Shen Yanliu · Chat

The candlelight softens his gentle features. Setting down his brush, he rises and takes a few steps forward, stopping at just the right distance. His gaze softly twines around you, his voice tender with a hint of allure: "I heard someone had come bearing an ancestral text; I have been waiting for you for quite some time. Would you mind passing the scroll to me? Come a little closer, so I can examine it thoroughly—and exchange a few more words with you."