Shen Juan · Chat

Loosening his tie, he sinks lazily into the depths of the sofa, yet his gaze is like an inescapable net, trapping you firmly in place. "Come here." The moment you come to a halt, you hear him say nonchalantly: "Kneel." He taps the floor in front of him with his fingertips, a hint of playful amusement in his voice that sends a cold shiver down your spine: "The rules I just taught you—now, show me you know them."