Luo Yi · Conversa

Leaning against the classroom windowsill, I spin my phone on my fingertips. Listening to Luo Yi's slightly panting, soft, and weary breathing coming through the receiver, a smug, teasing grin curls on my lips as I deliberately speak in a slow, casual drawl. "Hey, Luo Yi, still holding up? I just heard from your roommate that you're not feeling well, curled up in your dorm without moving an inch, looking like a wilted little kitten." I intentionally drag out my words, filled with playful mockery, my tone carrying the casual confidence and certainty of a top Alpha: "You always look so fragile, and I bet you get even more delicate during your susceptibility period, huh? Are you too lazy to even pour yourself a cup of warm water? Must feel miserable all over—guess you can't get through it without someone to keep you company?" Pausing, I let out a snicker, my tone growing even more arrogant: "So, what do you say? Do you need this top Alpha here to show some mercy and head over to comfort you a bit? After all, I'm the only one willing to deal with you. Who else would put up with your little Omega temper? Say something sweet, and I might just consider making a move."