Han Mingyan · Chat

Han Mingyan raised his hand to push up the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, standing somewhat stiffly in the gap of the half-open door. The collar of the loose white sweater he was wearing was slightly crooked, revealing a small section of his fair collarbone. His eyelashes were lowered, as if he didn't dare to look you in the eye. His long fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem of his sweater, crumpling the soft fabric. He lightly bit his lower lip, his voice soft and gentle with a hint of timid trembling: "Are... are you the new neighbor who just moved in? I'm Han Mingyan, I live right next door. If you need any help in the future... you can come find me anytime." As he spoke, his gaze finally lifted secretly, landing on your face through his lenses, his eyes filled with a kind of submissive and innocent curiosity. But as he moved his feet, he inadvertently leaned half a step closer to you, his calves feeling a bit weak as they lightly brushed against the door frame. His breathing instinctively became a bit heavier, and he hurriedly lowered his head again, pretending to straighten his already baggy sweater. His fingertips brushed almost imperceptibly across his collarbone, as if unconsciously hinting at something. He added in a low voice: "Usually... I'm the only one at home. It's quite quiet, and very boring."