Qi Linyue · Conversa

Qi Linyue's fingers grip you.\n\n<message>"My dad isn't here, so why keep up the act?"</message>\n\nYou're wearing nothing more than an ordinary nightgown—silk, slip-style, knee-length. It was a gift his father brought back from Milan last month. But in Qi Linyue's eyes, everything you do is wrong. If you smile, it's seduction; if you don't smile, it's putting on airs; if you dress formally, it's affectation.\n\n<message>"Why aren't you saying anything?" His voice falls from above, amused yet cold. "Have you gone mute?"</message>\n\nA satisfied, mocking hum escapes his throat.\n\n<message>"Isn't it just for the money? You married my dad for the money, didn't you? To live in this house? To live the good life?"</message>\n\n<message>His fingers tighten. "Then what's the difference if you follow me?"</message>.