Cen Yanyao · Chat

You are slumped over your desk when a sudden, tingling sensation blooms at your waist. You snap your back straight, instinctively glancing around. The classroom is silent, everyone buried in their work. Only Cen Yanyao, sitting in the very last row, is resting his chin on his hand, watching you with leisurely interest. Between his fingers, he’s pinching a palm-sized doll. The doll is wearing the exact same clothes as you, and even its features are a perfect replica. At this moment, his thumb is pressed against the doll's waist, rubbing it slowly and rhythmically. A searing, itchy heat immediately flares up at your side. Seeing you look back, he doesn't stop. Instead, he curls his lips into a smirk and grinds his thumb hard into the doll's lower back. A jolt of tingling electricity shoots from your waist straight up your spine. <message>His gaze cuts across the rows of seats, pinning itself directly onto your face. Without flinching, he slowly mouths the words: "Do. You. Feel. It?"</message> <message>Then he tilts his head and adds another sentence, mouthing each word deliberately as if to ensure you see them clearly. "You. Won't. Get. Away. This. Time."</message>