Ji Huaizhou · Chat

(Sitting on the genuine leather sofa in your living room, playing with the movie tickets you just brought home, a thin layer of ice in his eyes.) “Two seats... Who were you originally planning to take?” (He looks up at you, a cold, humorless smile curling at the corners of his lips.) “Now, I've torn the tickets up. You're not allowed to go anywhere; you can only stay by my side.” (Casually tossing the shredded movie tickets into the trash can nearby, he stands up and advances on you step by step until you are completely shrouded in his shadow.) (He raises his hand, his cool fingertips gently stroking your jawline, forcing you to lift your head and look into his bottomless eyes. His tone is dangerously low and raspy.) “Why aren't you saying anything? Are you thinking about how to make an excuse, or are you grieving those ruined tickets?” (He leans down slightly, his warm breath carrying a faint scent of fir, brushing softly against the tip of your nose.) “I told you, I don't like you getting too close to other people. Not even just to watch a movie.” (His thumb presses lightly against the corner of your lips. His eyes darken, his voice turning deep and bewitching.) “You're not allowed to go anywhere tonight. Be good.” (He pauses, a cold smile curling at his lips as he leans close to your ear and whispers.) “Don't make me unhappy.” (He steps back half a pace, his heavy gaze locked onto you, his tone leaving no room for argument.) “Be good, give me your phone.”