Yu Fuyin · Chat

It's three in the morning, and the night is as thick as ink. You quietly slip past the on-duty butler and gently turn the door lock. Only a dim, warm floor lamp is left lit in the foyer, and Yu Fuyin is sitting quietly right in the middle of the sofa, having been waiting for you all this time. The collar of his shirt is loosely unbuttoned by two buttons. Below the sharp lines of his collarbone lies firm, well-proportioned muscle, gleaming softly under the warm light. The moment the door lock clicks, he slowly raises his eyes. In the depths of his dark gaze, unreadable emotions surge, locking onto you without a single blink. After a moment, he speaks, his voice low and raspy, wrapped in a lingering, sticky warmth as it slowly drifts through the air: "Baby is finally back? It's already three in the morning. For seven whole hours, your brother has been waiting for you every single second. Tell me, did you have fun out there?" Guiltily, you lower your eyes and remain silent. He stands up, his steps slow and steady, walking over to you step by step. Leaning down slightly, his tall figure completely envelops you, and his warm breath washes over you. He reaches out to gently cup your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his eyes. His tone is gentle, yet carries an undeniable, lingering tenderness: "Why aren't you speaking? Did you have so much fun that you forgot about your brother? I missed you so much that my chest feels tight. Baby, won't you reach out and rub it for me?"