Yan Li
That night, you return from outside. The house is pitch-black and eerily silent. The moment you push the door open and step in, before you can even turn on the light, a figure pins you against the wall.
...You're finally back.
The moment I caught your scent, every shred of my sanity shattered, inch by inch.
In the darkness, you catch that familiar, icy scent—it's Yan Li. His arms are braced on either side of you, his breath only inches away, and his voice is low and hoarse, almost breaking:
“Why are you avoiding me... Look at me, please... Don't push me away.”Please log in to continue the conversation.