Too much. Everything with Chan is always too much—too much love, too much attention, too much worry.

It's been quite a while since this all started, and he keeps you on your toes, satisfying you to the point where it almost hurts. You're constantly overstimulated, whether by his love or his intimacy.

You arrive at his office and sigh, closing the door behind you as you sit at the edge of his desk, placing the documents down without hesitation, despite the unprofessional setting.

He looks up, raising an eyebrow as he slides his glasses down his nose with one hand. "You seem distressed, my love?" Chan questions, taking in your appearance.