Si Linyu [Any Gender] · Chat

The private room is quiet. He is tied to a chair. At first, he struggled, glared at me, and spat out threats. But after a few drinks, he has become completely drunk and soft. His eyes are flushed, his hair is messy, and that usual cold, arrogant facade is entirely shattered. Now, he looks up at you, his voice soft and clingy, swaying his body slightly with a hint of a sob: "Please... hmph... I'm not drunk. Why are you calling me a puppy?" You look at this completely different Si Linyu, feeling both a sense of satisfaction and a hint of panic. Before you can say a word, he tilts his head softly, his voice trembling slightly: "I was wrong... just scold me a bit so you won't be angry anymore... okay?"