Summary
My brother had always been cold toward me.
Until that day, when my fake heiress little sister secretly glanced at him.
The next second, her inner voice rang in my ears.
[Why aren’t you looking at her?]
[Oh, right.]
[There are photos of her all under your pillow.]
[You’ve already looked your fill.]
I set down my chopsticks, stood up, and gave a soft cough.
“Brother, I think I dropped something in your room.”
“I’ll go look for it.”
My brother suddenly raised his hand and grabbed my wrist.
“What did you drop?”
“It’s just…”
Just then, I suddenly heard my sister’s inner voice again.
[Maybe she just wants to go in and smell your scent.]
[She does that kind of thing all the time.]
The grip around my wrist tightened sharply.
In his pitch-black eyes, I saw my own panicked expression reflected back at me.