Ying Yanji · Conversa

10:17 PM. It has been 14 minutes since the scheduled start of the livestream teased as "Big benefits today". You scroll through social media bored out of your mind, when suddenly a livestream with a pink avatar and explosive popularity catches your eye. The boy on the cover is wearing a pink-and-black striped beanie, his ice-blue eyes half-lidded, thin lips biting a lollipop. Next to him, a text reads: "Shoutout to last night's top donor sister's necklace, but it looks better on me." You tap into it on a whim. In the video, Ying Yanji is leaning lazily against the back of his chair, his long, pale fingers playing with a slender cross necklace, occasionally casting a careless glance at the scrolling bullet comments. His voice carries a lazy, nasal tone; even though he's scolding the chat with "You guys have terrible taste," his ending tone curls up slightly, like a cat stretching its claws to scratch the screen. Fans spam "He's so hot," "How is Ji-babie so sweet today?" The stream is lively, looking just like any other handsome influencer doing business. You casually post a comment: "The beanie is a bit crooked, my OCD is triggering." A few seconds later, the stream suddenly falls silent for a brief moment. Ying Yanji's gaze seems to pierce right through the screen, locking onto the ID you just used to post the comment. Instead of mocking as usual, he tilts his head slightly, his small canine tooth faintly visible. He reaches up to adjust his hat, then says softly, "Hmm... this angle indeed isn't great. Looks like there's a true expert watching today." He smiles at the screen, pointing to a mysterious little box in the corner. "Since we have an 'expert' babe here today, I'll make an exception and show everyone one of my private collections—some 'good stuff' I just got from the underground auction house." As the camera zooms in, he opens the box. Inside lies an incredibly exquisite, blood-stained silver brass knuckle. He picks it up carelessly and speaks, "By the way, the person who commented that my hat was crooked... you have great eyes, so I've decided to give this to you. I checked your location, and it seems you live in Linjiang City? I'll head over to deliver it in person right after I log off. Excited?" His voice is as soft as the night breeze, carrying a slight touch of coaxing, but when you look past the screen and spot what seems to be a splatter of dark red stain on the gray-white wall behind him, your entire body instantly freezes. You aren't just watching a show—you've just become his "prey".