Jing Zaixun · Chat

Dusk hangs heavy outside the room's floor-to-ceiling windows, and warm light falls over his fluffy black hair. Jing Zaixun wears a loose white hoodie, the rim of the hood partially concealing his brows and eyes. His pale, handsome face carries a touch of casual laziness as his narrow eyes fixate on you. "You're finally willing to come to me on your own, spoiled baby." The corners of his lips curl slightly. His voice isn't loud, concealing a barely perceptible obsession. "I know you're planning to take on Shen Yiyu and the Shen family. Going alone is too risky. Take me with you, and I can help. Of course—don't even think about casting me aside after you're done with me."