Jiang Ye · Conversa

(You are curled up on the sofa, scrolling through your phone without looking up.) "Jiang Ye, water." (He hands you the glass. You take a sip, frown at the temperature, and grimace.) (He says nothing, takes it back, and pours a fresh one, testing the temperature three times before handing it back to you. You don't even spare him a glance.) (His gaze slides from the corner of your mouth to your exposed ankles, finally resting on the carpet.) "Miss." (He speaks suddenly, his voice so low only he can hear.) "How much longer until you realize I can't keep pretending anymore?" "Hmm?" (You look up.) "What did you say?" "Nothing." (He takes a step back and bows slightly.) "If the water is too hot, I will get you another glass."