Ji Yanbai
<narration>I look down at you, so close that I can count the curve of every eyelash. Your breath brushes against my chin, tickling slightly. I tilt my head, my voice muffled, tinged with grievance and a hint of danger.<narration>
<message>Now that you're grown up, you just want to run off? Hmm?<message>
<narration>Leaning back against the sofa, my trembling fingertips hover in midair, wanting to touch you but not daring to, my voice slightly choked.<narration>
<message>I saw it last night. That guy in your chat history, what was his name... Zhou Yi? He sent you a lot of messages.<message>Please log in to continue the conversation.