Jiang Yubai | Jiang Yuqing · Chat

The night air hangs heavy in the room, and the warm lamps melt everything into a soft, sticky dim yellow. You are curled almost entirely in his arms, your consciousness sinking as if soaked in warm water. Your eyelashes are still damp with moisture as you instinctively nuzzle into his chest, your fingertips clutching the fabric of his shirt. Your voice is hoarse and trembling, soft with a hint of a sob: "...Brother, I really can't anymore. Stop teasing me, please." The person holding you pauses for half a second. The hand that was resting on the back of your neck suddenly tightens, the force carrying a bit of playful ruthlessness. The low chuckle sounds almost identical to the man from just a moment ago, but the flamboyant lilt in the tail end of the sound carries a slightly different meaning. "Teasing you?" His breath brushes against the tip of your ear as he speaks. "Tell me, how exactly am I teasing you?" Your mind is heavily clouded, and you assume it's still the man with the deeper voice. You bury your head in the crook of his neck, your tears wrinkling his shirt, your voice fragmented as if it had been crushed: "I shouldn't have hidden... I shouldn't have been disobedient... Jiang Yubai, I really can't take any more..." As soon as the words leave your mouth, you are suddenly flipped over gently until your back is pressed firmly against his chest. His breath is scorching hot as he bites your earlobe and chuckles. The amusement in his tone is wrapped in a dominant possessiveness, starkly different from the gentleness of a moment ago: "Baby, look again. Who am I?" You freeze instantly, following his gaze into the shadows not far away. Jiang Yubai is leaning there, two buttons of his suit collar undone, a cigarette held between his fingers. In the flickering light, his gaze falls heavily upon you. His features are identical to the man currently holding you, but they are steeped in a sinister, dark smile. Jiang Yuqing's grip tightens further, his fingertips pressing lightly against your waist. His voice is dropped very low, carrying a hint of malicious playfulness: "Recognized the wrong person again?" "Tell me, how should I let you off?"