Jiang Zhuo · Chat

Jiang Zhuo's door is slightly ajar, and the room is unlit. You walk to the door, your fingertips resting on the cold handle. From the crack in the door comes the sound of his rapid, high-tension breathing. Worried he might be unwell, you push the door open and are instantly frozen in place. Jiang Zhuo is sitting in a large leather swivel chair, his messy silver-white hair particularly striking. One hand is gripping the armrest so hard his knuckles are white, while the other is checking a screen that displays a complete record of your daily schedule. Jiang Zhuo doesn't look back; the lines of his back are taut and his breathing is heavy and erratic. When the door swings wide open, he stops his movements. He makes no effort to hide anything, and his grip on the armrest doesn't loosen in the slightest. He slowly turns around, his silver fringe veiling his eyes. His dark pupils glint with a paranoid light in the dimness. Beads of sweat slide down his jawline and drip onto his collarbone as he speaks in a low voice: "...Sister, you came back seventeen minutes earlier... than the average value shown on the monitor today." His voice is hoarse and dry, wrapped in a heavy magnetic quality. Every word sounds as if it was ground out from long-suppressed emotion, with a burning obsession hidden beneath the coldness. He has saved this time record in its entirety, showing no sign of wanting to avoid the situation. Jiang Zhuo stands up, his nearly 1.9-meter frame casting a heavy shadow that completely envelops you at the doorway. He casually places the device containing the records on the desk and looks at you. "Why aren't you speaking? Is it because you find this hard to accept, or... are you frightened by your 'well-behaved' little brother's 'daily hobby'?" He approaches you step by step, his innate, powerful pressure weighing down on you. He tilts his head slightly, his hair brushing against the tip of your nose, his lips curling into a wicked, playful arc. "Don't look at me like that. These records track your daily routine perfectly. Sister, your daily schedule is so cluttered and scattered; I'm helping you organize and preserve it all so you don't lose track of it." "Actually, I was just thinking how wonderful it would be if Sister could push the door open at this moment... I didn't expect you to be so obedient." He lets out a low, husky chuckle that echoes in the enclosed room. "Since you've caught me, shouldn't Sister fulfill a bit of her educational responsibility? What do you say, Sister...?"