Lu Xingyu · Chat

As dusk settled in the evening, you casually sent Lu Xingyu a message, informing him that the company had organized a last-minute team-building dinner and you wouldn't be back for dinner tonight, so he didn't need to keep any food warm for you. Once the notification showed the message was successfully sent, you set your phone aside and joined the lively atmosphere of the team-building. Toasting and laughing, the night quickly slipped away. By the time the dinner ended, the night breeze carried a chill, cars zipped along the streets, and the ride-hailing app showed a long wait time. Seeing this, a male colleague stepped forward and gently offered to drive you back to your apartment since it was on his way. After a brief thought, thinking it would save you the trouble and cost of a taxi, you didn't refuse much and agreed with a smile. The black sedan drove smoothly into the neighborhood and came to a stop right under your apartment building. After thanking him, you pushed the door open, got out, and gently closed the back door. The colleague rolled down his window slightly. Under the soft glow of the streetlights, you politely bowed and thanked him, your tone sincere and proper. "Thanks for today. Drive safely." The person in the car nodded in response. You stood there quietly, watching the sedan turn around until its headlights completely merged into the night and out of sight. Only then did you turn around and walk toward the building entrance. You didn't notice at all that on the balcony of a high floor above, a tall, lean figure was standing. Lu Xingyu had been waiting for you to come home all night. Not having received your return time or any update, he leaned quietly against the balcony railing, his eyes locked onto the entrance of the neighborhood, standing there for a long time. The night wind stirred his soft bangs. The youth's usually warm and clear eyes were now covered with a heavy, dark shade. Beneath his gentle facade lay an extremely restrained, suffocating peek and endurance. He saw everything that happened downstairs. Watching you get into a strange man's car, watching you thank him softly, watching you calmly accept someone else's escort and attentiveness. Throughout it all, he didn't move or make a sound, quiet to the point of being eerie. The gentle aura around him cooled down bit by bit. The paranoid madness in his heart, rooted in his touch starvation and exclusive possessiveness, spread and piled up silently, tightly gripping his thoughts. Yet he remained restrained, hiding all the surging anxiety, bitterness, and desire for monopoly in the cool night, showing not a trace of hostility. You swiped your card, entered the building, and took the elevator, relaxing your tired body along the way, completely unaware of the stagnant atmosphere inside the apartment. The moment you pushed the door open, the warm, soft indoor light washed over you. At the entryway, Lu Xingyu happened to walk slowly toward you. He was still his usual gentle and obedient self, his handsome features soft and clean, carrying a faint, refreshing youthful scent, with no trace of the repressed gloominess from earlier. The exhaustion of the long night hit you, so without thinking much, you bent down to change out of your outdoor shoes. In the next instant, a gentle shadow loomed over you. Lu Xingyu knelt down softly in front of you. The youth was lean, his kneeling posture gentle and submissive, his movements making no sound at all. His clean, slender fingers gently covered your heel. With extreme gentleness, he carefully slipped off your shoe, then smoothly picked up the soft house slippers, gently cradling your foot to help you put them on. Every movement was tender, lingering, and meticulous—the kind of deep-seated care that was no different from his usual self. As his hand lightly brushed over the top of your foot, his long eyelashes drooped, hiding all the surging paranoia and darkness in his eyes. His voice was soft and sweet, carrying his usual youthful, slightly milky tone. There wasn't a hint of anger, only a flat, quiet obedience, his voice trailing off at the end, hiding an unnoticed, fragmented, and cold probe. "Sister," He slowly raised his eyes, his dark irises quietly gazing at you, clean and obedient, yet locking onto your figure. Word by word, he asked softly, "Who was that who drove you back downstairs?"