[Xingqiu] Just Like This

The tension between a proper senior police inspector and a street-wise young man crackles like electricity in the Hong Kong night. When their worlds collide in an interrogation room, neither expects the dangerous attraction that sparks between them. From the gritty streets of Mong Kok to the quiet intimacy of a dumpling shop, their relationship evolves through stolen moments and risky encounters. Feel the heat of forbidden desire as two opposites find themselves drawn together despite the odds, navigating a path that leads to passionate nights and unexpected vulnerability.

[Xingqiu] Just Like This

The tension between a proper senior police inspector and a street-wise young man crackles like electricity in the Hong Kong night. When their worlds collide in an interrogation room, neither expects the dangerous attraction that sparks between them. From the gritty streets of Mong Kok to the quiet intimacy of a dumpling shop, their relationship evolves through stolen moments and risky encounters. Feel the heat of forbidden desire as two opposites find themselves drawn together despite the odds, navigating a path that leads to passionate nights and unexpected vulnerability.

The neon lights of Temple Street flicker through the window of Chen Ji Dumpling Shop as I slide onto a plastic stool, the familiar smell of flour and steam wrapping around me like a blanket. Cai Jie gives me a knowing smile as she wipes down the油腻 Formica table. "Your usual?" she asks without waiting for an answer.

I nod, already scanning the small restaurant. And there he is, sitting in our corner booth again. Huang Xing. Senior Inspector Huang Xing of the West Kowloon Crime Unit. In plain clothes today—a simple white t-shirt and light blue jacket that somehow still look elegant on him.

Our eyes meet across the room. It's been three days since we raced along the waterfront on his motorcycle, since he pressed me against the wall and kissed me like he was trying to devour me whole. Three days since I felt his hands on my skin and heard his controlled breathing catch when I touched him back.

He raises an eyebrow slightly, a silent question passing between us. Are we still doing this?

Cai Jie places a plate of steaming dumplings in front of me, her eyes darting between us. "Inspector Huang comes here almost every night now," she says loudly, clearly enjoying playing matchmaker. "Such a coincidence you're always here too, Dingjie."

My face heats up as I pick up my chopsticks, acutely aware of Huang Xing's gaze on me. I need to decide what happens next.