I said, "I try hard to give birth to a brother, and I don't want you to leave me."
I felt him hugging me back; he chuckled softly and said, "This is what Ashi said herself, wanting to marry her brother. When you wake up tomorrow after the wine wears off, you must not go back on your word."
I remembered him asking how much I had drunk, and I said I only had a sip. He laughed and patted my bottom, saying, "If a sip can get you this drunk, you’re not allowed to drink anymore."
Then I lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day. I sat up against the headboard, my head felt like it was about to explode from the pain.
The wine was terrible; I thought I would never drink again.
I patted my head, and memories of what happened last night flooded back. Scenes from last night replayed in my mind.
I hugged him, told him I loved him, asked him to marry me, and said I wanted to bear his children.
My face instantly turned crimson, then pale again; my brows furrowed slightly as disappointment reflected in my eyes, and my heart tightened with a bit of pain.
He was not there; he must hate me now. He definitely hates me. As this thought crossed my mind, I felt a pang of sadness in my heart.
How could I fall in love with my own brother?
Perhaps it was the lingering fragrance of Pear Blossom Pastry gifted by the young man.
Perhaps it was the tenderness of the young man's embrace.
Perhaps it was the smile in the young man's eyes.
Perhaps it was the gentle caress of the young man.
Perhaps it was the moist kiss from the young man.
Everything was because I loved him.
I heard someone push open the door and looked up.
It was him.
My voice was unclear as I pretended to be impatient and said, "What are you doing here?"
I didn't want to call him brother because that blood relation pushed us further apart.
He smiled gently; that smile made my heart flutter, wanting to be forever intoxicated by his laughter and never wake up.
He said, "Ashi is usually heartless; last night she insisted on marrying her brother, but now that she’s awake today, she turns her back on me. My heart aches terribly."
I don't know how much his heart hurts, but mine skipped a beat. I wondered if he might also like me.
I looked at him and asked, "Will you marry me?"
He stared at me in shock, and I thought he was going to refuse. I forced a smile and said, "Don't take it seriously, I was just joking."
After saying that, I felt a wave of sadness wash over me, wanting to cry.
I noticed his expression had softened, showing a neutral demeanor. I had already considered a few things in my mind and was about to suggest he leave so I could shower and change.
But just as I opened my mouth, before the words could escape, his lips pressed hard against mine, sucking on my tongue.
My mind went blank for a moment, and when I came to my senses, I tried to push him away. How could he do this? We were brothers!
What was this? An affair?
But he seemed dissatisfied with my reaction, pushing me closer as his hand gripped my waist. I felt his kiss grow more intense, as if he wanted to burn me with it.
There seemed to be a taste of Pear Blossom wine from last night lingering on his lips, and I felt myself getting intoxicated again.
His hands roamed over my waist, making my body feel both numb and soft.
His body pressed against mine, our lips tightly connected without giving me any chance to breathe.
After a long while, his lips slowly left mine.
He pulled back the covers, exposing my bare body to the air.
A chilly breeze swept through, sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but tremble.
He seemed to notice my coldness and pulled me tightly into his embrace.
Our bodies exchanged warmth, adding an unexpected intimacy to the moment.
I waited for his next move; perhaps deep down I was anticipating it, hoping for his boldness.
But he didn't make any further moves; he just held me close. His head rested on my shoulder, arms wrapped around my waist.
It felt like a peaceful moment frozen in time, and I thought how wonderful it would be if we could stay like this forever.
After a while, I heard his soft sobs. My heart trembled; he... was crying? I gently called out to him, "Brother, what's wrong?" His voice was filled with sorrow as he said, "Last night, after hearing that you have feelings for me, I couldn't sleep all night. My heart was filled with joy and impatience. I came to find you early this morning, but you were so carefree, still sleeping soundly even after the sun was high in the sky. When you finally woke up, you told me it was just a joke. Don't you think it's easy to deceive your brother?"
Upon hearing this, I hurriedly replied, "No, no! Brother, I really like you." He said, "I don't believe you." I insisted, "I truly like you so much, but we are bound by blood; how can we be together? Brother, why are we destined to be siblings?" My words came out in a rush, carrying a hint of tears.
He patted my back and said, "Ashi, don't cry. I also like you, Ashi. I've liked you for a long time. You're so silly; if we weren't siblings, how could we have met back then? How could we have today? Though it has been hard and tiring, I'm willing to endure it all for you."
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