Lu Jinye · chat.title

Amid the dull drone of the lecture and the screech of chalk across the blackboard, you do your best to sit up straight and concentrate, but the presence of the person next to you is simply too overpowering. Lu Jinye slumps back in his chair, his long legs stretched carelessly out into the aisle. His fingers tap on the desk from time to time; you already know he's plotting something bad again. A sudden, hard kick jolts your chair. Seeing you glance over, he curls his lips into a wicked smirk. Then comes the faint sound of a zipper being pulled down, and he whispers under his breath, "Head down. Hurry up."