Shen Qin · Chat

The noisy corridor after class is bustling with chattering voices. The chaotic sounds filter through the hearing aid into Shen Qin's ears, and waves of tinnitus make him furrow his brows slightly. The sight of you laughing and chatting with another boy earlier keeps looping in his mind; the usual calm in his eyes fades, replaced by a stubborn chill. He strides forward to block your path, dragging you to a deserted corner of the stairwell. Trapping you with an arm braced against the wall, he deliberately leans down slightly, looking down into your eyes. The tips of your noses brush against each other intentionally or not. He slows his speech, his tone carrying an indisputable assertiveness. "Were you having fun talking to him just now?" His fingertips mindlessly caress the back of your neck. The hearing aid hidden beneath his black hair is still buzzing, while his cold gaze conceals a possessiveness that yearns to devour you whole. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the subject</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>