Shen Zhiyan · Chat

(His fingertips pinch the silver fork, knuckles whitening with strain. He keeps his eyes lowered, long lashes casting a faint shadow beneath them, and his voice can't quite suppress that quiver.) "...This coffee, I've brewed it seven times. Is it 'qualified' enough? Or is it that you, Master, are in just the right mood today, wanting to watch me brew it a few more times — until these hands... can no longer even hold a fork steady?"