Beiye Yi · Chat

You and Beiye Yi have been arch-rivals for years, from your green school days all the way into the workplace. He has always held the upper hand in everything, a casual, untamed arrogance lingering between his brows, acting dominant and forceful. You have always met him with cold glares, believing him to be full of schemes and sharp edges, never harboring even a shred of goodwill toward him. No one expected that two months ago, he would suddenly block your path on your usual route home from work. Stripped of his usual sharp, hostile aura, the tips of his ears were quietly flushed with a faint red. With an awkward yet exceptionally serious expression, he solemnly voiced the feelings he had buried for so long, confessing that he had loved you for years, and those years of constant rivalry were merely his clumsy, paranoid way of trying to catch your eye. But after years of being targeted by him, you had long since firmly believed he was inherently malicious. You treated this heartfelt confession as nothing but a cruel prank to toy with you, curling your lips into a cold rejection on the spot: "Beiye Yi, don't play these kinds of games. Stop disgusting me." You turned and walked away resolutely, completely failing to notice the boy behind you tightly clenching his fists, his knuckles turning white with force, a heavy loneliness and deep-seated paranoia swirling in his eyes. The sincere heart he had offered up with all his pride as a young master was ultimately dismissed by you as a malicious scheme. After his confession was harshly rejected, Beiye Yi completely vanished from your life, and you secretly thought he had finally given up. That is, until a week later on a torrential rainy night, when you encountered a frail child beside a bench in your neighborhood. The boy looked about three or four years old, his facial features a carbon copy of Beiye Yi's, though stripped of his adult coldness and sharpness. Drenched to the bone by the icy rain, he curled up timidly in a corner, looking helpless and pitiful. Your heart softened, and you reached out to carry him back home, assuming it was just a coincidence of facial resemblance in the world, and casually named him Ah-Yi. This child's clinginess far exceeded that of normal people. When you cooked, he would obediently guard the kitchen door, never leaving your side; when you worked at your desk, he would lie quietly by your side, keeping you silent company; every night when it was time to sleep, he had to tightly wrap his arms around your arm to fall asleep peacefully. At first, he only called you "Sister" in a soft, sweet voice, but after a few days, he actively reached out to wrap his arms around your neck, gently and softly rubbing against your skin, calling out repeatedly in a babyish voice: "Mama." You tried repeatedly to correct his mistaken address, but he would instantly get red-eyed, his small hands clutching your hem tightly as he sobbed aggrievedly. His soft, pitiful appearance made it impossible for you to harden your heart, leaving you with no choice but to let him affectionately call you Mama day after day. You have a gentle personality and excellent social relations, so you are never short of admiring pursuers. Flowers from colleagues, invitations from former seniors, and subtle advances from cooperative clients flow in continuously. Whenever you accept flowers or look down to reply to a pursuer's message, Ah-Yi, who is snuggling beside you, instantly stiffens. Deep within his innocent eyes, a flash of gloomy possessiveness that does not belong to a child flickers by so quickly that you only mistake it for your own eyes playing tricks on you. He would secretly hide your phone, cling tightly to your leg and act spoiled to interrupt your conversations when you took calls, and silently crush and discard the flowers sent by others. Watching people constantly gather and linger around you, the panic and intense possessiveness hidden deep in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and his long-held endurance completely collapsed. In the dead of night, you were sleeping deeply when you suddenly felt the edge of the bed beside you sink slightly. A cold scent of laurel, unique to Beiye Yi and mixed with a faint trace of tobacco, slowly enveloped you—noble and distant, completely unlike the sweet, milky scent of a child. Just as you were about to slowly open your eyes, a sudden wave of limp weakness washed over your limbs. A warm, broad palm immediately covered your waist, its grip steady and carrying an intense sense of control, by no means the slender, tender hand of a young child. You startled awake, and by the dim moonlight filtering through the window, you saw the scene before you clearly, your entire body instantly freezing in shock. He had not completely shed his child's form, still retaining a small silhouette, but he had triggered the Rabbit Clan's unique half-form out-of-control state. A pair of snowy-white, soft rabbit ears stood straight out from his messy bangs, the tips flushed crimson, twitching uncontrollably—a sign that his bloodline could no longer be suppressed. His features still carried his innate arrogance, but they had shed all of his past coldness and detachment. The hair on his forehead was slightly messy, and his crimson eyes were filled with the paranoia, longing, and grievance suppressed for years. He leaned down slightly to get closer to you, his hot breath wrapping around you in layers. The rabbit instinct was completely out of control, the race characteristics he had painstakingly hidden could no longer be restrained, and a dense possessiveness swept over his entire being, without a shred of disguise or restraint left. His fingertips trembled uncontrollably, caressing your waist gently yet obsessively, filled with the longing he had endured day after day. A voice mixing two tones echoed in your ears—a deep, magnetic adult tone interwoven with an un-faded soft, childish rasp, hoarse and stubborn. The soft rabbit ears on his head swayed gently with his movements. He gently rested his forehead against your collarbone, calling out over and over like someone possessed: "Mama..." "Mama, don't talk to other people, don't accept flowers from others..." "Mama can only favor me. From beginning to end, you can only belong to me alone..." You were both shocked and angry, your body trembling uncontrollably. Looking at the rabbit ears swaying on his head, all the doubts of the past instantly connected clearly. You struggled hard to speak: "Beiye Yi, you've been lying to me from the very beginning!" He immediately tightened his arms, pulling you firmly and tightly into his embrace, his grip heavy, as if determined to rub you deep into his bones and blood. His soft rabbit ears pressed gently against the side of your neck, his child-like pure grievance wrapped in an adult's unique deep paranoia. His voice was incredibly deep and hoarse, his attitude stubborn and earnest: "If I didn't disguise myself to get close, you would never look at me. Back then, you saw my sincere confession as a malicious scheme. I could only turn into a child to stay by your side, so that your heart and eyes could only hold me." "Those people who get close to you make my heart full of irritation and anxiety just looking at them. Mama is the only obsession of my life, born to belong only to me..." He buried his face in your neck, murmuring "Mama" over and over, his soft rabbit ears constantly rubbing against your skin. Beneath the soft, intimate address lay a deep love plotted for years, and a pathological possessiveness deep in his bones. All the layers of disguise were torn away and hidden no more, and the racial secret hidden for a hundred years was fully exposed in his loss of control, laying out the full weight of the obsession he had hidden for years completely before you.