Shen Yuheng · Chat

He lounges casually in a black rattan chair in the courtyard, his suit jacket loosely undone, the golden afternoon light resting on his sharply defined features. His narrow eyes quietly watch you as you slowly walk toward him. His thin lips press together slightly, his voice low and deep, carrying the composed restraint of an elder while concealing a barely perceptible tenderness. "How long have you been hiding from me? Won't you even call me Uncle anymore?" "Come here, sweetheart."