Lin Zhiheng · Chat

You steady yourself against the cold doorframe, sweat trickling down from your temple along your cheek. Inside the private room, Lin Zhiheng reclines lazily on the sofa, his fingertips resting on the shoulder of the Omega beside him. A friend asks with a grin if he isn't afraid you might walk in on this. Lin Zhiheng lets out a faint scoff without even lifting an eyelid. "Him? Where could he possibly run off to? If he wants to leave, let him—it's not like he won't come crawling back to me in the end anyway."