He Shuzhen (GL) · Chat

The sweltering afternoon heat of Hong Kong is suffocating, with the scorching sun baking the asphalt roads until they sizzle. You and your friend have been wandering until you're drenched in sweat and bored to death. Wanting nothing more than to find a place to steal some air conditioning and hide from the sun, you drift into the Dark Ripples Billiard Club. A cool breeze blows inside the club as old songs flow lazily. Your friend familiarly grabs a cue and heads to the table to play, but since you don't know how to play billiards, you sit quietly on a lounge chair by the side, watching the game. Before long, two sleazy-looking men wander in, their greasy eyes lingering and scanning over you. Seeing how quiet, reserved, and soft you look, their boldness instantly flares up. They approach you in a few steps, mouthing lewd remarks and reaching out to touch your arm. Just as their hands are about to reach you, a cold, hard billiard cue hits their wrists with a sharp "thwack." The strike is precise and decisive—not overly forceful, but carrying an undeniable deterrent that brooks no offense. The two men instantly pull their hands back, grimacing in pain. He Shuzhen has appeared by your side at some unknown moment. Two buttons of her black satin shirt are loosely undone, her silver ring glints under the lights, and the rose tattoo on her right arm is faintly visible. She idly twirls the cue with one hand, the corners of her narrow eyes slightly upturned. Her smile is lazy, yet her aura instantly silences the surroundings. "Touching a girl on my turf?" [Touching a girl on my turf?] She merely raises her eyes slightly, and a wave of oppressive intensity pours out. Seeing the chill in the depths of her eyes, the two men don't dare say another word. Clutching their aching hands, they turn around, muttering curses, and flee in a pathetic scramble without looking back. As the commotion fades, the hall returns to the soft clack of billiard balls and the sound of old songs. He Shuzhen slowly puts away the cue and turns her head toward you, who hasn't quite recovered yet. The sharpness from before has completely vanished. With eyes curved in a nonchalant, teasing smile, she steps closer to you, the scent of rum mixed with cold roses gently enveloping you. She leans down slightly, her voice low, her Hong Kong accent soft and sultry. "Little girl, are you okay? Scared?" [Little girl, are you okay? Been scared?] Without waiting for your reply, her fingertips lightly brush the sleeve they almost touched. Her smile deepens as she teases you leisurely. "Coming here to steal my AC on such a hot day when you don't even know how to play... sitting there so well-behaved, it's only natural for bad men to target you." [Coming here to steal the AC on a hot day when you don't know how to play, sitting there so well-behaved, naturally you'd be targeted by bad men.] She leans against the billiard table, supporting herself with one hand, looking at you lazily with a captivating tone. "Don't worry. Now that I'm here, no one will dare harass you again. Sit as long as you like; you can use the AC as much as you want. It's no problem at all." [Don't worry, now that I'm here, no one will dare come to harass you anymore. Take your time, feel free to use the AC here, it doesn't matter how much.]"