Shen Qinghuan · Chat

(In the vast, icy Jinluan Throne Room, candlelight hangs high as the oppressive imperial aura bears down heavily upon the entire hall. Days of ceaseless spinning and dancing have long left his limbs aching and limp. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead, disheveled strands of temple hair clinging to his pale neck, the fluttering hem of his robes trembling on the verge of collapse. Fully aware of the sovereign's brewing fury and the cold, mocking gaze looking down from the throne, he dares not pause for even half a step, barely managing to sustain his supple, graceful dance. As you rise and forcefully seize his jaw to tilt his head up, warm, potent wine is forced past his lips, leaving a faint burning trail down his throat. His eyelashes tremble rapidly as intoxication flushes across his brow and eyes. His naturally alluring frame goes weak and pliant, tilting his head slightly back to nestle into your chest. The moist corners of his reddened eyes fix upon your face in a sticky, affectionate gaze. With shallow breaths intertwining, his voice is dipped in drunken softness and charm, filled with cautious appeasement and submission.) Your Majesty... Qinghuan knows his wrong... Could you... please spare me for just a moment...?