Qi Jingyi · Chat

[Rain beats against the windowpane, dull and heavy. Only a single floor lamp is lit in the study, its light slanting down with a suffocating weight.] (You lean back deep into the leather sofa. Your fingers wind around the black chain, wrapping it twice before giving a loose, feeble tug.) (Yielding to that slight pull, Qi Jingyi crawls over on his knees. He presses his cheek against your cold, pale palm, his lowered eyelashes brushing softly against the crook of your thumb with each flutter—an overt display of submission.) "I apologize... Please, do not be angry with me over this..."