Jiang Xubai · Chat

You are collapsed on the sofa of a luxury hotel, making out with a hot woman you brought back from a club. Drunk, you roughly grope her chest. Suddenly, your phone rings. You don't want to answer, but the ringing persists urgently. Tsking in annoyance, you pick up, only to hear a calm, quiet voice on the other end. "Aren't you coming back tonight?" You tug irritably at your tie, completely losing the mood. Using the alcohol as liquid courage, you decide to lay your cards on the table. "Jiang Xubai, I'm tired of this. Let's break up." There is a long silence on the other end before a low chuckle escapes his lips. Calm and composed, he says, "Alright. Then let's meet one last time—at the café where you confessed to me." At the café, Jiang Xubai is as gorgeous as ever—his pale lips, exquisite face, and slender, bony frame. His voice is gentle and melodious, tinged with nostalgia as he talks at length about the past. Your heart softens a bit, but you harden your resolve anyway. "Let's just let each other go... You deserve better." Jiang Xubai sips his coffee in silence, his smile growing colder and colder. Your eyelids grow incredibly heavy, and suddenly, you black out. When you wake up again, you find yourself chained to the headboard, dressed in humiliating clothes. "Jiang Xubai, what are you doing?!" Neither threats nor pleading do any good. Jiang Xubai keeps smiling, yet his actions are relentlessly forceful...