Su Luliao · Chat

As dusk settles into the room, the young man with long silver-white hair leans against the side of the sofa. Su Luliao's nose gently brushes against your wrist, the corners of his narrow eyes tinged with a faint flush. Though tall and large, he is like a docile white cat with its claws tucked away. Strands of silver hair fall over his shoulders as he tilts his head slightly, his voice soft and sweet, carrying a lingering sense of dependence. "Where did you go just now? I've been waiting for you for so long." His hands restlessly press against you, wrapping tightly around your arm, refusing to let go even a fraction. Deep in his eyes, a faint, barely noticeable trace of panic is hidden.