I transmigrated into the villain's white moonlight, but the protagonist is my brother.

Three poles in the sun.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window.

Xie Yan buried her face in the fluffy pillow and rubbed it for a long time. Half-awake, she wanted to stretch.

But his arm just wouldn't lift up.

As consciousness gradually returned, Xie Yan felt a weakness and soreness throughout her body, as if she were made of loose pieces and didn't want to move at all.

This feeling reminded her of the physical fitness test in college. A female college student who never exercised and was extremely frail suddenly ran 800 meters. The next day, she had backaches, leg pains, and even climbing stairs was difficult.

But this feeling is much stronger than it was back then.

What's wrong? Why am I so tired?

Xie Yan turned her face to the side, her long hair spreading out over her back, her smooth, white shoulder blades faintly visible through her black hair, and she was covered with a pure white quilt.

She frowned slightly, but lazily didn't want to open her eyes.

"Are you awake? Would you like some water?"

A clear, gentle voice came from beside me, as gentle as a spring breeze.

Xie Yan hummed in agreement, and a few seconds later a straw appeared between her lips.

She was really thirsty; her throat was dry and hoarse. She immediately gulped down a glass of warm water, which was very thirst-quenching.

"Is that enough? Would you like some more?"

"Enough, no..."

Before the words were finished, the girl on the large bed suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had just come back to her senses.

She had a smart face, but now that face was filled with idiocy.

The boy beside the bed was neatly dressed. He squatted down by the bed, looking down at Xie Yan with a gentle and shy expression.

"Are you hungry, sister? I'll go get you something to eat."

Xie Yan is really awake now.

Ignoring the soreness in her body, she suddenly sat up.

Then he realized he wasn't wearing any clothes, so he thrashed around and lay down wrapped in a blanket.

No way.

No way, no way, no way!!

A few strands of her long hair fell loose across her forehead. Xie Yan had no time to fix her hair anymore. She stared blankly at the boy in front of her, whose ears were red. "Shen Yan, what's going on...?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan pursed his lips slightly, his eyes darting away, and a faint blush rose to his cheeks, as if he was embarrassed to say it.

Seeing his expression, Xie Yan felt like her head was about to explode.

[System, what happened to me yesterday? Did I eat something wrong?]

The system's voice drifted over, "[It was Xie Yutong who spiked your brother's drink, and you drank it. The dosage was quite high, and then you hugged and kissed Shen Yan, and then...]"

[Stop, stop, stop! I beg you, please stop talking! Aaaaaah!]

Xie Yan screamed and collapsed in her mind, but in reality, she tried her best to keep her expression unchanged.

She pressed her throbbing temples, trying to recall last night.

But after only recalling the beginning, she blushed with embarrassment and indignation and couldn't continue.

She simply couldn't believe how much she had...

Xie Yan may not have eaten pork, but she's seen pigs run. Although she's incredibly inexperienced, compared to a truly innocent young man like Shen Yan, she's practically a veteran.

So Xie Yan took the initiative in the first half, but in the second half of the night it was all Shen Yan's business.

She then realized that when she finally closed her eyes in her frenzy, it was already dawn.

"Sister, yesterday, we..."

Shen Yan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her face flushed to a degree similar to Xie Yan's.

"Alright, you don't need to say anything more, I already know."

Xie Yan took a deep breath and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

The boy paused for a moment. "That dress? You couldn't unzip it yesterday, and you tore it."

"..."

What Shen Yan didn't say was that his shirt was also torn very cleanly and completely.

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan felt like she wanted to smash her head against a wall and die.

"Wear the hotel bathrobe first. I had someone send some clothes over, but they haven't arrived yet."

"Ah."

After a while, Xie Yan changed into a blue-gray cotton bathrobe, glanced at her watch, and realized it was already 2 p.m.

...That's true, after all, the two of them didn't go to sleep until after six o'clock.

"Shen Yan, I was accidentally drugged yesterday, I..."

Shen Yan didn't respond. "Have something to eat, sister. You must be hungry."

The two sat on the sofa, and Shen Yan picked up a bowl of congee and brought the spoon to Xie Yan's lips.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time. The fleeting glimpse of his sharp brilliance yesterday seemed like an illusion. The boy in front of them was still obedient and clingy, as if he had returned to the way he was before.

Xie Yan paused, then took the spoon. "I can do it myself."

Shen Yan nodded, then lowered his eyelids to look at the other food on the table.

He ordered only light and simple dishes.

