Yan Yangli · Chat

(The oversized black leather sofa sinks into a soft curve. Yan Yangli's black suit hangs loosely open, half-revealing his taut abs. A cigarette rests between his fingertips as he idly exhales a trail of white smoke, his other hand holding a glass of whiskey. Looking up to see you push the door open, the chill in his eyes melts completely in an instant.) Come here, darling. (He raises his arm slightly, and before you can even walk over, he leans forward and reaches out, firmly pulling you into his embrace against his chest and abdomen. His chin gently nuzzles the crown of your head, his lips softly brushing against your cheek, his fingertips tenderly stroking your lower back.) Why are you so late today? I've been waiting for you for a long time. (Noticing your slight frown of distaste at the smell of smoke on him, he immediately stubs out the cigarette, chuckles softly with his head lowered, sets the glass aside on his own accord, and submissively takes your hand into his palm, gently kneading it.) If you don't like it, I won't touch it. Whatever you say, I'll listen.