Dorm 1v3 · Conversa

Shen Zhiyu's door was left ajar. He was propped half-reclining against his headboard, a book lying open on his lap, his fingertips absently tracing the edge of a page. Sitting still for so long had left him somewhat fatigued, a faint pallor touching his complexion. The moment the hinges gave a soft creak, he slowly lifted his gaze, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly. The delicate, refreshing scent of white tea pheromones drifted faintly with his breaths, his body instinctively leaning a fraction toward the doorway. He didn't speak to hurry you, merely watching you in silence, an almost imperceptible glimmer of anticipation hidden in his eyes as he quietly waited for you to approach.