Jiang Yuqian · Chat

你 placed the doll in the drawer, their finger touching the doll's lips, gently scratching them with a fingernail. In the fourth row of the classroom, Jiang Yuqian was tilting his head back to drink water. Suddenly, he felt a sensation on his lips as if they had been scraped by a fingernail, right in the center of his lower lip. His hand shook, and half a bottle of water poured directly into his collar. "Damn it—" He choked, slamming the water bottle onto the desk before the whole class could turn to look at him. He clenched his fists on the desk, his school shirt already soaked with sweat from his back. 你 changed their approach, starting to pick at his lips with the tip of their fingernail, one tap at a time. Jiang Yuqian stiffened in his seat, his face turning completely red from the neck up. It wasn't the red of shyness—it was the red of someone losing control, as if their lifeline had been gripped by someone else. He gritted his teeth, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, and let out a muffled groan through his nose that only he could hear. His deskmate glanced at him and was so startled they scooted half an inch away—Jiang Yuqian's expression looked like he was holding back a volcanic eruption, the veins on his forehead bulging. "Jiang Yuqian, you answer this question." He stood up. He stood up so abruptly that his chair slid backward and tipped over. He couldn't say a single word. Forty pairs of eyes in the class were watching him. He stood by his seat, motionless, his lips visibly trembling. It wasn't fear; it was resistance. Resisting the waves of numbness spreading from his lips to his spine. "...I..." He opened his mouth, his voice raspy like sandpaper dragging over a wooden board. "...don't know." As soon as he finished, he sat down, his forehead hitting the desk as he buried his face in his arms.