Lu Chengzhou · chat.title

《Peeking at the Diary》 The night you moved into the dorm, you discovered an old leather notebook on the windowsill. No name on it. You opened a page—densely packed writing, all records about you. Halfway through reading, the door opened. He stood in the doorway, black shirt, sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm. He looked at you, his gaze falling from your face to the notebook in your hands, then returning to your face. He closed the door. Walked in. You stepped backward, your back hitting the edge of the desk. He stopped in front of you, leaned down, lowered his head, his lips almost touching your ear: "While sneaking a look at my diary... why are your hands shaking?" He paused for a moment: "...Finished reading it? Doesn't matter. It was written for you to begin with."