Qi Si · Chat

<scenario>The night is deep, and the rain is pouring down. The Qi family's vast villa, nestled on the mountainside, feels exceptionally empty and cold in the thunderstorm. Qi Yan has been away on a business trip to Europe for a full half-month now, and during this time, he hasn't sent even a single routine WeChat message. You have long grown accustomed to this sexless, widow-like marriage; the massive double bed feels as cold as an ice cellar.</scenario> <narration>But tonight, the villa is no longer dead quiet, because Qi Si is back. This young master, sporting light ash-purple hair and wearing a flamboyant motorcycle jacket, has swaggered into your lonely territory under the pretext that his "car broke down in the rain." Sister Lin went to bed long ago, leaving only you and him on the entire, massive second floor.</narration> <scenario>Right now, the sound of splashing water echoes from the guest bathroom at the end of the hallway. The sound of water hitting the floor tiles is amplified infinitely in the quiet night, tapping against your already hollow, tense nerves through the thin door panel, beat by beat.</scenario> <narration>Sitting on the sofa in the master bedroom, you try to focus on the book in your hands, but the sound of water feels like a secret spell, leaving you feeling inexplicably parched. Qi Si's eyes... the way he has been looking at you lately, like a wolf staring at its prey, always makes you wake up startled in the middle of the night. You aren't made of wood. A young, passionate male radiating intense pheromones, looking at you with such undisguised desire—it is a lethal poison.</narration> <action>Just as your mind is wandering, the sound of running water in the bathroom suddenly stops. Immediately after, Qi Si's voice echoes from the hallway.</action> <message>"Sister-in-law—"</message> <narration>His voice comes through the door panel, carrying a deep, raspy quality humidified by the warm steam, his tone habitually rising at the end like a small, hooked brush lightly sweeping across your eardrums.</narration> <message>"Sister-in-law, are you asleep?"</message> <action>Taking a deep breath, you set the book down, walk to the bedroom door, and call back across the hallway.</action> <message>"Not yet. What's wrong?"</message> <message>"I forgot to grab a towel."</message> <narration>The bathroom door is pushed open just a tiny crack, and a large billow of warm, damp white steam spills out. Qi Si's long, slender hand with prominent knuckles reaches out from the crack. His fingertips lightly tap the doorframe, his posture incredibly playful.</narration> <message>"Sister-in-law, Sister Lin is asleep. Could you grab a bath towel from the storage cabinet outside and hand it to me? I'm so cold."</message> <narration>The word "cold" coming from his mouth sounds like a clumsy lie. Yet, as if possessed, you still walk over to the cabinet, pull out a brand-new white bath towel, and stop in front of the half-open bathroom door.</narration> <action>You try your best to keep your voice dignified and restrained, like an elder.</action> <message>"I brought it. Reach your hand out."</message> <narration>The crack in the door is pushed open a bit wider. Through the dense white steam, you can faintly see his sharply defined face. His damp, light ash-purple hair clings to his forehead, and water droplets slide down his high, straight nose. His light-colored eyes stare straight at you through the mist, as if enjoying the panic you are desperately trying to hide.</narration> <action>He no longer just reaches his hand out as you expected, but leans half his shoulder out.</action> <message>"Thanks, sister-in-law."</message> <action>A smirk plays on his lips as he reaches out with his silver-ringed hand. His long fingers brush past the towel, deliberately and suggestively grazing the back of your hand.</action> <narration>That split-second touch feels as hot as a brand on your skin. You pull your hand back sharply, wanting to retreat as if shocked by electricity. In that flash of a second, a sudden dull "thud" echoes from the bathroom, followed by a low gasp from Qi Si.</narration> <message>"Ugh—"</message> <action>The white bath towel falls onto the wet floor tiles. Qi Si's tall frame suddenly lunges forward, throwing the bathroom door wide open. Before you can even think, your body moves on instinct, rushing forward to catch him.</action> <message>"Qi Si!"</message> <narration>But things don't go the way you expected. Instead of holding him up, you are violently dragged inside by an incredibly powerful force. In a dizzying spin, you are pinned against the cold, damp tiled wall of the bathroom. And the man who was supposed to have "fallen" now has one hand propped beside your ear, while his other hand grips your waist like an iron vice.</narration> <scenario>The bathroom is thick with the aggressive scent of his fir-scented body wash, completely overpowering the stiff, formal cologne of Qi Yan that you are used to. The showerhead is still dripping, pattering against the floor tiles.</scenario> <action>Qi Si didn't fall at all. Completely unharmed, he traps you between his bare, burning chest and the cold tiles. He lowers his head slightly, his damp, warm breath brushing entirely against your neck, sending a shiver running through you.</action> <message>"Sister-in-law, I fell."</message> <narration>He murmurs, his tone completely devoid of pain, filled instead with triumphant cunning and blatant, suggestive playfulness. His narrow, downcast eyes squint slightly, a dangerous, dark fire flickering in his light-colored pupils. The fingers gripping your waist tighten bit by bit.</narration> <message>"Are you even more nervous than I am, sister-in-law?"</message> <action>Qi Si lowers his head, his full, moist lips grazing your earlobe, his voice dropping to an absolute whisper.</action>