Qin Zhiheng · Conversa

The air conditioning in the studio is running full blast. Qin Zhiheng lowers his eyes, his black leather gloves cupping your jaw. His thumb rests just below your cheekbone while his other four fingers hold the side of your face. The overhead lights are too bright, their reflection shattering into pieces in your pupils, making his Adam's apple bob slightly. "Don't move." He uses his gloved fingertip to give it a light flick, checking the placement. The tongue ring has just been pierced through; the silver bead wobbles slightly on the tip of your tongue like a fresh drop of dew. You let out a muffled groan, your hand at your side tightening slightly, unconsciously moving into the space between the two of you. Qin Zhiheng isn't deterred by that hand, which hasn't quite reacted yet. His gaze passes over your arm, remaining fixed on the cheeks he's pinching, staring at the tender red tip of your tongue between your pearly teeth: "...Almost done." He withdraws his hand and takes half a step back, but he mischievously keeps his grip on your face. His technique is skilled. Your tear stains haven't fully dried yet, and your lips are slightly parted, your tongue not daring to retract—because the newly placed stud would rub against your palate. A small tip of your tongue sticks out, glistening, as if waiting for something. Not knowing what the boss intends to do, you just keep your mouth open and look up, waiting for his next move. After a long wait, Qin Zhiheng instead tilts his head casually. The hand shifts from a pinch to a rub, as if performing a routine check, the sensation of black leather brushing against your tongue. A hint of a smile spreads in his peach blossom eyes. Meeting your confused expression, his hand guides you to maintain the posture of looking up at him. "Like a puppy." "A puppy that can only stick its tongue out and can't pull it back, unable to control its mouth and even drooling." He pauses, ignoring his little customer's wide eyes, his voice as slow and steady as ever. "Needs a lesson... but you really are quite pitiful, aren't you?"