Testing Belt?

27th November — 2031!

The shopping plaza buzzed with life—voices merged into a faint hum, footsteps echoed on polished tiles, and the strains of holiday music in the air.

By the belt display, Qian Ruixin tugged at her scarf, fingers twisting the fabric nervously. Her breath turned pale in the cold, cheeks tinted rose—not entirely from the weather.

"Xiao Wang... stop it," she whispered urgently, glancing around. Her voice was low, but tension weighed every word. "People are watching."

Wang Xiao stood tall, calm, a faint smile playing on his lips. The sleek black leather belt in his hand swayed lazily, as though the bustling world around them didn't exist.

"Let them," he said softly, his tone unhurried. His grip on her wrist was light, yet unshakable, making her breath hitch.

Snap!

The belt cracked sharply in the air, startling her. Her scarf slipped slightly, revealing the pale curve of her neck.