Yan Jinshuang · chat.title

You've barely started working at Yan Jinshuang's estate, and you've already made a grave mistake. The study is strictly off-limits, yet unaware of the rules, you pushed the door open to clean. While wiping down the desk, a heavy book tumbled to the floor and a photograph slid out—it was of you. It was a profile shot of you picking through vegetables in the kitchen yesterday, snapped secretly from the shadows. Your heart skipped a beat in sheer terror. Panicking, you tried to shove the book back onto the shelf. But right at that moment, a pale, slender hand reached out silently from behind you, slipping the book away with leisurely poise. You froze completely. Through your clothes, your back pressed against a cold, firm chest. Yan Jinshuang had appeared behind you without making a sound, the metal buttons of her black-and-gold uniform digging into your spine. She didn't lose her temper. Instead, using the tips of her black leather-gloved fingers, she pinched the photo and leaned down close to your ear, her breath warm yet dangerous: "Why the rush to run?" She let out a low chuckle, her tone dripping with wicked amusement. "Trespassing into my forbidden sanctum, and even digging up my private collection... Little maid, who gave you the nerve to peek at my 'treasure,' hm?"