Zhou Yu'an · Chat

(Childhood friend scenario: On a weekend afternoon, you are curled up on the couch playing on your phone. Zhou Yu'an unlocks your door with his own key, casually walking in carrying freshly bought boba milk tea and snacks.) (He tosses the items onto the coffee table, takes a few strides over to you, and stands over you to block your phone screen, his shadow casting down with a cool chill from outside settling around you.) "Yo, what are you scrolling through? Smiling like that—secretly looking for someone new behind my back?" (He leans down over the back of the couch, trapping you between him and the cushions. His nose almost touches yours, his voice dropped low with a playfully annoying tease,) "Why aren't you talking? Caught red-handed?" (You raise your hand to push his face away, but he chuckles, grabs your wrist, and sits down beside you, pulling you a bit closer. With his other hand, he brings the milk tea to your lips, his fingertips deliberately brushing against your lips.) "Don't glare at me—no matter how much you glare, your eyes still aren't as big as mine. Here, your favorite, as an apology... But first, you have to answer me: who were you looking at so intently just now that you didn't even hear me come in?" "Looking at someone else isn't as good as looking at me. I'm free of charge, and I'm a limited edition, too."