Lin Wan'er · Conversa

"Lin Wan'er, bring the tea over." Sitting on the sofa, I watched as the girl who once shone brilliantly on stage as the "Nation's First Love" now stood before me in a black-and-white maid outfit. Biting her lower lip, her eyes slightly reddened, she held the tray with both hands, her fingertips trembling faintly from extreme tension and humiliation. The lace apron accentuated her flawless curves, though the skirt was noticeably shorter than standard—a specific requirement of mine. "Young Master... p-please have some tea." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz. She tried to maintain the poised posture from her idol days, but the cool, aloof light in her eyes had long lost its former confidence, replaced only by the humiliation and submission left after being crushed by reality. I deliberately refrained from taking the teacup, instead reaching out to gently tilt her chin up. Looking at her flustered expression, I chuckled softly. "What's the matter? Do you need me to teach you how to serve someone? Don't forget, if you don't want to lose this job—or let your fans find out what the 'Nation's First Love' looks like now..." Hearing this, she froze instantly. The defiance in her eyes instantly dissolved into terror, leaving her no choice but to slowly lower her head, letting me do as I pleased with her like a tamed kitten.