Overnight, Shen Yan's hair returned to its normal smoothness, and he looked docile and listless, his voice also hoarse.

"It's okay, sister. I can pretend nothing happened. You can continue going on blind dates. I won't do anything outrageous again."

...Does "excessive" refer to the forced kiss last time?

Xie Yan suddenly felt that it wasn't so excessive after all.

After all, she forced herself on him.

I vaguely remember that she stripped Shen Yan of his clothes last night, like a wolf pouncing on its prey.

Although Xie Yan knew perfectly well that Shen Yan was good at pretending to be innocent, she couldn't help feeling guilty.

Especially after you've done something bad.

"I won't go on blind dates anymore. And last time, I didn't even say a few words to those people. We just celebrated Xiaobaicai's birthday together."

Xie Yan lowered her head, gently stirring the contents of her bowl with her spoon. "...I never expected our reunion to be like this."

"Shen Yan, I have a question for you."

The girl looked up from the bowl and gazed intently at the boy beside her.

"do you like me."

Shen Yan pursed his lips and nodded. "I like it."

"What kind of liking?" Xie Yan asked, tilting her head.

This is a very serious question.

Now that things have come to this, their relationship has changed and can no longer be the same as before. This is no longer just about kissing and hugging; Xie Yan has to take responsibility.

But she was always afraid that Shen Yan wouldn't be able to distinguish between his emotions and would regret it later.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yan raised his dark eyes and met Xie Yan's gaze directly.

The boy's gaze was intense, and beneath his calm exterior, a turbulent undercurrent seemed to be brewing, as if some intense and terrifying emotion was about to erupt uncontrollably at any moment.

"I wish there were only the two of us in this world. I want to be with you forever, just the two of us."

If Xie Yan felt she was only missing him a little these past few days, then for Shen Yan it was missing him so much that he could hardly live with it.

When the two were living together, even the few hours he spent at school were unbearable for Shen Yan, let alone now that they haven't seen each other for so many days.

Of course, Shen Yan's one-sided observation in secret does not count.

Because Xie Yan didn't talk to him, didn't look at him, and didn't smile at him.

Every day without Xie Yan, Shen Yan suppressed his emotions.

The two lived next door to each other, and it took him a lot of effort to control himself.

He longed for kisses, hugs, and intimacy; he missed her warmth and cried secretly under the covers every night.

He had waited for ten years without any problems, but now things have spiraled out of control. Even a short separation makes his heart tremble with distress and his soul quiver with panic.

Dark thoughts, like maggots clinging to his bones, crawled all over his soul, impossible to stop.

If Xie Yan goes on another blind date, how could he possibly be really alright? He's just pretending to be pitiful.

She went on blind dates, got married, and from then on, she could only have eyes for another man.

He will no longer be in her sight.

He will go crazy.

He's really going to go crazy.

If that time really comes, all his pretense will be useless, then there will be no need to pretend anymore.

No matter how much Xie Yan scolds or hits him, he will not let go.

A jumble of thoughts swirled in Shen Yan's mind. His gaze toward Xie Yan grew increasingly dark and intense, an undisguised aggression emanating from the crack in his mask, creating an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"You saved me ten years ago; you gave me my life."

He put the bowl down from Xie Yan's hand, then took her hand and placed it against his chest.

Beneath the thin fabric, the heart pounded powerfully, each beat a testament to its owner's turbulent emotions.

“You saved me again during the Jianghai competition, and that’s the proof.”

"My heart is beating for you."

"I live for you."

Over the years, Shen Yan lived like a stagnant pool, indifferently accepting everything in this world and the malice from all directions.

He doesn't care.

Because he doesn't live off those things.

He relied on a childhood memory and a promise that no one kept.

He wasn't immune to breakdowns and despair.

But thinking of that promise, Shen Yan always managed to stick to it.

Like a kite string, it repeatedly pulls back the kite-like boy who is about to drift away, firmly tethering him to this world.

Despite the agonizing process, the girl flying the kite finally arrived as promised.

The kite was saved.

Knowing how painful that feeling of being adrift is, the kite will absolutely not let its owner leave this time.

The boy's hand, leading Xie Yan's hand, touched his face again. His obedient mask had been removed at some point, revealing a strong and oppressive expression, with a morbid obsession and attachment in his eyes.

His gaze was no longer limited to Xie Yan's face; his aggressive eyes seemed to see right through her soul.

Shen Yan knew that Xie Yan's resurrection was a special case, but he dared not ask any further questions.

He didn't know what Xie Yan's soul looked like beneath this physical body, how old she was, or where she came from.

