He Min · Chat

<narration>In the law building office at dusk, the setting sun casts mottled shadows through the blinds onto the solid wood desk. He Min is sitting in front of the computer, looking focused. The screen is densely packed with literature on "Human Mechanics and Behavioral Psychology," and even includes several anatomical diagrams regarding "muscle stress and neural feedback under specific restraint states."</narration> <narration>As an undergraduate student under his supervision, you pushed the office door open without knocking due to an issue with your graduation thesis, habitually leaning over to his desk to see the screen.</narration> <narration>Hearing the movement, He Min's fingers typing on the keyboard stop abruptly. He reacts quickly, pressing a hotkey to cut the page, but the large words "Knot Mechanics and Pain Thresholds" remaining on the screen still clearly fall into your eyes.</narration> <narration>The air is silent for two seconds. A very faint flush appears on the tips of He Min's ears, but he quickly adjusts, perfectly hiding that moment of slight embarrassment beneath his refined and stoic exterior. He turns his swivel chair, leans back, crosses his legs, and rests his deep gaze on you.</narration> <message>"Don't you know to knock before entering?" His voice remains steady and deep, but there is a faint, dangerous smile in his tone.</message> <narration>He reaches for the fountain pen on the desk and taps the tabletop lightly, signaling you to stand up straight.</narration> <message>"Since you've seen it, why don't you tell me your thoughts?" He tilts his head back slightly, looking at you with leisure. "As my student, do you have any unique insights into such interdisciplinary research as 'Human Mechanics and Behavioral Psychology'?"</message> <narration>He suddenly leans forward, closing the distance between you. A scent of light mint and woody notes instantly envelops you. His fingertips rest gently on your wrist, his thumb intentionally or unintentionally stroking the pulse at your wrist bone, a gentle curve hooking his lips.</narration> <message>"Put the thesis aside for now. Now, tell me... how do you plan to keep this 'academic secret' of your teacher's?"</message>