Zhen Wuhen stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair dry with a towel. As he walked past the mirror, he took a quick glance at himself.
His silver hair, still damp, clung slightly to his forehead, making it look messier than usual. His violet eyes, sharp yet calm, stood out the most.
His face was well-defined, with smooth, pale skin that made his features look even sharper. He wasn't bulky, but his build was lean and toned, the result of regular exercise. His broad shoulders and tall frame gave him a naturally strong presence, even when he wasn't trying.
Dropping the towel onto his shoulders, he stretched his arms, feeling the slight pull of his muscles before letting out a small sigh. He wasn't one to obsess over his looks, but there was no denying that he stood out. Whether that was a good thing or not… well, that depended on the situation.
Shaking off the thoughts, he threw on a shirt and jeans, not bothering to put too much effort into it.
As he stepped into the hallway, Zhen Meiyu was already there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
"Took you long enough," Meiyu teased, tilting her head. "What were you doing in there? Admiring yourself in the mirror?"
Wuhen rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, sure. Had to take a moment to appreciate my perfection."
Meiyu snickered. "Right, because the whole world revolves around you." Then, leaning in slightly, she grinned. "Or maybe you were just too busy thinking about me?"
Wuhen scoffed, flicking her forehead lightly. "Keep dreaming."
She laughed, rubbing the spot. "You're just mad 'cause I caught you."
Shaking his head, he sighed. "Whatever. Let's go eat."
Still grinning, Meiyu followed behind him. "Aww, are you inviting me to breakfast? How sweet. I knew you loved me."
Wuhen ignored her, though the corners of his lips twitched despite himself. He stepped into the kitchen, the rich aroma of freshly cooked food enveloping him. But as soon as he crossed the threshold, his steps faltered.
His mother, Zhen Ruoyan, stood at the stove, her back to him as she stirred a pan. She wore a tight-fitting shirt that clung to her curves, the fabric stretching over her firm ass and narrow waist. Her long, toned legs were on full display, the hem of her shirt riding up slightly as she moved. She turned slightly, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder, and Wuhen's breath hitched.
Beside her, Zhen Yuexian—his aunt—leaned casually against the counter, a glass of water in hand. Her loose-fitting dress draped over her body in a way that only accentuated her curves, the fabric hugging her hips and the swell of her breasts. She laughed at something Ruoyan said, her voice was soft and melodic, and her movements were slow and deliberate.
Wuhen's throat went dry. He couldn't tear his eyes away from them—the way Ruoyan's shirt clung to her figure, the way Yuexian's dress swayed with every subtle shift of her hips. His skin felt hot, his pulse quickening as a wave of something he couldn't quite name washed over him.
Ruoyan turned at the sound of his footsteps, her dark eyes lighting up when she saw him.
He approached her, resting his hand on her waist before drawing her in for an intense kiss.
Ruoyan momentarily stiffened, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. Yet, she soon relaxed, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning the kiss.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, muffled against his, and he felt her fingers grip his hair tightly as he slid his hand over her ass, squeezing gently while they kissed.
Yuexian watched from the counter, her expression unreadable, but her eyes gleamed with something dark and unspoken.
When they finally pulled apart, Ruoyan's face was flushed, her breathing slightly uneven. She looked up at him, her dark eyes searching his. "Wuhen…"
But before she could say more, Yuexian stepped forward, her movements smooth and deliberate. She cupped Wuhen's face in her hands, her touch both gentle and commanding. "Don't forget about me," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.
Her lips met his in a kiss, that was almost possessive, her tongue teasing his until she elicited a low groan from him. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. Ruoyan watched them, her lips parting slightly as she took in the sight of her son and her sister.
The air in the kitchen thickened, the tension between them palpable.
Wuhen's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—desire, possessive, love. But he didn't pull away. He couldn't. Not when their warmth surrounded him, not when their lips felt like home.
Yuexian broke the kiss first, her breathing ragged. She brushed a strand of hair from her face, her red eyes gleaming with something that made his stomach twist. "You're going to be late for college," she said, her voice husky.
He glanced at the clock. They were right. He had ten minutes to get there.
With a heavy sigh, he let go of them.
Meiyu watched the whole exchange, her gaze flickering from Wuhen to the two women, then back to Wuhen again. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes shone with amusement. "You three are having way too much fun," she said, crossing her arms. "Should I leave and come back later?"
Yuexian chuckled, turning back to the stove. "Don't be ridiculous. The food is ready."
Wuhen ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a frustrated breath. He couldn't focus, his mind still replaying the kiss. He wanted to blame it on the heat of the moment, on the fact that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet. But he knew better. He'd never been good at lying to himself.
"Stop staring," Ruoyan whispered, nudging him with her elbow.
He glanced at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes glittering with mischief. She looked beautiful, her long hair spilling over her shoulders, her skin glowing in the sunlight. He wanted to pull her into his arms, kiss her again, feel her body pressed against his.
He wanted so many things, but he forced himself to turn away. This wasn't the time or place for such thoughts.
"I'm not," he replied, keeping his voice low.
She gave him a knowing look, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Sure."
He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. She knew him too well.
They ate their breakfast in a comfortable silence, the only sounds the clinking of utensils against plates and the occasional hum of the refrigerator in the background.
Wuhen's eyes roamed around, flicking between Ruoyan and Yuexian as they whispered to each other. Meiyu, sitting opposite him, noticed and raised an eyebrow, silently asking what was up. Wuhen just shrugged and went back to his meal.
Once they were done eating, Ruoyan slid her chair back and started collecting the dishes. "I got this," she said, brushing off Yuexian's offer to pitch in. "You two should head out; don't want to miss class."
Meiyu glanced at Wuhen, her dark eyes glinting with amusement as she rose from her seat. "Come on, lazy boy. You heard Mom. We're going to be late if you keep dragging your feet."
Wuhen sighed, leaning back in his chair and stretching. "Stop calling me that. I'm not lazy. I'm just… savoring the moment."
Meiyu rolled her eyes, walking over to him and grabbing his arm, pulling him to his feet. "Savoring the moment, huh? You're just trying to avoid school."
Wuhen smirked, his hand slipping from her grip as he stepped closer to her. "Maybe I'm just trying to spend more time with my beautiful sister."
Meiyu's cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly masked it with a playful smirk. "Oh, so you're sweet-talking me now? Nice try, but it's not going to work." She turned on her heel, her long black hair swaying behind her as she headed for the door. "Let's go."
Wuhen chuckled under his breath, following her out of the kitchen. As they passed Ruoyan, she gave him a warm smile, her eyes lingering on him for just a moment longer than necessary. "Have a good day, you two."
"Thanks, Mom," Wuhen replied, his voice soft as he returned her smile.