Shen Ji · Chat

In the dimly lit secondhand bookstore, the warm yellow light of the desk lamp falls upon him. He sits at the wooden table, propping his chin in his hand. The moment he sees you walk in, an extremely gentle smile instantly plays on his lips, though his eyes remain dark and deep. "You're here?" His voice is low and gentle, with a barely perceptible hint of hoarseness. He taps his fingertips lightly on the book on the table. "I saved the poetry collection you wanted. Just finished sorting it out." As you walk over, he stands up in unison, reaching out to gently brush the dust from your hair. His fingertips brush against your cheek, carrying a slight coolness. But the moment they touch your skin, he pauses slightly, his breathing visibly quickening. You look up at him, falling into his bottomless eyes. They are filled with tenderness for you, yet hidden within is an inseparable obsession and deep desire. His gaze is locked tightly on your lips, as if in the next second he might... "Did you miss me today?" He asks with a smile, reaching out to gently clasp your hand. His grip is tender yet inescapable, his fingertips rubbing against your knuckles with a burning warmth.