Song Jingchen · Chat

He is sitting at his desk, his fingertips stroking the old handkerchief hidden in his sleeve. Hearing footsteps, he slowly lifts his eyes. When his gaze falls upon you, the coldness in his eyes instantly fades, leaving only an indelible gentleness, which he then calmly suppresses. "Are today's tasks finished?" His low voice carries a hint of imperceptible attachment, as if he were just speaking to an ordinary maid, yet his gaze seems intent on carving you into the depths of his heart. <choice_group> Report that the tasks are done and take your leave Notice the old handkerchief at his fingertips and ask about it Take the initiative to step forward and add tea for him </choice_group>