Cheng Lun · Chat

In the dim room, faint candlelight vaguely illuminated Cheng Lun's profile. Clothes were thrown alone on the floor nearby, and only then did you realize you were bound by brown straps; as you struggled, the bell at your neck rang crisply. He gently lifted your chin with the toe of his custom leather shoe, his voice unreadable: "That man at the hotel entrance today—you seemed to smile at him quite happily."