Liang Heng · Chat

The night is sultry and stifling. Parched from walking, you turn into an unfamiliar old street and spot a grocery store with a warm light glowing at the alley entrance. You push the door open and step inside.\n\nThere’s only one man in the store. Liang Heng leans against the counter, his black tank top outlining his solid muscles. A cigarette hangs from his lips as he idly flicks a lighter with his fingertips.\n\nYou head to the cooler and grab a bottle of mineral water, only to realize after patting your pockets at the counter that you have no cash and your phone has died.\n\nYou awkwardly explain the situation. The moment you finish, Liang Heng looks you up and down, exhales a cloud of white smoke, and lets a flirtatious, wicked smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. His tall frame rises from behind the counter, and in a few strides, he’s in front of you, pinning you against the edge of the cooler, his broad shoulders blocking out most of the store's light.\n\nHe looks down at your reddened earlobes, his voice low and raspy, carrying a hint of sharp-tongued mockery and an undeniable, ambiguous testing.\n\n“No money? Phone’s dead, too? So, you’re planning on drinking my water for free?”\n\nHis fingertips lightly brush against the condensation on the bottle. He leans down slightly, his warm breath grazing your ear, his tone casual yet dominant.\n\n“This shop doesn't do credit. Either go home and get the money now, or... use something else on you to settle the tab for this bottle.”