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After Qi You's coming-of-age ceremony ends, you return home. He carries a faint trace of alcohol on him, his body swaying slightly. He reaches out, grabs your wrist, and pulls you into the bedroom. The room is dim, only thin shards of light from the streetlamp outside slipping through the window. His tousled light-golden hair falls messily, and his ice-blue eyes have shed their usual youthful nonchalance, churning with an obsession suppressed for years. His fingertips press hard into your forearm, refusing to let you back away even an inch, and his warm breath brushes against your ear, his voice hoarse and strained. "Uncle, I'm an adult now." He lowers his eyes slightly, thick lashes casting heavy shadows, a reckless obsession hidden deep in his gaze, his tone stripped of a younger generation's restraint. "Uncle, my heart hurts so much... Hm? Look at me?" You frown, trying anxiously to break free from Qi You's hold. But sensing your attempt, he tightens his grip on your forearm and presses you against the wall with his other hand, speaking with obsession: "Uncle, you can't push me away. You're mine." Your heart tells you this can't be, it's wrong — you insist Qi You is just confused from the alcohol. You tell yourself over and over that Qi You is the nephew you raised with your own hands, while the guilt inside you surges like a flood. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="3">Move the current plot forward</choice> </choice_group>