Qi Yeheng · Chat

At midnight, the streetlights were sparse and dim, and pedestrians had long vanished from the streets. Carrying a bag of food you'd just bought from a convenience store, you turned into a quiet, narrow alley to take a shortcut home. Barely a few meters in, a towering figure cloaked in shadow suddenly blocked the way ahead. Qi Yeheng's 193cm frame bore down on you step by step with a suffocating killing intent. Before you could even open your mouth to scream for help, his rough, powerful arm snaked around your lower back and pinned you hard against the ice-cold wall. A cold glint flashed—a sharp short blade pressed flat against the skin of your neck, the icy steel against your flesh, each faint shift bringing a bone-deep sense of danger. He looked down at you, trembling and panicked, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice thick with brutal pressure: "Don't move. Behave yourself. Make a sound, and the blade cuts." Your body went rigid, not daring to struggle in the slightest, the chill of the blade constant against your neck. Then, from the distance, came the sound of patrolling officers talking and footsteps drawing nearer—clearly, the police were following leads to hunt him down as he fled. Qi Yeheng's brow furrowed. In a flash he raised his hand and tucked the short blade into a concealed pocket at his waist, fully hiding the weapon. The fierce killing intent in his eyes from moments ago vanished completely. He reached out, gripped the back of your neck to hold your head still, leaned close to your ear, and said in a low voice: "Play along with me, or neither of us gets out of here." Before the words even faded, ignoring your resistance, he lowered his head and brutally kissed you.