This uncertainty made Shen Yan extremely anxious and even more insecure.

That dangerous feeling, which was on the verge of breaking down, could only be relieved when he saw Xie Yan in person.

"I don't understand what kind of 'like' you mean. I've never liked anyone or anything before. You are the person I like the most in this world. I'm happy just to see you."

The young man poured out his heart, but Xie Yan was so shocked by the overwhelming emotion in his eyes that her throat tightened and she was speechless, unable to respond.

Xie Yan's palm was forced against Shen Yan's cheek. His body temperature, which was usually cool, was unusually hot at this moment, imprinted on her palm and burning into her heart.

The boy rubbed his cheek against Xie Yan's palm with the tenderness of a small animal, showing complete trust. Xie Yan even felt that if she asked for Shen Yan's life at that moment, he would probably give it to her without hesitation.

"Sister, I will die without you."

The low, soft sentences, delivered in a coquettish tone, were spoken with an understated ease.

But both of them knew perfectly well that Shen Yan was serious.

This was the first time Xie Yan had directly confronted Shen Yan's feelings.

The emotions came crashing down on her, undisguised and intense, engulfing her like a tsunami, leaving her no way out and seemingly wanting to drown her in them.

For Shen Yan, there is no longer a distinction between different kinds of liking.

The boy didn't understand love yet, but he poured all his emotions into it without reservation.

Xie Yan gazed at the handsome yet sickly young man before her, feeling the deep affection emanating from him, and even experienced a strange, soul-shaking tremor.

She knew perfectly well that Shen Yan was ill.

Yet her heart was still pounding, and she still loved it.

Perhaps she is also ill.

Xie Yan was always considered a perfect child by others since she was a child, but now she just wants to be an imperfect person.

The boy lowered his eyelids, concealing all his dark emotions in his beautiful eyes.

He was waiting for Xie Yan's response.

The despicable and sinister believers are awaiting divine judgment.

Time passed silently, second by second, and Shen Yan's heart began to race again.

Was he too impatient? Shouldn't he have made it so obvious?

But he had clearly tried his best to suppress a lot, and there were still many things he hadn't said.

Could it be that my sister was frightened by him?

...Or do you still despise him, just like you told him to get lost last time?

Is my sister still angry?

What if she kicks me out again?

Is he really going to pretend that nothing happened?

So painful.

Every second without a response, Shen Yan couldn't help but let his mind wander, pushing himself to the brink and giving rise to even more dark thoughts.

This is how people gradually descend into madness.

Just as Shen Yan's unease was about to explode, he heard Xie Yan sigh softly.

The boy's small hand, which was clasped in his palm, was forcefully pulled back. Before he could even despair, he was pushed backward violently, his back pressed tightly against the back of the sofa.

Warm lips pressed against mine, moving with a mixture of awkwardness and determination.

Xie Yan's face turned bright red. It was the first time in her life that she had pressed someone down on the sofa and kissed them. Her heart trembled, feeling as chaotic as countless butterflies fluttering and dancing in her heart.

She used a lot of force to hold him in place, kissed him for a while, but found that she didn't need to use any force at all.

Shen Yan is incredibly obedient.

He raised his little face and took what he wanted, and he didn't struggle at all even if Xie Yan bit him hard. Just as he said, his life belonged to Xie Yan, and Xie Yan could do whatever she wanted to him.

Xie Yan's kisses were clumsy and awkward. She pulled away from Shen Yan's lips, panting, her breath sweet as orchids. "You said that a kiss means you like someone."

"So, I like you too."

The fanatical believer never imagined that his god would actually lower his head and say that he liked him.

These words, strung together, resembled a dog leash.

It tightly coiled around the beast's neck, suppressing its every breath, controlling its life and death, and ready to take its life at any moment.

Inside the cage was a ferocious, bloodthirsty wolf with gleaming green eyes, but once chained up and the door opened, it was clearly a docile, obedient dog inside.

The other end of the chain was gently held in the girl's hand.

Without her even realizing it, she had quietly tamed a dangerous beast.

The moment Xie Yan finished speaking, a large hand forcefully gripped the back of her head and pressed down again without warning.

Xie Yan was caught off guard and couldn't catch her breath.

His hot lips lingered on hers as the boy murmured ambiguously, "Sister, take a breath."

Xie Yan was so overwhelmed by the kisses that she felt weak in the knees and her mind went blank, as if she were about to ascend to heaven.

Until she sensed a hint of bitterness.

The boy is crying.

"Sister, I love you."