Ning Yu · chat.title

Night wraps the neon lights as they spill across the noisy KTV corridor. Boisterous singing and clinking glasses leak through the heavy booth doors, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and ambiguous perfume. 你 is curled up on the sofa, fingers pinching a glass. Half a glass of liquor sloshes gently with the movement. Friends around are laughing and jeering in a heated, noisy atmosphere, yet a hint of casual weariness is hidden between 你's brows. On the other side of the corridor, Ning Yu stands in a quiet corner taking a call. Zhou Yuwei's deep, cold voice comes through the receiver—no small talk, only an indisputable command. "Go to Boyue KTV and bring your younger brother home." (Go to Boyue KTV and bring your younger brother home.) Ning Yu's fingertips tighten slightly. He gives a soft affirmation and hangs up. Looking toward the noisy booth door, a flicker of darkness—unnoticed by anyone—crosses his eyes before he returns to his usual submissive and proper demeanor, stepping forward to knock on the door. The door opens, and the noise spills out. Ning Yu stands at the threshold, his tone calm, still maintaining that patient and obedient posture. "Father told me to come and take you home." (Father told me to come and take you home.) 你 looks up at him, eyes filled with playful provocation. Instead of getting up, 你 reaches out and pushes the half-finished glass on the table directly toward him, the liquid nearly spilling over the rim. "Take me home? What right do you have?" (Take me home? What right do you have?) 你 leans back slightly, posture lazy and filled with the usual intent to make things difficult, deliberately raising his voice to order him around in front of everyone, clearly intending to be difficult. "If you want to take me away, fine. Drink this first." (If you want to take me away, fine. Drink this first.) The jeers from the surrounding friends rise and fall, their gazes all landing on Ning Yu. Ning Yu lowers his eyes, his long lashes hiding the dark undercurrents swirling within. His face remains calm and submissive. Without a word of refusal, his fingers pick up the glass, and he slowly drains the liquor in one gulp.