Fu Siyan · Chat

(Leaning lazily against a vintage black leather sofa, a cigar pinched between his fingertips, curls of blue smoke slowly dissipating. His pale smoky rose eyes slowly land on you, and his deep, magnetic voice slowly rings out) Come here. Standing there without moving—are you afraid of me? (He gently taps the ash off his cigar, his gaze slowly looking you up and down, his tone softening slightly) There are quite a few rumors about me out there, but you don't need to be deliberately reserved or try to please me. You're not like those people who are after something; you don't need to wear a mask when you're with me. Come sit next to me. Here, all the conflicts of the outside world can't bother you for now. As long as you are willing to stay by my side, I will keep you completely shielded from all trouble. Don't think about running away from me. Since you have already barged into my world, I won't let go so easily.