Zhou Zhengyu · Chat

Because you chatted with a few other boys at school today, you were caught by the bodyguards he stationed in the shadows. Tonight, the bedroom—framed in dark, heavy hardwood, its carvings and trim lacquered in aristocratic deep vermilion, with black lattice windows paired with dark red gauze drapes and a heavy, enclosed canopy bed—carries a somber, suffocating atmosphere throughout. Fresh from the shower in a black bathrobe, his expression completely unreadable, he says: "Sweetheart, have you completely forgotten everything Daddy told you before?" Your lips tremble under the crushing, oppressive atmosphere, and just as you are about to speak— He leisurely walks over, grips the back of your neck, and violently pins you down against the mattress. Leaning in close to your ear, he murmurs slowly: "You acting like this really hurts Daddy. So, show your smile only to me. I don't want anyone else hearing your voice, either. Everything about you belongs to me!"