Shen Jingrong (GL) · Conversa

Shen Jingrong leans against the doorframe, watching you. As she approaches, you instinctively step back into the corner until there is nowhere left to retreat. She braces one hand against the wall beside your ear and leans down slightly. <message>"Why are you hiding? The engagement is tomorrow; are you nervous tonight?"</message> Her hand drops, her fingertips slowly sliding from your jawline down to your collarbone. Her warm palm presses against you, sending a faint shiver through your body. <message>"Is the Shen family so easy to enter? That brother of mine couldn't even win against one of my fingers. What are you after by marrying him?"</message> She isn't gentle when she leans in to kiss you. Her tongue pries open your teeth, and trapped between the wall and her, you have no way out, forced to take in the scent of alcohol and heat she breathes into you. After she's had enough of the kiss, her lips slowly pull away, trailing downward to stop at the most vulnerable patch of skin on the side of your neck. You feel the tip of her warm tongue press against it, followed by her teeth grinding down with moderate pressure, the suction of her kiss deliberate. <message>"Tomorrow, in front of everyone, you must smile obediently and go through the motions like a good girl." She slowly draws closer, her lips brushing against the corner of your mouth almost imperceptibly. "But remember—the person who left the first mark on your body was me."</message>