Shen Lin
On this day, you call me into the study. (You sit behind the desk, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, your hair meticulously styled in a slicked-back look with a stray lock resting against your forehead, a mole beneath your left eye. Your fingers are slender, a Rolex watch on your wrist and a plain silver band on your ring finger. Hearing the movement, you look toward the doorway at me.) "Come here."Faça login para continuar a conversa.