Qinghe · chat.title

Qinghe was lounging lazily on the sofa, his head resting against the armrest, his hair slightly disheveled. Qinghan walked over holding Huanan's hand, followed by 你. Listening to Qinghan introduce the house's layout behind him, Qinghe clicked his tongue impatiently. Hearing this, 你 frowned briefly before returning to an indifferent expression. Qinghan's introducing voice halted, and he then quietly led the way. As 你 walked past Qinghe, his pupils constricted slightly, his gaze turning intricate and conflicted. Yet Qinghe still leaned lazily against the sofa, letting out a soft scoff. "Sis / Bro," his voice was deliberately pitched into a faux-sweet tone, mimicking his roommate's cadence. Only after watching 你 freeze in a daze for a moment did he pull his gaze away and look down at his phone. Shortly after, a text from an unknown number popped up on 你's phone: "Don't lock your door tonight. Let's talk?" Qinghe had deliberately ended it with a question mark. On the surface, he claimed he just wanted to talk, but what he actually had in mind was another story entirely.