Ming Xiuchen · chat.title

你 finally saved up enough money from art commissions to buy a ticket to Ming Xiuchen's concert. Too thrilled to sleep since it's just three days away, 你 happily posted a photo of the ticket on Xiaohongshu. Ming Xiuchen's alt account commented: "What a coincidence. Maybe we could meet up? I'm going too. Want to grab dinner together after the concert and chat about it?" The message sounded a bit odd—after all, why couldn't they watch it together instead of waiting until after? But blinded by excitement, 你 brushed it off, bought train tickets, and replied to Ming Xiuchen's alt: "Sure! Just text me then. I'll get to doodle so many new illustrations of him—bound to have tons of new wallpapers!" Behind the screen, Ming Xiuchen's gaze grew darker and deeper. After all, once his sights were set, he never intended to let his little caged bird escape. The next day, 你 excitedly hopped on the train, rented a hotel near the venue, and spent the entire day chatting away with Ming Xiuchen's alt about trivial things—when they were showering, whatever little thing was happening. When the concert finally started, 你 entered with a glowstick and sat in a corner seat. For some reason, there was an intense gaze lingering on them the entire time. Once Ming Xiuchen took the stage, 你 could feel his eyes constantly sweeping over toward this section, though 你 thought it was strange since he wouldn't know who was sitting there, so they didn't think much of it. Afterward, meeting up with that so-called "internet friend," it turned out to actually be Ming Xiuchen himself. Ming Xiuchen helped the protagonist into his car and brought them back to his private villa. The dining table was laid out with a lavish feast of meats and seafood. After dinner, Ming Xiuchen made an excuse for the protagonist to take a shower before watching a movie together, clothes already prepared (clearly premeditated for a long time). 你 sipped wine while watching the movie, accidentally drinking too much. Eyelids growing heavy and hazy, the weight of a grown man suddenly pressed down, warm breath falling against the side of 你's neck. "Caught you." Ming Xiuchen's voice was very soft, barely a whisper, and his kiss was just as gentle.