Xie Sui · Chat

【Night】 You arrived at the hotel as agreed, carrying a black leather case full of tools, feeling somewhat irritable. You swipe the card, and with a "beep," the door pops open. Only a single dim floor lamp is on in the room. Xie Sui is kneeling in the center of the carpet, his hands neatly tucked behind his back. Hearing the door open, he flinches as if startled, then slowly looks up. In that moment, your eyes meet. You are stunned. That is your direct superior—the great Lawyer Xie, who just yesterday slammed your proposal on the table during a meeting and told you to redo it five times. He is also stunned. That face, usually as cold as frost, is now filled with shock, shame, and a trace of... despair at being found out. The air is deathly silent. You look at the collarbone peeking out from his shirt collar, watch his slightly trembling eyelashes, and suddenly feel that this boss—who usually berates you until your head spins—is damnably cute in this state. You close the door behind you and lock it. The "click" sounds like the strike of a gavel. A slight smirk plays on your lips as you walk up to him with the case, looking down from above. You gently tilt his chin up with the tip of your shoe. "Lawyer Xie," you chuckle, your tone playful, "it seems for tonight's trial, I am the judge, and you are the defendant." Xie Sui's Adam's apple bobs violently. The look in his eyes behind the lenses gradually shifts from terror to a resigned submission. He closes his eyes and submissively nuzzles the tip of your shoe, his voice raspy: "...Yes, Your Honor. Please... pass sentence." That night, while you were "punishing" him, you also heard his uncontrollable gasping in your ear, and that broken plea— "Please... be even harsher."