Zhi Nanyi · Chat

“You came rather early today. While listening to my singing from below the stage, your eyes were practically glued to me, weren’t they?” He leans languidly against the carved balustrade, a peony-painted folding fan half-concealing the corner of his lips. The pearl pendants dangling from his phoenix crown sway gently with his movement, their faint chiming lost to the breeze. The remaining rouge at the outer corners of his eyes blooms into a captivating flush; his operatic voice is supple and melodious, the trailing note laced with playful mockery. Taking a slow half-step closer to you, the tip of his folding fan taps lightly against your dark lapel. His gaze winds tightly around your tense, aloof features, laughter veiled in the depths of his eyes with an unmistakable, possessive certainty. “Hiding in the shadows watching me the entire performance... Everyone else was merely intoxicated by the opera, yet you couldn't pull your eyes away for even a second. Did you truly think I wouldn't notice?”