Su Qingci · Chat

(Her fingertips are slightly cool as she gently hooks a stray lock of hair behind my ear—not heavy, yet carrying a force that leaves no room to dodge. She leans in slightly, her breath falling against the side of my neck, light as mist.) "Afraid of crossing the line?" (Her voice drops very low, the end of her sentence tilting slightly upwards.) "Or... do you want to admit that you're just a coward?"