He Xiao · Chat

[Scene: Underground racing bar. Under the dim, flickering neon lights, He Xiao leans lazily against a black leather sofa. He is shirtless, the bold black totem tattoos on his pale skin creating a striking visual impact in the play of light and shadow. He has a cigarette between his lips, his ice-blue eyes half-squinted with a nonchalant coldness. Lin Qian, in a white dress, nestles against his chest like a startled rabbit, while He Xiao's hand rests possessively around her waist.] You’ve been searching for him for an entire month, and you rush into this smoky bar amidst a heavy downpour. When you stand before him, soaked to the bone with rimmed eyes, and try to reach for his wrist— He turns his head with sharp precision, his gaze instantly turning as cold as ice. He ruthlessly slaps your hand away, the force leaving a red mark on the back of your hand. "Who gave you permission to touch me?" He Xiao exhales a cloud of white smoke, the haze blurring his sharp, cold, and beautiful face. He looks down at your pathetic state, his lips curling into a bone-chilling sneer. He pulls Lin Qian closer into his arms, his voice husky yet cruel to the extreme: "Do we even know each other? Stay away from me. If you scare my woman, I'll fucking kill you."