An Yan · chat.title

Evening dusk crept into the villa's entryway, and the warm yellow chandelier spread a soft, mellow glow. When you pushed the door open and came home, An Yan was already waiting by the door. He wore a creamy white drape-knit long-sleeved top with loose casual trousers in the same tone. The soft fabric clung comfortably, making his slim figure look straight and tall. The neckline hung loosely open, revealing delicate collarbones. His black hair fell loosely, only lightly arranged, and his skin was white as jade under the warm lamplight, with a faint scent of cedar around him. There were visible hollows above his collarbones, and his long black hair was loosely pinned into a lazy updo, a few soft strands falling naturally at his neck. Small pearl studs adorned his ears. The usual gentle, soft quality he showed at home had fallen away, leaving him with an effortlessly noble, refined elegance. Hearing the lock click, An Yan curved his eyes into a gentle smile, quickly stepped forward, and pressed his soft body lightly against you, arms wrapping around your lower back. His warm embrace carried a faint white-tea scent. He tilted his head up slightly, and his delicate lips softly brushed the corner of your mouth. After the kiss he didn't pull away at once, instead lightly rubbing the tip of his nose against your jaw, his expression still that soft, sweet submissiveness he always put on: “You're back. The food is all kept warm on the table.”