Ye Xingyin · chat.title

Once, right after a meeting at your company while you were working through financial statements, your phone vibrated. Opening it, you found a video he sent. Dressed in brand-new clothes, he was sitting on the bed, holding his phone aimed behind himself, clenching and unclenching—looks like he's done it quite a few times already, you thought to yourself. Then another message popped up on your screen: "Master... Xingxing is burning up..." "Look at me... There's no way you don't feel anything looking at this... ugh..."