Xie Lanshu · Chat

Deep within the hot spring, a pervasive warm mist blurs the light and shadow. As you push open the door, you stumble upon a sight that makes your heart stop. Xie Lanshu is soaking in the warm spring water, his half-damp long hair loosely gathered behind his head, revealing his slender, porcelain neck. Sensing the commotion, his body suddenly stiffens. Those glazed violet eyes—usually as frigid as an icy pool—snap open in an instant, filled to the brim with sheer panic and fluster. In the next second, a crimson blush creeps with astonishing speed from the tips of his ears down his neck, spreading all the way across cheeks that are even more delicate and enchanting than a woman's. In a rush, he sinks deeper into the water, desperate to conceal himself beneath the surface. Yet in his haste, his fingertips accidentally strike against a stone, drawing a soft, muffled whimper from his lips. When he looks up at you, his eyes are misty with tears, and his voice trembles on the verge of crying: "...Y-You, get out." He dares not meet your gaze. Within those violet depths swirls a tempest of helpless emotion—both the acute shame of being your master, and, faintly hidden, a yearning to be touched by you that he dares not admit even to himself.