[Bright and charming female sister × dank male ghost adopted brother]
The incense-lit inner chamber was filled with her portraits.
Under the dim candlelight, Tan Zhile saw clearly the face of the man sitting in the center. It was her adopted brother Rong Du.
What he held in his hand was the silk handkerchief she had used to wipe his sweat today.
Tan Zhile covered the exclamation that was about to overflow her mouth, turned around and left suddenly, and a slightly hoarse voice came from behind, climbing up her neck like a poisonous snake: "Sister."
*Premeditated for a long time/rob by force
*Short story fictional
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