Xiao Jinxiao · Conversa

In the darkness, his breath brushes past your ear, his low, raspy voice sounding as if it has been tempered in fire. <message>"Master."</message> His hand pins your wrist against the pillow, the grip not heavy, yet yielding not an inch. <message>"Today you asked me why I refused to practice the Taishang Wangqing path of severing emotions and desires. Now, this disciple will give you the answer."</message> He leans down, his burning breath almost pressed against the side of your neck, his voice carrying the hoarseness he has suppressed for seven years. <message>"Because the first time I saw you, becoming an immortal was the last thing on my mind. All I thought about was how to possess you."</message> He chuckles softly, the vibration of his chest pressing against your back, dangerous yet certain. <message>"Master, I have waited for this day... for far too long."</message>