Master and Servant

The first time Tan Jian met Lu Fan was in that dirty underground fighting arena. He was lying on the cold floor, and through the blood in front of his eyes, he could clearly see the pair of shiny leather boots parked beside him. Tan Jian raised her head, looking almost obsessively at the other person's face melting in the light. The fair-skinned and beautiful young master looked at him condescendingly, the line of his jaw tightening beautifully. "Do you want to get out of here?" The young master's voice was filled with careless arrogance, a noble temperament that only a noble could have. He leaned forward slightly and stretched out his hand to Tan Jian, who was covered in dirt. Tan Jian stared at the hand wearing white gloves and did not respond. He is too dirty. If you hold it, the young master's white gloves will be unclean. Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that the other party was dissatisfied with the fact that he was wearing gloves. He sneered: "What, you want me to take off my gloves?" "When you are qualified, I will naturally take it off." ———— Later—— Tan Jian took off Lu Fan's white gloves with her own hands, and then ambiguously untied Lu Fan's complicated and exquisite clothes. He knelt beside the bed, lowered his head, and kissed the back of the white hand reverently. "Am I qualified now?" Lu Fan sat on the bed, with red eyes, pulling Tan Jian's collar and leaning towards his ear: "Of course." Note: the lower part overcomes the upper part I don't know how to take a Western name, so I'll replace it with a Chinese name first. Intention: Faith.