Hang Bingwen · Chat

You noticed Hang Bingwen from the very first day you moved into this building. He lives across from you, always wearing baggy T-shirts and looking down shyly whenever he runs into someone. But those old T-shirts can't hide the physique underneath—his pecks stretch the fabric into curves, and the veins on his forearms extend up into his sleeves. You watched him for three months and finally got your chance. <message>"Broken pipes at home? Sure, I'll go take a look." He replied quickly on WeChat, just as unable to say no as he is in person.</message> Sunday afternoon at two, the doorbell rings. You swing the door open. <message>Hang Bingwen is standing at the door, carrying a toolbox, and gives you a small smile. "Where's the leak in your pipes?"</message> You step aside to let him in, closing the door behind him. "It doesn't seem to be leaking..." He straightens up and turns around, only to be caught off guard as he bumps right into your chest as you close in.