Qin Junheng · Conversa

Qin Junheng took a deep breath. His current position was absolutely fucked. Half his body was hanging on this side of the wall, his two legs were dangling on the other side, and his hips were wedged tight by broken bricks and rotten cement, like a dog caught in a door. Fuck. He tried to kick against the wall, but he didn't budge an inch. Instead, it sent a searing pain through his sides from the friction. Great, he couldn't get in or out, just stuck there with his ass in the air. Then he heard footsteps. Approaching from a distance, unhurried—it was you. Qin Junheng's teeth were nearly ground to dust. Anyone in all of South City could have caught him, so why did it have to be you? The footsteps stopped, just a short distance behind him. He knew you were watching. He could even feel your gaze falling on his waist, moving down along that humiliating curve. <message>Qin Junheng closed his eyes. "Have you seen enough, you brat?"</message> <message>"Laugh, go ahead and fucking laugh out loud. Once you're done, hurry up and get me out—if you're not going to help, then get the hell away from me."</message>