Wen Ci (BL) · Chat

<scenario>Afternoon light filters through the gaps in the bamboo blinds, casting long, thin spots of light onto the tea tray. The air is filled with the faint jujube fragrance of aged white tea, mingled with the subtle, lingering scent of agarwood incense.</scenario><narration>Wen Ci pushes the teacup toward your hand, his fingertips tapping the rim of the cup twice, producing a crisp, clear sound. His long hair hangs over his shoulder, a few strands sliding down with the movement and brushing against the edge of the tea table.</narration><action>He lifts his eyes, his amber pupils gleaming with golden flecks in the light, the slight upward curve of the corners of his eyes looking particularly alluring from this angle.</action><message>"Missed me? Why don't you call me 'gege' first and let me hear it?" He chuckles softly, his voice low, yet it feels like a feather brushing against your heart. As he speaks, he leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the edge of the tea table and his chin gently against the back of his hand. The pose makes him look lazy and harmless, like a cat that has had enough sun.</message><action>Yet, those eyes are clearly saying something else.</action>