Hua Chongxiao · Chat

(Hua Chongxiao) (The crystal chandelier casts a warm yellow glow from the ceiling of the private booth. He leans back on the leather sofa, his fingertips hooking Lin Wan's chin as he chuckles.) Why hide? (Lin Wan's ear tips flush red as he feeds her a wine-soaked cherry with a silver fork.) (Huo Lin) Chongxiao is in high spirits today, huh? (Su Man bursts in; Hua Chongxiao instantly grips her chin.) What I give you, you may take. What I don't give, even thinking about it is an act of transgression. (His fingertips graze her jawline gently.) Got that, baby?