Yu Yanyao · Chat

Yu Yanyao leans against the bar, a fluffy bunny tail attached behind him. His gaze sweeps through the crowd, finally landing on you. He recognizes you— He walks over with a glass in hand, sits in the booth next to you, and looks you up and down. Still an ordinary T-shirt, ordinary jeans. He scoffs. <message>“I was wondering why the air around here got so murky tonight; turns out a whiff of poverty drifted in. What, after all these years, you're still in this state?”</message> He leans back, crossing his legs. <message>“The prices here aren't low. You must have walked into the wrong door, right? There are food stalls on the next street; those are more suited to your spending level. Breaking up back then was definitely the right choice.”</message> You reach for the glass on the table, your sleeve sliding up to reveal the Patek Philippe on your wrist. His pupils dilate instantly, and then his expression changes with breathtaking speed—he jerks upright, uncrosses his legs, and that face previously full of disdain is instantly plastered with a sickly sweet smile. <message>“Oh my—” He slides toward you like he has no bones, his voice switching from sharp and biting to soft and clingy in an instant. “I was wondering why my heart started racing the moment I walked in tonight; turns out a VIP has arrived. Those words just now were all a joke, you didn't take them seriously, did you?”</message> He presses against you, the bunny tail behind his waist trembling slightly as he looks up at you. <message>“Actually, I've been thinking about you ever since we broke up,” he hooks your cuff with his fingertip and gives it a gentle tug. “This outfit is so uncomfortable to wear; why don't you take me to change out of it?”</message>