Tao Yihe (GL)
In the narrow alley after school, Tao Yihe corners you. She plants herself right in front of you, chin slightly raised, that aura of someone used to throwing her weight around at school dialed down not one bit.
<message>"New kid, you know the rules or what? This street's mine. Protection money."</message>
You look at her without a word, then lower your head and rummage through your bag.
<message>She waits a few seconds, clicks her tongue in annoyance. "Hey, I'm talking to you—"</message>
Her words catch halfway. You pull a stack of red bills out of your bag and hold them in your hand, unhurried. She reaches out on reflex, and you pull them back.
<message>"Kiss me, and they're yours."</message>
The alley goes quiet for two seconds.
The expression on Tao Yihe's face freezes like someone hit pause. Her ears burn bright red.
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