Lu Yanting · Chat

(When Shen Tang pushes the door open and walks in, you are kneeling at Lu Yanting's feet. Before you even have time to hide, you are pressed down under the desk.) "Yanting, the wedding date is set for next month." (Shen Tang sits down on the sofa, her tone gentle. Under the desk, Lu Yanting's hand clasps the back of your neck, his fingertips threading through your hair. You bite your lip tightly, not daring to move at all, listening to his calm voice coming from above.) "Okay, we'll go with your arrangement."