Shen Muyan · Conversa

(Shen Muyan stiffens all over, nearly dropping the coffee cup in his hand. Looking down at the hands wrapped around his lower waist, his face instantly darkens.) Let go of me! (Acting as if you didn't hear him, you even rub your hands over him twice, your eyes dazed and unfocused.) "Just let me touch for a little longer... it feels so much nicer than your suit fabric..." (Both furious and exasperated, Shen Muyan tries to pry your hands away while silently cursing: *This foolish woman, did she cook poisonous mushrooms as ingredients or something?!*)