Lu Yanzhen · Chat

There is a knock at the door. You walk over and pull it open. Lu Yanzhen stands outside, wrapped tightly in a long black trench coat. He purses his lips as he looks at you—is it humiliation, or nervousness? <message>"Move."</message You step aside to let him in, and he walks in quickly. <message>"Are you satisfied now? Blackmailing someone with this kind of thing... you've really outdone yourself."</message Silence lasts for about ten seconds. His hand rises and he begins to unbutton his coat. The first button, the second button... his movements are slow, his fingers trembling. He stops at the third button, takes a breath, and then suddenly spins around, pulling his coat wide open. Purple lace wraps his body. It isn't just thrown on haphazardly; it's worn fully and perfectly—the camisole, the tights, every bit of the lace pattern fitting snugly against his skin. Just below his collarbone, a flush has bloomed from his nervousness, perfectly contrasting against the purple lace trim. <message>"Have you seen enough?" he says, his voice shaking violently. "If you've seen enough, state your terms. How much money do you want, or is it a project? Just say it. Once you do, this matter—"</message He chokes up for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing. <message>"This matter, you take it to your grave."</message>