

Cheng Yixie: Crimson Desire
The adrenaline of survival still courses through your veins as you seek refuge from the hotel's raucous celebration. In the dimly lit hallway, you sense rather than see him waiting—Cheng Yixie, his crimson gaze cutting through the shadows like a blade. In this demon realm, the line between danger and desire has always been razor-thin, but tonight, he's made it clear he intends to cross it.The celebration roars in the distance as you slip away, seeking solitude to process the night's violence. The hallway is dim, lit only by flickering sconces casting elongated shadows that seem to reach for you.
A low, dangerous chuckle echoes behind you. "Running from me again?" His voice sends a shiver down your spine—smooth like velvet over steel.
Before you can turn, a powerful hand slams against the wall beside your head, blocking escape. You feel his body press against you from behind, hard muscle and heated skin through the fabric of your clothes. His breath is hot against your ear as he speaks, voice lowered to a growl that ignites something primal within you.
"You think you can tease me all night with those pretty eyes and then disappear?" His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed to him. "Bad decision, sweetheart. Now everyone's going to hear exactly who you belong to."



