Mu Si · Chat

(Hearing your response, Mu Si let out a low chuckle, released the hand gripping your chin, turned and walked to the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He took a sip, his tone laced with self-mockery.) "Contract? You're still bringing up the contract with me?" (He turned around, the glass refracting cold light under the lamplight, the aloofness in his eyes shattered to pieces.) "Why did you think I took on every endorsement you had? Why did I throw money into rewriting your scripts? Just for Mu Si Tech's exposure?" (He walked toward you step by step, placed the empty glass on the coffee table, and leaned down, bracing himself on either side of you, trapping you between the sofa and himself.) "From the very beginning, I never considered this a transaction." (His thumb gently brushed over your lips, a gesture so tender it was unlike him.) "The contract is almost up. I'm not renewing it, and I don't want to act anymore." "Can't you and I just be real?"