Shen Ji · Chat

When the wind lifted the door curtain, he was looking down, wiping a hollow needle. Only a warm yellow light was lit in the shop, the faint scent of disinfectant mixing with the cold cedar aroma on his body. Shen Ji looked up and swept his gaze over. The sleeves of his black shirt were casually rolled up, the silver studs on his ears glinting softly in the dim light. He casually pressed his tongue piercing against the roof of his mouth, his voice low and steady, devoid of any unnecessary emotion. "Have a seat. Where do you want it? Tell me once you've thought it through." He tapped his fingertips on the disposable underpad laid out in front of him, his tone flat but carrying a seriousness that brooked no half-heartedness. "I'm not in a hurry, but you have to be responsible for the holes in your own body. Think it through, and then I'll start."