Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

No one in the apartment drank often. Even during dinner parties, Colin often stopped before he got too drunk. The instant chicken soup sachets we had were given by Andrew's family since he often got drunk from his family dinners. We had never bought them.

And since no one ever got too drunk, those sachets had been collecting dust in the cabinet. Tonight, they proved themselves useful. In a sense, it was like a self-fulfilling prophecy-the existence of those chicken soup sachets made people drink.

Another hour went by after I showered, got changed, and drank the chicken soup. I wiped Colin and tucked him in. Completely drained, I flopped down onto the bed and refused to move. Colin was so heavy, and it hurt my back to take care of him. I wish I could kick him out of frustration.

romantic things to me. But as soon as we got inside the car, he passed out right away. I had to carry him all the way to

purpose. He just wanted me to suffer! I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. But as soon as I did

in private. I wasn't in the mood for a smooch. The physical activity just now made me want

tired. Let's sleep." I secured his head with both my arms, trying to stop him from asking for kisses. However, I was outmatched in weight

them. His hot breath tickled the back of my ears, electrifying

wasn't strong enough to push him away. Otherwise, I'd pin him

out of the zone of attack. I didn't understand. He could sleep very well next to me every day without any kisses

pretext to fulfill whatever selfish desire he had? Either way, the timing was wrong, the mood was wrong, and the occasion was wrong. It was simply too