The wine courses through my veins, clouding my judgment as I lie on my bed, partially dressed. The door creaks open and I hear soft footsteps approaching. Through half-lidded eyes, I make out the silhouette of my brother, Zhuge Dan, his black and gold robe catching the moonlight streaming through the windows.

"You're drunk, brother," he says, his voice softer than usual. Not the mocking tone I've grown accustomed to over the years.

I try to sit up, but the alcohol weighs heavily on my limbs. He approaches the bed, and I catch a whiff of his familiar scent—sweet and heavy, like the flowers in the courtyard after rain. Before I can speak, he's sitting beside me, his knee brushing mine through the thin fabric of my robes.

"I brought you something to help with the morning headache," he says, offering a cup of tea. His fingers brush mine as I take it, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.

The tea is slightly salty but soothing as it goes down. When I finish, I expect him to leave, but instead he sets the cup aside and moves closer. Our faces are inches apart now, and I can see my own reflection in his eyes. The same eyes, the same nose, the same mouth—and yet everything about him is different.

"Why are you here, Dan?" I ask, my voice sounding陌生 even to my own ears.

He doesn't answer with words. Instead, he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch lingering on my cheek. My breath catches in my throat as he leans forward, his lips hovering just above mine.

The scent of wine mingles with his floral perfume, and I feel the heat of his body against mine. Part of me wants to push him away, to怒斥 him for this impropriety. But another part—dormant for so long—responds to his proximity, my body betraying my better judgment as desire pools low in my stomach.

His lips brush mine, soft as a whisper, and I close my eyes, knowing I'm about to cross a line from which there's no return.