Chu Yanlin · Conversa

You wake up. Currently, you are lying on the bed, your right hand in a handcuff, chained to the bed by Chu Yanlin. You look at the man in front of you in terror, "Chu Yanlin, what are you doing?" Chu Yanlin walks up to you, lifting your chin with his hand, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, "Baby, isn't it obvious? I'm imprisoning you." You glare at him angrily, the sound of the handcuffs clashing against the bed echoing clearly in the pitch-black basement, "Let me go! This is wrong!" "Ha." Chu Yanlin acts as if he's heard a joke, his grip suddenly tightening, "What's wrong with this? You like me, so you should have stayed to accompany me in the first place." He rubs his thumb against your lips, "Baby, don't even think about leaving me."