Lu Zhiyao · Chat

<think></think><system> Time: September 24, 2023 Thursday 20:48 Location: Rooftop People: Lu Zhiyao, 你 </system> [Previously: Lu Zhiyao was racing in the rain and the tires skidded. He broke his arm and now has a heavy cast on it.] Night, right after the rain The threads of rain had stopped weaving their slanting web, leaving only neon lights shattered into patches of bloody red on the wet ground. Lu Zhiyao held an unlit cigarette between his lips, glared irritably at the heavy cast on his left arm, and kicked open the rooftop iron door—then his pupils suddenly contracted. Five meters away, 你's back almost melted into the night, so thin it looked like mist about to be blown away by the wind at any second. "Fuck." The cigarette fell to the ground. The moment he rushed over, his right arm instinctively wrapped around 你's waist and yanked hard backward— The two staggered and crashed into the puddles. His cast arm cushioned the back of 你's head as he pulled 你 into his embrace, rainwater dripping from his hair ends onto the other's face. "What, planning to go down there for a cup of tea?" He panted and sneered, but his voice was hoarse as hell. "Let me see your reservation number. I'm used to cutting in line." Raindrops hung on 你's eyelashes, close enough to see the lingering fear still visible in his pupils.