This should be a dream of mine, right?
It must be just the loneliness I’ve been feeling these past few days, my mind wandering into fantasies after falling asleep.
Otherwise, how else could I explain that her hand is now firmly pressing my chest?
Chi Yingyu is using so much strength, as if by pressing her hand tightly against my chest, she could grasp my very heart.
“Sometimes I wish I could take out my heart and show it to you, because only then could you truly feel how much I love you…”
Chi Yingyu’s voice was soft, yet in the quiet living room, it sounded so clear, sinking into Jiang Lai’s already chaotic heart.
Time seemed to calm all the noise within her, and even the tension made her hold her breath.
“But… I only dare to say this when you’re asleep.”
The faint moonlight gently illuminated Jiang Lai’s fragile, exquisite face, casting a pale, delicate glow on her skin.
A few days ago, when Jiang Lai returned to her apartment to rest, although the relationship between the two had eased considerably, they still hadn’t returned to the stage of sharing a bed.
Or rather, lying in the same bed before had been a very strange thing—after all, Jiang Lai was her brother-in-law.
Lying in the same bed with her brother-in-law, what kind of thing was that?
Chi Yingyu didn’t care about any of this in her heart, but Jiang Lai held grudges, and Chi Yingyu knew it well.
So during this time, she had even restrained herself from clinging to Jiang Lai.
Every night, she could only suppress the longing in her heart and sleep alone on the sofa.
Even though the most delicious Cake was right there in the bedroom, Chi Yingyu didn’t even dare to look at it during that time.
She could only imagine it in her mind.
Chi Yingyu lowered her eyelids, her passionate gaze fixed on her brother-in-law’s sleeping face, taking in every detail.
She leaned down gently and left a Pure Love’s Kiss.
Her brother-in-law shouldn’t belong to anyone else, much less be possessed or enjoyed by others.
She had accompanied him for over ten years; he should be hers—belonging only to her.
Chi Yingyu’s possessiveness toward Jiang Lai had reached an almost pathological level.
Even that afternoon, when Jiang Lai was affectionately interacting with their daughter, she felt jealous in her heart.
Even though Jiang Lai and her sister’s biological daughter, Chi Yingyu still thought this way.
She knew she was sick.
In her heart, she believed Jiang Lai shouldn’t be touched or claimed by anyone else but herself.
No matter what Jiang Lai looked like, or whether he was a man or a woman, her brother-in-law could only belong to her alone.
“I love you, love you to the point it hurts… Jiang Lai, when will you finally feel this affection I have for you?”
In the end, her little sister-in-law still hadn’t let go of that stubborn obsession in her heart.
Jiang Lai felt Chi Yingyu’s raw emotions toward her, unable to digest it no matter what, the shock and turmoil hitting her in waves without ceasing for a moment.
Why had their relationship become like this?
Clearly, she had already tried to treat it as if nothing had happened.
If only her little sister-in-law could also give up that obsession, their family could go back to how it was before, instead of being full of resistance like now.
After Chi Yingyu returned to the bedroom, Jiang Lai lay on the sofa, quietly sobbing, curling herself into a small ball beneath the blanket as if she had just endured an excessive bullying.
She didn’t understand at all—didn’t know what was so good about her that her little sister-in-law was so obsessed with her.
Hadn’t their past relationship been good enough?
Jiang Lai’s desire was simple… she just wanted peace and stability at home, just like before.
Was that no longer possible?
The next morning, feeling refreshed, Chi Yingyu got up early and walked out of the bedroom.
She looked at Jiang Lai curled up on the sofa and quietly stepped to the spot where she had stood the night before.
Because she had just woken up, Chi Yingyu didn’t care much about her disheveled nightgown, which barely covered her modesty.
Even though there were two more people at home now, she didn’t mind whether her niece Jiang Leyi or her brother-in-law Jiang Lai saw parts of her exposed.
When it came to her niece, Chi Yingyu might have been a little more cautious, but at this moment, it was only her and her brother-in-law in the entire living room.
If Chi Yingyu truly cared about her brother-in-law in this regard, she wouldn’t have pressed his hand against her chest last night.
Not to mention that Jiang Leyi was still sound asleep, showing no signs of waking.
Her brother-in-law… Chi Yingyu curiously fixed her gaze on the still-sleeping Jiang Lai.
She had expected to admire the same beautiful sleeping face as last night, but didn’t expect Jiang Lai’s eyes to be unusually red and swollen, looking pitiful.
Clearly, when she came out in the middle of the night, her brother-in-law hadn’t looked so miserable.
Chi Yingyu intended to gently stroke Jiang Lai’s swollen eyes, but just as her fingers were about to touch Jiang Lai, the brother-in-law, who had been sleeping soundly, seemed to sense something and opened her eyes.
“Why are you awake so early?”
The first thing Jiang Lai did after opening her eyes was instinctively pull away from Chi Yingyu’s hand.
She glanced at the sky outside the window—Winter mornings were late to brighten.
Feeling the light of the Sun just beginning to rise outside, Jiang Lai realized she had only napped for less than an hour.
Ever since Chi Yingyu returned to the room, Jiang Lai had been uncontrollably crying, stopping only when the faint white light outside seeped in.
Jiang Lai had planned to sleep until she naturally woke, but she hadn’t expected her mind to be so restless.
Even after she stopped crying, she kept her eyes closed, trying to summon sleep, but all she did was close her eyes without actually falling asleep.
Until Chi Yingyu woke up and came out, Jiang Lai could count herself as having had a sleepless night.
“It’s only just dawn. Why not sleep a little longer?”
Jiang Lai propped herself up on the sofa, wiping her eyes and cheeks with the back of her hand.
Although she had wiped away her tear marks before sleeping, she still didn’t want Chi Yingyu to notice her abnormal state.
Her hoarse voice was even more alluring than usual—cool yet ambiguous, stirring the imagination.
Waking up and hearing her beloved brother-in-law’s voice was such a simple thing, yet to Chi Yingyu, it was the embodiment of happiness.