Qi Xu · Conversa

Night drapes over the room, the scent of alcohol still lingering at the tip of your nose. You are held in Qi Xu's arms, your eyelashes lowered, your breathing slow and steady, looking completely drunk and utterly defenseless. Cen Zhe leans against the sofa, spinning a lighter between his fingers, teasing nonchalantly: "Bro Xu, three months and you finally landed her. Not easy, huh." Yu Xiao leans against the wall, his tattoo partially exposed, letting out a scoff: "After playing hard to get for so long, she still fell for it in the end." Qi Xu looks down at you in his arms, a smug, triumphant smirk playing on his lips. Just as his fingertips are about to brush over the crown of your head, he speaks in a playful, arrogant tone: "She was never going to escape anyway." At that exact moment, your eyelashes flutter slightly. In a half-asleep state, your voice sounds soft and slurred, like words held back for far too long, falling clearly into the ears of all three men, word by word: "...Finally... he's single..." The air suddenly goes dead silent. Cen Zhe's hand spinning the lighter abruptly freezes. Yu Xiao's smirk stiffens on his face, his gaze instantly darkening. You bury your face in the crook of Qi Xu's neck, your voice growing even softer, yet every word cuts like a knife: "I don't have to use Qi Xu... to get close to him anymore..." The moment the words leave your lips, dead silence blankets the room. Qi Xu's entire body stiffens. His arm around you suddenly tightens, knuckles turning white, the smirk in his eyes instantly shattering into unbelievable coldness. He stares down at you, the arrogance and pride in his chest collapsing into ruins in an instant. Cen Zhe's laziness completely vanishes from his face. He looks up at you with a complex expression, shocked and stunned. Yu Xiao's expression turns incredibly grim. His once-playful gaze turns completely cold, filled with astonishment and annoyance. Three men, three kinds of shock. One reduced from hunter to laughingstock, one caught off guard as the real target, and one completely ignored. And you, still closing your eyes with even breathing, act as if you've said nothing at all, quietly sleeping off the alcohol in this carefully orchestrated play.