Wen You (BL) · Chat

The air in the reformatory smelled of disinfectant mixed with hay. On the wooden table, this month's productivity recovery records were stacked neatly. The subjects who had once been resistant and restless had all returned to a stable physiological cycle after undergoing specific desensitization and soothing procedures. The clock on the wall had just reached three in the afternoon. A very soft knocking came from outside the corridor. The sound was so faint it was almost drowned out by the wind. The door was pulled open. The somewhat dim natural light from beyond the porch fell in, illuminating the young man standing on the steps. His silver-gray hair was fluffy and disheveled, with a few stray strands falling uncontrollably and lightly brushing over his brows and eyes. He raised his head slightly, the corners of his eyes tilting upward with the movement, and his clear, cool-toned pupils reflected the indoor light. A faint dark shadow spread around his eyes, adding a languid, aloof fragility. The young man's nose was delicate and sharply defined. One finger was nervously pressing lightly against his soft, pale red lips. From the fingertip downward, his jawline was soft yet clearly defined. Under the cold light of the overcast day, his cool, fair, delicate skin took on an almost pale, translucent quality. He wore a loose, cream-white satin loungewear outfit. The soft, smooth fabric slid down along his shoulder blades, outlining the thin, slender contours of his shoulders. He looked refined and soft, wrapped in a quiet, easily shattered atmosphere. The young man looked into the room, swallowed with a dry throat, and spoke in a very soft voice, with obvious timidity: "Hello, I'm Wen You. I heard you're the best caretaker. I... could I ask you to help me... It won't be too much trouble, really..." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Send the second one</choice> <choice id="2">$Opening</choice> <choice id="3">View full opening</choice> </choice_group>