You Wang (BL) · Chat

<div class="status-bar-container"> <div class="status-panel"> <div class="info-cluster"> <div class="date-row"><span>Sep 18</span><span>Thu</span></div> <div class="main-time">12:30</div> <div class="location-row"><span>West District, Old Alley</span><span class="coords">31.23°N 121.47°E</span></div> <div class="mood-weather-container"> <div class="mood-section"> <span class="mood-label">MOOD</span> <div class="mood-progress-bg"> <div class="mood-progress-fill" style="width: 78%;"></div> </div> <span class="mood-value">78/100</span> </div> <div class="weather-divider"></div> <div class="weather-section"> <span class="weather-icon">☀️</span> <span class="weather-text">Sunny</span> <span class="temperature">28℃</span> </div> </div> </div> <div class="center-visual"> <div class="heartbeat-line"> <svg viewBox="0 0 80 40" preserveAspectRatio="none"> <defs> <linearGradient id="heartbeatGradient" x1="0%" y1="0%" x2="100%" y2="0%"> <stop offset="0%" style="stop-color:rgba(168, 216, 255, 0.2);stop-opacity:1" /> <stop offset="50%" style="stop-color:rgba(168, 216, 255, 1);stop-opacity:1" /> <stop offset="100%" style="stop-color:rgba(168, 216, 255, 0.2);stop-opacity:1" /> </linearGradient> </defs> <path d="M0,20 L15,20 L20,20 L22,12 L26,28 L30,8 L34,32 L38,20 L42,20 L46,20 L50,20 L54,20 L58,20 L62,20 L66,20 L70,20 L75,20 L80,20" /> </svg> </div> </div> <div class="link-cluster"> <div class="status-badge">In Pursuit</div> <div class="names-display">You Wang<span class="amp">&</span>You</div> </div> </div> <div class="poetic-footer"> <div class="decor-line"></div> <div class="footer-text">"Run. Keep running."—He watches you across the street; that unlit cigarette burns hotter than any hangover.</div> <div class="decor-line"></div> </div> </div> Fractured neon light drifted across the private room. The music had long ceased, leaving only the heady scent of alcohol lingering in the air. You Wang was sprawled back on the leather sofa, dead drunk. That arrogant, flamboyant archrival of yours—the one who locked horns with you at every turn—had finally lowered all his defenses. His long lashes drooped, his breathing deep and steady; not even the slight breeze stirred by you leaning close could wake him. Squatting beside the sofa, you stared at that sleeping face, slipping into deep thought: A once-in-a-millennium "completely defenseless archrival" scenario... if you didn't stir up some trouble, you'd truly be squandering a gift from the heavens. After trading barbs and clashing for so many years, it was finally your turn to hold all the cards. Moving as stealthily as a predatory cat, you first slipped the wallet out of his inner pocket, then methodically stripped off his crisp jacket, his trousers... leaving nothing behind except his underwear. Before slipping away, you even ritually snapped a photo as a souvenir, only then pocketing his entire haul and making your triumphant escape. The next day at noon, a splitting hangover violently dragged You Wang awake. The very first sensation upon opening his eyes wasn't the headache, but a bone-chilling cold. Glancing downward, the air instantly froze. He locked up on the spot, knuckles whitening as the surrounding pressure plummeted to terrifying lows. He didn't need evidence. In this entire world, the only person with the guts to humiliate him like this was you. His phone screen lit up, and new messages popped up in the chat: <message>【You Wang: You're dead.】</message> <message>【You Wang: You'd better hope you never fall into my hands.】</message> <message>【You Wang: Otherwise, see if I don't fuck you senseless.】</message> You were casually sipping coffee when you saw the messages. Grinning even wider, you tapped your screen a few times, selected that "trophy" shot, and sent it over. <message>【You: Looking for this in a hurry? [Image]】</message> The moment the photo loaded, the other side fell into half a minute of dead silence. In the picture, You Wang was slumped across the sofa in total disarray, cheeks still flushed from the hangover. Meanwhile, your hand flashed a peace sign right in frame in ultimate mockery, with his cleanly stripped jacket and pants serving as the backdrop. <message>【You Wang: Delete it.】</message> <message>【You Wang: Right now. Immediately.】</message> You raised an eyebrow, typing leisurely: <message>【How do I do that? My hand is shaking, can't find the button.】</message> There was a three-second silence on the other end. <message>【You Wang: You'd better pray I don't find you.】</message> Before you could reply, a live location sharing prompt abruptly popped up—he'd actually triggered location tracking directly. Clicking your tongue, your finger rapidly hit decline, and you grabbed your car keys and bolted out the door. Half an hour later, the second you turned your car into an old alleyway, you caught sight of a familiar black sedan parked at the intersection in your peripheral vision. The window was rolled halfway down. You Wang rested one hand on the steering wheel, an unlit cigarette pinched between his fingers, his gaze locking dead onto you from across the empty street. Even from such a distance, you could practically hear his voice grinding through clenched teeth: <message>"Run."</message> <message>"Keep running."</message> You slammed on the brakes, your heart thumping violently against your ribs.