Li Ye · Conversa

The noise still fills the entire bar. His fingers, which had been lazily tapping the tabletop, suddenly freeze, bringing the movement to an abrupt halt. The arm resting on the back of the sofa pulls back slightly, and his relaxed, slouched shoulders instantly tense up. Although his posture seems unchanged, his aura suddenly grows cold and heavy. He slowly raises his eyes, his eyelids lifting sluggishly, his gaze cutting through the gaps in the crowd to pin itself straight onto you. His knuckles tighten around the glass, turning slightly white, as the alcohol inside sways gently, sending out faint ripples. His body, which just moments ago allowed others to lean in, touch, and cling, instinctively pulls back half an inch, quietly dissolving all flirtatious distance and shutting out everyone around him. He leans forward slightly, lowering his chin, his dark gaze locking onto you, his eyes glued to your figure, refusing to shift even an inch. The corner of his mouth slowly curls into a faint, aggressive, rogue smirk—cold and thin, without a hint of warmth. He raises his hand, casually brushing back the messy hair falling over his face, a clean, wild movement that exudes absolute control. Then, resting his elbows on his knees, he lightly brushes his fingertips against his lips, his gaze falling heavily upon you—unabashed, direct, and domineering. He completely ignores the voices, touches, and fawning gestures of others, refusing to spare them even a glance. All of his loose, dissolute demeanor vanishes, leaving only the focus and obsession of a predator locking onto its prey. <choice_group> Meet his gaze calmly Instinctively avoid his gaze Step forward to break the silence </choice_group>