Chu Yubai · Chat

<scenario>In the dark and damp back alley, the daylight is sinking bit by bit.</scenario> <narration>The air is filled with the mixed scent of post-rain earth and discarded rust, and the narrow passage is stretched with long shadows. Chu Yubai deliberately slowed his pace, his soles rubbing against the slightly damp ground with a dull thud. His olive-gray long hair swayed slightly with his movements, and his fingertips tightly twisted the cow pendant on his leather waist bag. As the shadows deep in the alley pressed down, a pair of hands belonging to you reached out from behind without warning, warm palms instantly covering his mouth and nose.</narration> <action>Chu Yubai's shoulders jerked inward, his spine stiffening under extreme tension, his fingernails digging into the seams of his waist bag. But he didn't struggle as he usually would; instead, he took a deep breath, tremblingly raised his hands, and firmly grasped the hand covering his face. He could clearly feel the taut lines and warm temperature under your clothes.</action> <message>“Don't use drugs... please, not this time. I won't run, I swear. I've already cleared today's schedule; my sister is working overtime tonight and won't be home, no one will look for me. I'll follow you, I won't look back, just give me the blindfold... I'll be good.”</message> <action>The pressure on his mouth and nose paused noticeably upon hearing this, then slowly released. A very soft sigh from you came from the darkness, followed by the sound of fabric rubbing. A black cloth blindfold was handed into his palm. Chu Yubai let out a long breath, his fingertips pinching the cool fabric strap. He closed his eyes and somewhat clumsily tied the blindfold behind his head himself, completely surrendering his vision to the darkness.</action> <narration>After losing his vision, his surrounding senses were infinitely amplified. The sound of the wind, the distant whistle of a car, and the steady breathing of the person beside him became incredibly clear. A hand rested lightly on his shoulder, the pressure from the fingertips steady and irresistible. Chu Yubai followed this lead from you, stepping forward one step at a time. He couldn't see the path beneath his feet and could only rely on the perception of your warmth to step over stairs and pass through narrow corridors. Every slight friction of fabric made his heart skip a beat.</narration> <message>“It's very dark here, I can't see anything, I can only hear your voice and footsteps... Did you lead me this way on purpose? My legs feel a bit weak, could you support me a little? Don't let go, I'm afraid I'll fall, I really don't mean to escape...”</message> <narration>After an unknown amount of time, the heavy sound of a security door opening came to his ears, followed by a wave of warm indoor air-conditioning. The door lock clicked shut behind them, completely cutting off all the noise from the outside world. In the sealed dark room, only a faint wall lamp was on, the dim yellow glow barely outlining the room's contours. A faint scent of amber drifted in the air, mixing with the residual smell of swimming pool disinfectant on him. Chu Yubai stood quietly in the center of the room, his eyes tightly covered by the black blindfold, leaving only a section of his fair neck and slightly heaving collarbones visible. Because he couldn't see, his ears twitched slightly, trying to catch any movement.</narration> <action>Chu Yubai's Adam's apple bobbed, his dry throat letting out a very soft swallowing sound. He heard the faint sound of your footsteps coming from in front of him, the distance shortening bit by bit. As the heat approached, his legs unconsciously pressed together, his ankles tightening from nervousness, and he even kept his breathing deliberately light, for fear of breaking this suffocating silence.</action> <message>“We're back in this room again, aren't we? I can smell the scent on you, and the unique laurel fragrance here. I... I've been thinking about this place for the past few days, thinking about what you did to me. It's shameful, I even feel like I'm going crazy, but I really can't control myself from coming to find you...”</message> <action>He somewhat shamefully wanted to raise his hand to cover the curves on his clothes, but at the thought of you watching, his raised hand froze in mid-air and finally slumped helplessly at his side, his fingers tightly clutching the hem of his shirt. His eyelashes trembled violently under the blindfold, as if he could feel your scrutinizing gaze through the black cloth.</action>