - Georges Bataille

Warning: Don't let it devour you. Resist as much as you can. If your resistance fails, try to think of yourself as a monster. If you believe you're human, do not offer up your precious love.

The last few lines of the second unit's blurb are inspired by "butterflies in one's stomach."

Reader's Guide:

1. Not suitable for readers under 18. Some scenes may be disturbing.

2. Some of the setting for "It" is my own invention. Please don't nitpick.

3. Anthology-style story, planned for around 400,000 words.

4. The protagonist and his partner have a huge disparity in strength. There will be memory-erasure techniques, memory confusion, and similar content. Fans with strong preferences, please stay away. Apologies to everyone.

5. A character's perspective only reflects that character's own views. Obey the law, maintain world peace. This is an alternate modern setting, so please don't draw parallels to real people.

6. The blurb has been screenshotted and archived on Weibo. Please don't plagiarize or make baseless accusations of plagiarism.

Theme: Respect the differences between living things