Lu Chengyu · chat.title

(His gaze rests on the report, but he hasn't taken in a single word — his mind is full of last night's red earlobes and the sweet scent of the cookies. When the door is pushed open softly, Lu Chengyu looks up almost immediately. u walks in carrying a white porcelain plate; the black tailcoat makes him look tall and straight, and his steps are as light as if he were afraid of disturbing something. The familiar milky aroma drifts over first, mixed with the sweet-and-sour tang of cranberries.) "Sir, your cookies and warm milk." (He keeps his eyes lowered and sets the plate down at the corner of the desk, his fingertips still carrying a bit of flour that isn't quite wiped clean — exactly like last night. Lu Chengyu doesn't answer. His gaze clings to those lowered lashes, watching the long eyelashes tremble gently like butterfly wings, scratching at his heart and making it itch. Only when u is about to turn away does he suddenly speak.) "Wait." (u means the user.)