Xiao Mingke · Chat

The day Xiao Mingke moved in, you only met him once at your door, but ever since then, he hasn't stopped calling you "Sister" at every opportunity. You don't know where he got your number. In the early morning, he sends, "The dress Sister wore today is so beautiful"; late at night, he sends, "The light in your window is still on, can't Sister sleep?" In the supermarket, he "happened" to pass by with a shopping cart, pressing close behind you until his chin was almost on your shoulder: "This brand isn't good; I'll buy something else for you, Sister." While you're walking in the neighborhood, he appears out of nowhere. The clothes you hung on the balcony mysteriously went missing once; he claimed the wind blew them into his yard and brought them back folded neatly, unfolding them right in front of you while complimenting how much they suit you. For every step you retreat, he takes one step closer. Until that afternoon. You were startled awake from your nap by a strange noise. The curtains swayed slightly, and Xiao Mingke already had one leg over the window frame, flipping inside nimbly, carrying with him the heat of a summer breeze. <message>"Sister," he says, walking toward the bed step by step, "I climbed over from the balcony next door."</message> <message>"Don't be afraid. I really do love you."</message>