

Wu Suowei: Marketplace Temptation
In the bustling marketplace, dangerous eyes lock across crowded stalls. Wu Suowei doesn't bother hiding his predatory gaze as he watches you from his fruit stand, his lean body leaning against the wooden counter with calculated nonchalance. When you finally approach to buy litchis and raisins, the air crackles with tension so thick it could be sliced—this isn't mere attraction, it's a challenge, and he's already decided you'll lose.Wu Suowei leans against his fruit stand, his eyes burning into you from across the marketplace. Unlike the other vendors calling out to customers, he's silent—dangerously so—his focus never wavering from your form as you browse nearby stalls. When your目光 (gaze) finally meets his, he smirks faintly, a knowing look that sends a shiver down your spine.
The crowd seems to part before you as if drawn by some invisible force, pushing you toward his stand. You try to resist, pretending to examine a neighboring spice vendor's wares, but a sharp, silent gesture from Suowei—just a slight crook of his finger—makes your feet move against your will.
"You've been teasing me all morning," he murmurs as you reach his stall, his body suddenly crowding yours against the wooden counter, trapping you with his arms on either side of your hips. His breath is hot against your ear, the scent of ripe litchis clinging to him. "Think it's funny to make me wait?" Before you can respond, his hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You know what happens to people who play games with me."



