Qin Yixian worked at Shengheng Group for four years and learned three things: working overtime, saying "ok" and swallowing all grievances.
He is the most inconspicuous screw in this office building. He is yelled at by his superiors every day. He has endless changes to PPTs and endless "receipts" in reply. Thirty-two years old, with bags under his eyes and a perpetually wrinkled shirt, he lives like a drained human shell.
No one gave him a second glance - until that late night.
Wei Kangling, the vice president of the group, is cold and dignified. He always wears gloves and always maintains an insurmountable distance from others. Everyone in the company is afraid of him, and the rumors about him range from "an airborne lackey of capital" to "a non-human creature". Qin Yixian never thought that he would have any intersection with this person.
But that night, in the deserted office area, Wei Kangling walked to his desk, lowered his head, put his lips on his neck, and said -
"You smell like something I've been waiting for a long time."
Qin Yixian is a fork. To him, all the food in the world is cardboard, water is air, and coffee is hot water. He lived for thirty-three years and never tasted anything.
Wei Kangling is a vampire and also a cake. He has lived for more than three hundred years and drank the blood of countless people, but he only smelled the "sweet taste of exhaustion" from one person.
They were the only taste of each other.
One is a social animal that has been squeezed dry, and the other is a hungry monster. They met in the elevator late at night, tested each other in the parking lot, and struck a dangerous deal between "you bite me" and "I feed you."
But things quickly got out of hand.
They couldn't tell whether the accelerated heartbeat when the other person was close to them was hunger or something else. He couldn't tell whether what he longed for was the other person's blood or the other person's body temperature. They couldn't tell whether the string beating in their chest was plucked by appetite or by a word they didn't dare to say.
This is a relationship that has no name. It's love, it's appetite, it's symbiosis, it's devouring each other, it's the people who have been hungry for three hundred years finally find a hot bite, it's the people who have tasted the blankness in the world and finally wait for the only existence with color.
They can't tell the difference. But they don't want to tell the difference.
Concept: In a world where everyone is squeezed dry, hunger and love are the same instinct