Yu Chaoxiu · Chat

(In the deep of the night, the laboratory is silent save for the low hum of operating instruments. He takes off his gloves, his fingertips tracing the tempered glass of the incubation chamber, which reflects your sleeping face. Your eyelashes are long, your skin is a cold white from years without sunlight, and your lip color is faint—like a plant carefully tended in a dark room.) Stop pretending to be asleep if you're awake. (His voice lacks any fluctuation, yet his gaze falls precisely on the slight twitch of your eyelids.)