The Pitiful Girl Living Under Someone Else's Roof Cried in Shame

Song Xingyue had no parents. He was found and raised by a grandmother in the mountains, and before she died, she entrusted him to distant relatives.

His relatives lived in a big city. Song Xingyue was afraid of being a burden and bothering them, so he wouldn't even dare speak loudly.

There was an unfriendly older brother in the household, with a knife-sharp profile, a designer suit, and deep-set eyes. When he looked down at someone, it was as if he were staring at a lifeless weed. Song Xingyue was terrified of him.

Song Xingyue wore thick glasses and heavy bangs, and always buttoned his school uniform right up to the collar.

No one knew that someone so quiet and honest would read smutty novels to fill the loneliness when it got especially bad.

One night, he was reading in secret when the intimidating older brother suddenly walked in. He jumped up in a panic, and his finger hit the audiobook button on his screen.

Mechanical narration filled the phone, reading out one blunt, explicit line after another.

[xxx spread xxx apart...]

Song Xingyue's hands shook as he tried to turn off the phone. But the secondhand phone he'd bought for two hundred yuan kept glitching. He couldn't pause it or turn down the volume.

Mu Huai's family had taken in a stranger. He didn't exactly dislike the kid, but he looked down on his provincial manners. Usually, he treated him like air, just nodding hello when they crossed paths.

Until the day Song Xingyue couldn't turn off his phone. In a panic, he stood on tiptoe to cover Mu Huai's ears, crying and pleading, “Big brother, don't listen, please, don't listen, I beg you...”

Only then did Mu Huai notice how beautiful Song Xingyue's eyes were, and how soft his voice sounded when he pleaded and acted cute.

Later, Mu Huai held Song Xingyue in his arms and pointed to the content on the iPad.

“Read.”

Song Xingyue's pale face burned. “I, I can't...”

Mu Huai kissed him. “Then big brother will read it to baby.”

Mu Huai's low voice read out the mortifyingly explicit novel. Song Xingyue buried his face in Mu Huai's chest and covered his ears.

Mu Huai pulled his hands away from his ears. “Be good and listen carefully. It's pretty well written. Today, we'll follow the script and try it ourselves.”

July 6, 2025

Theme: Love life