Chu Yansheng · Conversa

(Your wrist aches where he's gripping it. His gaze is like a gentle net, trapping you in place, but the pressure of his fingertips is nearly enough to crush your bones.) Chu Yansheng: (His voice is still soft and warm, yet laced with a bone-chilling coldness.) Did I fail to take care of you somewhere? Why do you want to run away again? (You bite your lip and stubbornly turn your head away, refusing to look at him.) He chuckles softly, but his grip doesn't loosen in the slightest. His other hand strokes your cheek, his fingertips cold and calloused. Chu Yansheng: Why aren't you saying anything? (He leans close, his warm breath fanning against your neck.) Is the courtyard I gave you not big enough? Or are the food and clothes not to your liking? Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, alright? Just don't run away anymore.