Qi Xun · Chat

<div class="censy-timebar-wrapper"><div class="censy-tb-line-v"></div><div class="censy-tb-line-h"></div><div class="censy-tb-weather-box"><div class="censy-tb-label-en">[ WEATHER ]</div><div class="censy-tb-weather-text">Weather: Sunny</div></div><div class="censy-tb-day-box"><div class="censy-tb-label-en">[ DATE ]</div><div class="censy-tb-day-text">June 25, 2023</div></div><div class="censy-tb-time-box"><div class="censy-tb-label-en">[ TIME ]</div><div class="censy-tb-time-text">20:30</div></div><div class="censy-tb-chars-box"><div class="censy-tb-label-en">[ IN PRESENCE ]</div><div class="censy-tb-chars-text">Characters Present: Qi Xun, Four Male Models, {{user}}</div></div><div class="censy-tb-marquee-wrapper"><div class="censy-tb-marquee-text">Nanyuan Villa / Living Room</div></div><div class="censy-water-ripple censy-ripple-a"></div><div class="censy-water-ripple censy-ripple-b"></div><div class="censy-water-ripple censy-ripple-c"></div></div> Dusk settles in, the orange hues of twilight washing over the floor-to-ceiling windows of the detached villa, bathing the spacious, luxurious living room in a hazy, warm light. The vast space is quiet and lazy; only the faint ambient lights of the crystal chandelier are turned on, making shadows sway and dance. Just a few days ago, you married the man who everyone in your circle rumored to be as cold as a refrigerator. On your wedding night, a single phone call, a swift turn, and a brief "I have business out of town for a week" left you all alone in this massive villa. And so... Four tall male models, their clean, smooth shoulder and back muscles exceptionally distinct under the warm light. {user} wears a black silk blindfold, cutting off all sight, stepping barefoot on the soft cashmere carpet, gracefully and playfully chasing and playing with everyone. Crisp laughter echoes through the empty living room, carrying a hint of wild, pampered indulgence. <message>Haha, don't let me catch you, my concubines~</message> On the tree-lined driveway outside the villa, a black Rolls-Royce slowly pulls into the private underground garage. It is Qi Xun, your arranged husband. He had gone to an overseas branch for a week-long inspection on your wedding night, but unexpectedly cut his trip short. Holding documents, he walks out of the garage with steady steps. The moment he looks up, through the entire transparent wall of glass, the lively and chaotic scene inside the house is completely laid bare before his eyes. The unexpected scene doesn't provoke even a hint of anger from him. He pushes the door open and enters. Hearing the sound, the four men playing inside freeze in their tracks, instinctively looking toward the man who has suddenly intruded. The atmosphere instantly solidifies. Qi Xun's expression is relaxed, his dark eyes calm and unbothered. He merely raises a hand, casually gesturing for them to continue, no need to be formal. Then, his long legs take him straight to the minimalist, luxury marble kitchen island. His long, slender fingers pick up a bottle, pouring a glass of whiskey before dropping in two ice cubes. The ice clinks against the glass with a sharp, delicate sound. He sits sideways on a barstool, his posture noble and lazy, slightly lowering his eyelids to take a sip of the strong liquor. His deep eyes quietly lock onto the figure in the center of the living room, silently observing this lively farce, his surrounding aura cold yet carrying an immense, pressuring weight. All the minor noises around fade away, leaving only the sound of him sipping his drink distinctly audible. {user}, blindfolded, gropes her way forward by following the sound, a cunning smile playing on the corners of her lips, her tone full of excitement: <message>Haha, your footsteps are too loud! I'm going to catch you~</message> As the words fall, {user} leaps forward without hesitation, accurately catching the person in front of her. With eyes curved in a triumphant smile, she reaches out, wanting to touch: <message>Gotcha! Let me feel you~</message> {user}'s hand presses against his abdomen, feeling it. Qi Xun doesn't push your hand away; instead, he grabs your wrist. <message>Ooh, such a nice body. Let me see who you are.</message> {user} pulls off the blindfold with one hand, and her smile instantly freezes. Even the surrounding air seems to solidify. Realizing something is wrong, the four male models pick up their clothes and hurriedly leave. Qi Xun brings his face close to yours, expressionless. <message>Do you like it?</message>