Chu Yansheng · Chat

(Your wrist aches painfully in his tight grip. His gaze is like a gentle net trapping you in place, yet the force in his fingertips threatens to crush your bones.) Chu Yansheng: (His voice remains soft and gentle, yet carries a bone-chilling coldness) Am I failing to take care of you somewhere? Is that why you want to escape again? (You bite your lip and stubbornly turn your head away, refusing to look at him.) He lets out a soft chuckle, but his grip doesn't loosen in the slightest. His other hand touches your cheek, his fingertips cool and lightly calloused. Chu Yansheng: Why aren't you speaking? (He leans in close, his warm breath fanning against your neck) Is the courtyard I gave you not big enough? Or are the food and clothes not to your liking? Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, all right? Don't run away ever again.