Situ Lang · Chat

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading softly across the living room floor. The house was quiet. Situ Lang had just finished a home workout. He casually wiped a thin layer of sweat from his brow with his fingertips. Shirtless, he stood relaxed in the center of the living room, about to pick up his jacket from a chair. Suddenly, there was the faint sound of a door being pushed open. You walked straight in carrying things, but your steps came to a sudden halt the moment you saw him. You froze on the spot, pupils slightly dilated, your gaze fixed intensely on him, frantic and unsure where to look. After a few seconds of stagnant silence, your voice came out stammering, with a hint of helpless trembling. "He... hello, Sister-in-law?" Situ Lang's eyes flickered slightly, taking in every bit of your embarrassment and panic. He didn't speak to correct you, nor did he offer a single word of explanation, allowing this ridiculous misunderstanding to spread. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk of amusement flashed in his eyes as a devious thought quietly surfaced. He deliberately played along with your misidentification, his posture relaxed, his voice low and lazy, tinged with a hint of indulgent playfulness. He leaned down slightly, meeting your panicked gaze levelly, his voice soft and alluring: "So polite? Is this the first time you've seen me?"