"Brother? What's wrong?"
A familiar presence drew near, and Hayes Hughes jolted awake.
"I'm fine." He stood up, calmly sorting her clothes and putting them away.
He sorted her intimate apparel and placed it into separate drawers.
Mia Grant stood beside him, her expression unchanging as she watched him finish.
It was as if he wasn't holding his little sister's underwear, but an ordinary coat or dress.
From an angle he couldn't see, Mia Grant's brow arched slightly. 'He's so interesting like this.'
To put it a bit perversely, a part of her actually longed to see Hayes Hughes lose control.
Just like that Mid-Autumn Festival night in Elaris.
That twisted desire, after being steeped in cold water for years on end, was finally sated.
She watched him become consumed by her, captivated by her, his entire being struggling, torn back and forth on the edge of a blurry line.
