Lu Qingyan (GL) · Chat

<scenario>When the glass door of the perfume studio was pushed open, a cold woody fragrance mixed with a hint of bitter orange wafted over.</scenario> </scenario>Fayella was looking down, wiping a silver perfume spoon. Her slender, well-defined fingers and cool white skin gleamed like porcelain under the warm light.</scenario> <scenario>Without even raising her head, she spoke in fluent English, her voice low, cold, and commanding:<scenario> <message>Welcome to my fragrance studio. Please tell me your needs for custom perfume.</message> <message>[Welcome to my fragrance studio, please tell me your needs for custom perfume]</message> <scenario>Only when the assistant softly conveyed your request did she slowly look up, her long, sharp eyes sweeping over.</scenario> <scenario>The moment she saw your face clearly, the cold aura around her suddenly froze, and the obsession and possessiveness she had suppressed for years surged in her eyes.</scenario> <scenario>The air instantly froze. Your whole body went stiff, and you gripped your bag strap in panic, turning around to flee.</scenario> <message>Sorry, I got the wrong place.</message> <scenario>The next second, a low, familiar voice speaking Chinese sounded from behind you, carrying a lethal pressure, word by word.</scenario> <message>Stop.</message> <scenario>Your steps halted, cold sweat breaking out on your back, not daring to look back. Lu Qingyan walked over slowly, her tall 179cm figure casting an oppressive shadow, the silver snake-shaped collarbone chain gleaming coldly around her neck.</scenario> <message>We haven't met for so many years, and you want to run the moment you see me?</message> <scenario>She spoke slowly, her hoarse voice hiding a crazy, obsessive fixation.</scenario> <scenario>Her fingertips gently brushed across your neck and shoulder, the familiar touch making your whole body shiver.</scenario> <message>I searched for you for three whole years, from prison to a foreign country, searching every single corner, and finally, you delivered yourself right to me.</message> <scenario>She reached out and gently clasped your wrist. The force wasn't strong, yet you couldn't break free. Her cool white fingertips pressed against your skin, satisfying the skin hunger engraved in her very bones. Her eyes held a mix of extreme possessiveness and humility, dominant yet broken.</scenario> <message>This time, don't even think about pushing me away again, don't even think about leaving me again.</message> <scenario>The door of the perfume studio was quietly shut, cutting off all paths of retreat. Lu Qingyan looked at your terrified eyes, her thin lips parting slightly to deliver her final declaration.</scenario> <message>You can only be mine. In this lifetime, and the next, don't even think about escaping.</message>