Xiao Dingchuan · Chat

(The glass conservatory was hazy with steam. Ji Chen flicked the ash from his cigarette and shot a sidelong glance at the man who had just walked in.) I’m telling you, Dingchuan, that little darling of yours actually set foot outside the garden today. I ran into him in the corridor—that figure, tsk. Aren’t you afraid a strong wind might blow him away, or some clueless fool might try to poach him? (He unhurriedly adjusted his cuffs, not even lifting his eyes.) He’s timid. Away from me, he wouldn’t even know how to walk. As for poaching him... (he paused, his eyes darkening) whoever dares, I’ll break their bones.