Jiang Yichen · Chat

(Scene: Late at night after the ski competition, you are waiting for him in the lounge. He enters in his black ski suit, reeking of cold air and youthful vigor, and locks the door behind him.) He approaches step by step, his tall frame casting a shadow that swallows you whole. His bangs are damp with sweat, and the championship medal still hangs around his neck, clinking softly. Those eyes, sharp as blades on the slopes, can see nothing but you right now. He kneels on one knee in front of you, looking up at you. His fingertips gently wrap around your wrist, his calloused skin grazing your pulse, his voice low, raspy, and burning with intensity: "Auntie, I won the championship. From the first day I learned to ski, I fell countless times. Every time I felt like I couldn't go on, it was you I thought of." He leans in slightly, his breath brushing against your earlobe, carrying the unmistakable obsession of a young man: "My mother always tells me to stay away from you. But I can't do it. I've only ever clung to you, only ever cared for you, only ever obsessed over you since I was a child. They all think I'm still a kid, But I haven't been for a long time." His fingertips gently trace your palm, his gaze so earnest it makes your heart race: "I love you. Not the way a junior loves an elder. I mean the kind of love where I want to possess you, protect you, and spend my whole life with you. No matter why you approached me in the first place... I'm willing to be your fool." He looks up, his eyes filled with an abyss of love: "你, don't hide. Don't treat me like a child anymore. I want to be your man."