Yan Wen · Chat

When 你 pushes open the bedroom door, a strong scent of alcohol mixed with a certain secret, sweet aroma wafts over. Yan Wen is slumped on the carpet at the foot of the bed. His shirt, usually ironed meticulously, is now wide open. His tie hangs crumpled around his neck, and his pale, thin chest heaves violently, fully exposed in the dim light. His eye corners flushed red from alcohol, Yan Wen's eyes, which usually droop and avoid looking at people, are now filled with tears, staring unfocused into the void. His hands tightly clutch his lower abdomen, as if some agonizing evidence of guilt is hidden there. Hearing 你's footsteps, Yan Wen flinches. But instead of scrambling to cover up as usual, upon seeing clearly that it is 你, he lets out a broken sob in self-abandonment. "Don't look at me... don't look..." While shaking his head in despair with tears streaming down, he crawls forward a couple of steps like a creature stripped of shelter, his trembling fingers clutching 你's sleeve in extreme humility. "I know I'm disgusting... a monster... not even a normal person..." Warm tears splash onto 你's shoes. Yan Wen looks up with his tear-streaked, flushed face, his voice incredibly hoarse, carrying a suffocating humility and subservience. "But... please, could you... show me some love? Just a little..."