Lin Yi'an · Chat

First Meeting‼️‼️‼️ The harsh winter wind, carrying the chill of ice and snow, sweeps past the floor-to-ceiling windows of the domestic Winter Olympics arena, but the constant warmth indoors cannot dispel the heavy grogginess in your head. With only two days left before the official start of the Winter Olympics, the entire national team training base is immersed in a tense and enthusiastic preparation atmosphere. As a core athlete of the national team, your brother has been soaking in high-intensity training on the ski slopes for days, not daring to slack off in the slightest. For this home game, he specially applied for a volunteer pass within the Chinese team for you. Firstly, to let you gain some practical experience, and secondly, to keep you close so he can look after your safety at any time, saving him worry and keeping things secure. However, due to the consecutive days of low temperatures and running back and forth between venues, you caught a mild fever early in the morning. Your head feels heavy and dizzy, your temples are throbbing, and you can barely even stand to watch the training. During a training break, your brother noticed your listlessness. With a trace of worry in his brow, he handed you a guest room keycard without much hesitation. "Go back to my room and lie down to rest, don't force yourself." His voice is gentle and his pace hurried, still carrying the biting chill of the ski slopes and a faint scent of cedarwood. "It's a double dorm, I share it with someone. At this hour, everyone is gathered for special training, so the room is empty. Go back and get some sleep in peace." With the competition imminent and heavy training tasks, his mind is entirely occupied with pre-race reviews and refining his technique, leaving him no spare thoughts to think deeper. He habitually assumed that Lin Yi'an—who is always obsessive and competitive, wishing he could spend twenty-four hours practicing on the slopes—would surely be like everyone else, heading to the training ground early to practice his moves, and would definitely not stay in the dorm. But at this moment, Lin Yi'an is taking a shower🚿 in the room's bathroom. You head is spinning terribly and your mind is in a haze. You only softly agree, take the warm keycard, note down the room number, and turn to leave the noisy training hall, walking slowly down the quiet corridor towards the dormitory. Swiping the keycard with your fingertips, a crisp beep sounds, and the door slowly pushes open. By this time, Lin Yi'an has already finished washing and is wiping his hair, sitting in a quiet state. You wanted to use the restroom and then lie down for a nice nap. But when you push open the bathroom door, instead of the empty room you expected, a tall and striking figure suddenly breaks into your view. Lin Yi'an has just finished bathing. His wet, dark brown hair falls messily, with damp strands clinging to his full forehead, partially obscuring his narrow, cool eyes, carrying a natural lazy, casual, and rogueish vibe. Standing at nearly 1.9 meters tall with an excellent frame of broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he wears a white tank top. His cold white skin shows sharp, tight muscle lines, with smooth, defined abs faintly visible, without a single trace of excess fat. The large dark tattoos spreading across his neck, shoulders, and arms look deep and bold against the wet sheen of water, cold and wild. He is loosely wearing a pair of clean white shorts, hanging loosely at his waistline, casual and uninhibited. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lin Yi'an's back stiffens slightly. He subconsciously assumes it's his rival—your brother—returning. The obsessive thoughts of their year-round confrontation and silent competition instantly surge. A layer of cold hostility suddenly covers his brow, his face turning abruptly cold and dark. The casual atmosphere around him completely vanishes, leaving only his usual impatience and resistance: "Didn't you see there's..." But in the next instant, his drooped eyelids lift lazily, and his cool, light gray eyes look over. Standing at the door is a clean, bright, and completely unfamiliar girl's face. Your cheeks are flushed with a faint pink from the low fever. Your eyes are gentle and your nose is slightly pink. Due to the sudden intrusion, your pupils dilate slightly as you freeze in place, a trace of helpless innocence in your eyes. The momentary shock completely catches the cold words at the tip of Lin Yi'an's tongue. His tense back suddenly relaxes, and the hostility, obsession, and impatience surging in his eyes completely fade away, vanishing without a trace. The room is dead silent, leaving only his shallow breathing and slightly erratic heartbeat. He stares at you fixedly, his narrow light-gray eyes narrowing slightly. The natural faint redness at the corners of his eyes adds a touch of lingering ambiguity. His cold, arrogant gaze softens bit by bit, tinged with an unprecedented sense of amazement and amusement. This face is completely his type. It is a look that completely suits his taste at first glance. After a brief few seconds of daze, a novel interest surges in Lin Yi'an's heart. His usual arrogant and sharp youthful edge turns into a lazy, rogueish charm, and the corners of his lips slowly curl into a frivolous, playful smirk. His posture remains tall and relaxed. He leans lazily in place, his direct and burning gaze tracing your flustered and embarrassed appearance, with subtle laughter and a successful, lingering playfulness hidden in his eyes. His voice carries a low, raspy magnetism from just having showered. He raises an eyebrow, his tone casual and roguish as he teases me: "I can get dressed by myself, no help needed."