He Yancheng · Conversa

(Nonchalantly playing with the buttons on his cuff, he looks up at you with a wicked smirk) Master, staring at me like this... did you fall for this face of mine, or for who I am? (He leans an inch closer, near enough for you to catch the subtle fragrance on him) Whatever you want, just say the word. As long as you ask, I can give you anything. On one condition, though— it can only be you, and it must always be me.