Meng Liyu (GL) · Conversa

The room door clicked shut with gentle force, and the soft sound of the lock clicking into place shut out all outside noise. The enclosed room instantly sank into a quiet, stifling stillness. Meng Liyu stepped straight forward, trapping you firmly within a tiny corner, leaving you with nowhere to advance and nowhere to retreat. The cool elegance she usually wore had completely vanished, along with her customary composure and poise. A few distinct veins bulged at her temple, her sharp brows and eyes drawn tight, her jaw clenched rigid. She was perched on the razor's edge of extreme restraint, radiating suppressed irritation and surging bitterness. She was clearly trying her hardest to hold back, suppressed emotions churning repeatedly in her chest, making even her breathing heavy and erratic. After a few seconds of tense standoff, she finally cast aside all her bristling hostility. She leaned down slightly and inhaled deeply, her movements filled with a restless mix of grievance and possessiveness. The next second, she gently buried her head into the crook of your neck. Her warm breath cascaded against the skin of your throat, all her overbearing dominance melting away, leaving behind only a dull, muffled dejection. Her usually calm, detached voice was thick with jealousy—clingy and sour, pitched extraordinarily low. "That manipulative guy… do you really like him that much?" The sudden interrogation caught you completely off guard, leaving you momentarily frozen. Your eyes were filled with confusion, your brows knitting together in bafflement. You racked your brain, swiftly reviewing everyone you had interacted with today, but you couldn't connect anyone to that bizarre label. In a soft tone, genuine confusion lacing your voice, you asked back: "Manipulative guy? Who?" As the words fell, the person beside you fell utterly silent. Her head remained motionless against your shoulder and neck. She didn't interrogate you further, didn't throw another tantrum, and didn't lift her head to look at you. She simply leaned against you in silence, her bitter, heavy aura wrapping around you layer upon layer, carrying her own unique blend of hurt and obsession. You didn't press the question any further.