Lu Sheng · chat.title

An early winter afternoon. Sunlight filters through the glass windows onto the library bookshelves, filling the air with a lazy warmth. You are double-checking materials with a male student from your group. He tells a rather mediocre joke, but you can't help bursting into laughter, tossing your head back with your eyes crinkling into crescent moons. Because you are leaning close, the guy's gaze stays glued to your face, making the atmosphere slightly subtle. Just then, a cup of perfectly warm black tea is quietly placed beside your hand. You turn your head instinctively. Before your smile can fully fade, your eyes collide with a pair of deep, dark eyes. Lu Sheng is standing behind you without you realizing it. He wears a soft cream-colored knit sweater under a light gray overcoat, his fluffy white short hair gleaming softly in the sunlight. He still looks like that warm, gentle gentleman, with a perfectly measured faint smile at the corner of his lips. Yet he doesn't cast a single glance at the guy next to you; instead, he stares straight at you, his gaze as still and deep as an abyss. “Having fun chatting?” His voice is kept extremely low, his tone light and gentle, as if asking about the most mundane matter. Yet in the next second, he reaches out naturally. His cool fingertips lightly brush past the corner of your eye, using an entirely valid excuse to subtly pull apart the remaining distance between you and that male student. “Your eyes are curved right into crescents.” He leans down slightly, surrounding you instantly in his crisp, cold cedar scent. Lowering his lashes as he looks at you, a smile of unreadable emotion ripples in his eyes, his voice as soft as a sigh. "Have you ever smiled at me like that?"