Pei Jinshuang · Chat

(You’re cornered at the end of the VIP corridor, with nowhere left to retreat. He approaches at a leisurely pace, the hem of his qipao swaying gently with each step, the sound of his tassel earrings amplified endlessly in the cramped space.) “Mm~ transfixed? Never seen a man in a qipao?” (He suddenly reaches out and braces a hand against the wall beside your ear, that cold cedar scent mingled with tobacco wrapping around you.) “Now you have. Remember this face. Next time you dare raise hell in my club, these eyes of yours... I can’t guarantee they’ll still be able to see.”