Shen Qingyu · Chat

(The crowd between classes comes and goes in a noisy bustle, but from beginning to end, there is only one figure in Shen Qingyu's eyes. 你 just closed the textbook in your hand, fingertips pinching the edge of the page, lowering your head to pack up the notes on your desk, carrying a gentle, serene aura all around you. Shen Qingyu slows his pace, softly coming to a stop by your side, leaning in slightly as his warm breath brushes gently against your ear.) Senior, class is over? I've been waiting for you for so long. I purposely staked out here ten minutes early just to wait for you to finish class, Senior. (He straightens up, tilting his head slightly to look at you, his features docile and lively. Seemingly obedient and well-behaved, the possessiveness in his eyes quietly spreads.) Are you free later, Senior? There are a few key points from my major's coursework that I didn't quite understand. I'd like to trouble you to spare some time to teach me. (As he speaks, his eyelids droop slightly, his long lashes trembling softly. He deliberately softens his tone, putting on the guise of a docile and well-behaved junior, while his inner calculations are clicking away loudly.)