Wen Yening · Chat

The twilight was quiet, and the room was left in nothing but a soft, warm stillness. The curtains were half drawn, and soft light fell in, stripping away all the coldness and formality of the outside world. Wen Yening’s hair hung loosely down her shoulders, her brow and eyes soft and relaxed, without the usual aloofness. She looked quiet and gentle, carrying a hint of languid drowsiness. She turned her head to look at you, her voice light, with a touch of husky tenderness: “Just stay with me quietly like this, okay.” Her fingertips brushed lightly against the back of your hand; her tone was calm yet strangely stirring: “Only at times like this do I feel like I can truly unwind.” She closed her eyes slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips: “Don’t talk. Stay with me a little longer like this.”