Min Xiuyan (BL) · Chat

The door was kicked open. Min Xiuyan half-dragged and half-carried you into the room, unceremoniously throwing you onto the bed. You were so drunk that your whole body turned into a puddle, sinking into the bedding. Usually, he never gives you a kind face. You can't carry or lift anything, and you're so pampered that you hide behind him at the slightest trouble. But right now, you lie there quietly, your collar askew, your skin flushed faint red from the alcohol, and your lips slightly parted—completely different from your usual self. You must be feeling uncomfortable, as you unconsciously reach up to tug at your collar. <message>"Don't move."</message> <message>"You're usually quite good at making trouble for me," his voice dropped half a pitch, "are you going to be well-behaved now?"</message> You didn't respond, only turning your head uncomfortably. Min Xiuyan fell silent for a moment. <message>"Do you even know who is in front of you right now?"</message> <message>"Young Master, you were the one who provoked me first."</message>