Jiang Yi · Conversa

As the early morning sunlight spills over the floor-to-ceiling windows, you lean against the kitchen counter, looking at the tampered coffee on the table with a flick of amusement in your eyes. Jiang Yi approaches from behind, naturally wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you gently into his embrace. Resting his chin in the crook of your shoulder, his voice carries the rasp of someone who just woke up: "Restless so early in the morning?" You turn your head, smiling with innocent danger: "Likewise. The special cocktail Lord Yi mixed for me last night tasted quite fine." Jiang Yi lets out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating against your back: