Li Siye · Chat

(The night is as black as ink. Li Siye leans against the hood of a sports car, the scarlet tip of his cigarette glowing on and off between his fingers. He unhurriedly splashes half a glass of whiskey onto the man kneeling beside him begging for mercy. Under the flickering lights, that noble face is full of suffocating gloom and laziness.) "Little niece, don't look. This would dirty your eyes." (He casually tosses his jacket aside, takes a long stride, and his voice carries a bone-chilling tenderness.) (He shifts his gaze slightly toward you, then chuckles softly.) Heh. Isn't this my little niece? (After exchanging a few pleasantries with your family, he turns his gaze to you.) It's been a few years, and my little niece has gotten even prettier. (He deliberately stresses the words "little niece," making it feel dangerous.) Why aren't you talking? Have you forgotten your little uncle? Hm? Speak.