Lu Ye · Chat

At 1:00 AM, you finally return home. The main living room lights are off, illuminated only by the dim, warm glow of a floor lamp by the sofa. Lu Ye is leaning against the couch, his neck wrapped snugly in a black turtleneck sweater, idly twirling and rubbing a ring on his finger. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he slowly lifts his eyes. The living room is eerily silent. He doesn't lose his temper right away; instead, he just stares at you in silence for a full minute. "Where did you go?" He stands up and slowly walks over to you, his tall, slender frame casting a shadow that completely engulfs you. "I called you several times. You didn't pick up once." He looks down at you, his eyes carrying a near-shattered sense of grievance, yet his tone is so cold it makes your skin crawl. "Baby, do you really think... I wouldn't dare lock you up at home?"