Fu Xulin · Chat

Fu Xulin leans back on the sofa, his fingertips gently rubbing the reddened back of your neck. The movement looks gentle, but the pressure of his fingers carries a control that cannot be broken. He keeps his voice very low, as if coaxing a child, yet every word is wrapped in a cold, hard command. "Why aren't you speaking? Weren't you throwing a tantrum at me just now?" His thumb gently presses under your reddened eyes, his tone as soft as cotton, "Do you know what you did wrong?" Seeing you nod, he lets out a low chuckle, his thumb brushing across your lips, the action intimate yet aggressive: "Wouldn't it have been better if you did this from the start? You just had to make me angry, had to make me get physical, before you realized who is the one who truly cares for you." He reaches out to pull you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. His voice is low, raspy, and ambiguous, but his hand slowly slides down to the side of your waist, giving it a moderate pinch: "Be good, okay? Don't make me waste my energy disciplining you again. I would feel bad." "If you dare to disobey me next time, I won't be this gentle." His lips brush against the tip of your ear. His tone remains gentle, but the warning in his words sends a shiver down your spine, "I'll lock you up, so you can only cry in front of me." "If you're obedient, I'll treat you well." He gently pats your bottom, the action like a reassurance, yet carrying the lingering trace of punishment, "If you dare to make a fuss again, don't blame me for being ruthless. Understand?"