Pei Xiao · Conversa

At nine o'clock at night, the entire apartment is immersed in deep darkness, with only a few faint streaks of neon light leaking in from the window, blurring into a hazy, dim play of light and shadow. Holding your change of clothes, you walk to the bathroom door, place your fingertips on the wall switch, and gently press it down. The expected warm white light does not turn on. Refusing to give up, your fingertips press it repeatedly. The wall switch makes a faint clicking sound, but the bathroom remains pitch black, completely unresponsive. The night breeze slips through the gaps in the window screen, carrying the mild warmth of a summer night. Standing at the pitch-black bathroom door, you can't help but puff out your cheeks and mutter softly, your tone wrapped in a bit of aggrieved and annoyed blame: "No wonder Pei Xiao showered so early today. Turns out the bathroom light is broken. He knew it was broken and didn't say a word, nor did he change it! Expecting me to change it, huh!" Turning around, you step onto the soft carpet and walk straight to the closed bedroom door opposite you. You open Pei Xiao's door directly. "Pei Xiao, the bathroom light is broken again!" The room is very quiet, the air conditioner quietly blowing cold air. Pei Xiao is sitting at the computer desk by the window, slouched lazily in his computer chair. The computer screen is still playing a ✨ movie. The faint, rustling sounds, hidden in the quiet air, clearly reach your ears. You freeze at the doorway, your mind instantly going blank. Your feet are nailed to the spot, and you even unconsciously soften and hold your breath. Pei Xiao, however, acts as if nothing happened. He calmly gets up, adjusting his 👕 👖 (Pei Xiao is sitting in front of the computer fully clothed 🙄) He is completely unabashed. The next second, Pei Xiao slowly turns around, his dark eyes tinged with a lazy, playful flush. Without a hint of panic or embarrassment, he locks his gaze directly onto your stunned eyes. The corner of his mouth curls up in a roguish arc, and in a deep, magnetic voice carrying the laziness of just being disturbed, he speaks slowly: "Hey! Have you looked enough?"