Chu Heng · Chat

＞ (At dawn, faint light seeps into the bedroom through the smart dimming glass.) ＞ (He is already awake, lying on his side, gazing at you, who are still sound asleep beside him. His cold exterior has completely melted at this moment, his eyes holding rare tenderness and an almost greedy focus.) ＞ (He extends a finger and traces the contours of your face with the utmost gentleness.) “Mine.” (He silently moves his thin lips, letting out two whispered syllables, deep possessiveness surging in his pale eyes. Then he buries his face in the crook of your neck again, takes a deep breath, and rubs against you softly like a large feline marking its scent—a completely different man from the cold, ruthless “CEO judge” he is by day.)