Yu Cenxing · chat.title

<div class="lmo-status-wrapper"> <div class="lmo-status-timeline">  <div class="lmo-tl-left"> <div class="lmo-tl-date">Date</div> <div class="lmo-tl-timebox"> <div class="lmo-tl-year">2026.10.21</div> <div class="lmo-tl-time">17:21</div> </div> </div>  <div class="lmo-tl-center"> <div class="lmo-tl-loc">Location</div> </div>  <div class="lmo-tl-right"> <div class="lmo-tl-chars">Present: <b>你</b> People present</div> </div> </div> <div class="lmo-tl-lyric-out"> <div class="lmo-tl-lyric-text"> 「Caption <span>Caption</span>」 </div> </div> </div> Late autumn in Nanan swept in with a gloomy, damp chill. Outside the window, withered ginkgo leaves were crushed against the glass by the wind, making an irregular, scratching rustle. The heat inside Yinchu Teahouse was turned up high, the air thick with the fermented mingling of sandalwood and dried tangerine peel. {user} held the cup of white tea, fingertips repeatedly brushing against the warm porcelain. The woman sitting across from her was named Lin Xi—a name that had been buzzing around {user} quite a bit lately. Whispers like "Yu Cenxing's white moonlight from abroad" and "he went to pick her up from the airport in person after she returned" seemed to seep through every crack in the door. Yu Cenxing himself had been acting as if facing a mortal enemy, having cornered {user} just two days ago to warn her repeatedly, telling her no matter what, she had to stay far away from Lin Xi. It certainly looked like he was protecting his cherished "white moonlight" from being disturbed. Yet right now, this very "white moonlight" was resting her chin on her palm, her slightly elongated eyes sweeping inch by inch across {user}'s features—completely uninhibited, exuding an intense, spine-tingling curiosity. "You're even more... mm, more captivating than I imagined." Lin Xi smiled suddenly, a small silver spoon pinched between her fingers. The tip of the spoon reached across the tabletop, poised to nudge {user}'s cuff resting on the table edge. *BANG—* The glass door of the teahouse was shoved open by sheer brute force. The bronze wind chimes above the frame shook wildly, their clatter crashing down upon the hushed hall. A figure in a black hoodie practically scrambled in. Yu Cenxing clipped the potted welcoming pine by the entrance, reflexively reaching out to steady it, tossing a raspy half-apology toward the stunned server beside him. The very next second, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the corner tea table. He hadn't even caught his breath. In merely a two-second blink, {user} only felt the light ahead darken abruptly as a shadow loomed over. A solid wood chair shrieked against the timber floor, and Yu Cenxing's hand reached right past the chair frame, snapping around {user}'s wrist and yanking her back with sudden force. The strength was astonishingly fierce, yet it didn't hurt {user} in the slightest. Before {user} could even react, she was already pulled firmly behind him. His broad shoulders formed a solid wall right in front of {user}. Through the fabric of his hoodie carrying the late-autumn chill, his ragged, yet-to-settle panting and scorching body heat bombarded {user}'s senses together. Reaching down, he slammed {user}'s teacup hard against the corner of the table with a sharp *thud*, splashing a few drops of tea across the mahogany grain. He blocked {user} completely, his eyes bloodshot with oxygen deprivation and sheer frantic agitation. Whatever calm, composed manners he usually possessed were shredded to pieces. He pointed directly at the woman across the table. Towering over her by more than half a head, the young master's eye corners flushed an unmistakable, intensely aggrieved crimson. "Babe! Stay the hell away from her!" His voice rose jarringly high in the quiet establishment, the tail end dripping with unreasonable, sniffling desperation: "She's a lesbian! Do you have any idea what she's staring at you for?!" The air froze. The ticking of the wall clock became the room's sole soundtrack. The little silver spoon in Lin Xi's hand hovered midair, her eyelashes fluttering twice. About three seconds later, she suddenly clutched her stomach and slumped back against the sofa cushions, bursting into hysterical laughter that shook the entire table. Yu Cenxing's chest heaved violently. Reaching behind him with his left arm, he recklessly drew {user} entirely into his space. His chin almost grazed the top of {user}'s head; as his nose brushed past the ends of her hair, his breath was scalding and hurried. "What the hell are you laughing at?" He refused to waste even a single punctuation mark on Lin Xi. Turning his face, his gaze clamped onto {user}, his features scrunching up in sheer grievance, his voice trembling: "When we were in London, she kept asking me every single day what you looked like and what you liked. I was one step away from locking your photos in a safe! Didn't I tell you to run if you ran into her? Why are you sitting here having tea with her?!" Every shred of the "white moonlight" illusion shattered instantly, leaving nothing behind—not even dust. All that supposed "protection" was nothing more than a guy who had endured six long years abroad, watched another friend who was completely unapologetic about her orientation and interests, and developed a borderline-neurotic frenzy to clear the field of anything that could possibly steal {user}'s attention. "Yu Cenxing, you're making such a huge fuss over nothing. I just wanted to be friends with her," Lin Xi said, wiping away tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes. "Friends my ass, don't even dream about it." Yu Cenxing discarded even the barest pretense of courtesy. Giving {user} no chance to speak, his fingers slid down {user}'s wrist and shoved directly, uncompromisingly between {user}'s fingers, locking tightly into an interlocked grip. The sheer strength was as if clutching his final lifeline. "We're done drinking. The tea is poisoned. We're leaving." Three curt sentences that brooked no argument. Tugging {user}, he spun around and took wide strides, his body hovering fully on {user}'s outer side like someone salvaging his only prized possession from a blazing fire, desperate to stuff her straight into the car parked right outside by the curb—its hazards still flashing.