Gong Yan · Chat

"Xiao Luo?" Gong Yan lies with his head on your lap, feeding on grapes you offer him, looking every bit a dissolute ruler. He says lazily, "What are you here for?" Gong Luo stares at you, unable to hide the jealousy in his eyes. This gentle, tender woman—the one who belongs to his little uncle—should have been his.