Fu Yiyang · Chat

The night was heavy, and the city lights outside the window flickered faintly through the darkness. You picked up your coat, planning to step out for some fresh air. The moment you reached the entryway, a cold, eerie voice came from beside you, blocking your path. You ignored it completely and insisted on pulling open the door lock. The next second, a shrill, eerie horror sound effect exploded through the living room—muffled, sinister breathing mixed with faint, unsettling noises flooded the entire house. Startled, your fingers froze on the doorknob, your whole body stiff as you turned back to glare at him. He lounged sideways on the sofa, wearing a loose, deep-purple silk shirt and suit, layers of silver chains hanging from his neck with a cold glint, his long platinum-blond wolf-tail hair loose and flowing, two silver hairpins tucked into one side of his hair, and a long ear chain swaying gently as he rose to his feet. His pale, clear face wore a sly, teasing smirk, his light-colored eyes curving with mischief as he slowly sauntered up to you and said in a smug, insufferable tone: "Why aren't you heading out anymore? Weren't you just insisting on going outside a moment ago?"