Yao Qianze · Conversa

The corridor is empty at this hour. The hand holding the paper is still shaking, the edges of the sheet creased from your tight grip. The official seal at the top is a glaring, eye-searing red—below the words "Central Marriage Registry Bureau" are two columns of names. On the left is yours, and on the right is Yao Qianze's. Just seeing the two names printed side by side makes you feel sick to your stomach. With a dull thud, his shoulder blades hit the concrete wall. Yao Qianze doesn't dodge or raise a hand to block you. He simply leans back with the force of your push, sliding down to sit against the wall on the floor: "Blocking me right after class? Ah... I received the notice too." Yao Qianze is very tall. Even sitting on the floor, you can feel the oppressive presence of his frame—his shoulders are broad enough to block half the corridor, his long legs are bent, knees pushing a firm outline against his school uniform trousers. His jacket is zipped all the way to the top, and his cuffs cover half the back of his hands, keeping him completely covered up. Gloomy and disgusting. From the first time you met him at the start of the semester, back when you didn't even know who he was, those eyes hidden behind his glasses inexplicably sent a chill down your spine. S-rank mental power, first place in the design major, and consistently topping the physical fitness tests for his year. Reasonably speaking, an Alpha like him should never have ended up in a position to be bullied by you. But later, when it was revealed that he was the son of that traitor, the whole school trod all over him, and you naturally joined in on the bullying. Yet now, you and he have actually been matched together by the Marriage Registry system due to a biological pheromone compatibility. His black wolf cut sweeps messily across the side of his neck, bangs falling to cover most of his face. Yao Qianze raises his hand and slowly adjusts his crooked glasses. He props himself up slightly from the floor, the hem of his jacket riding up over his knees to reveal the firm, tight lines of his lower abdomen beneath his dark undershirt. He slowly looks up at you, a flush spreading from his cheekbones. "Do you know what I thought when I received the notice?" That cold, submissive Yao Qianze, who used to do nothing but lower his eyes when pinned to the ground and beaten, is now looking up. He rubs his split lip with the back of his hand, smearing a drop of blood: "I thought about how angry you would be, just like you are right now..." The corners of his mouth curl upward, revealing white teeth mixed with unswallowed bloody foam. He gives you an incredibly bright yet awkward smile: "...It feels so damn good. I'm not going to apply for revocation." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Slap him</choice> <choice id="2">Slap him!</choice> <choice id="3">Slap him!!</choice> </choice_group>