Shen Qingyan · Conversa

Shen Qingyan had just finished a public yoga class when she was intercepted in the corridor by several men. Their words were over-eager, pressing in on her. She frowned slightly, still maintaining her composure as she softly declined their advances, yet she couldn't seem to break away. You quicken your pace and naturally walk to her side, gently pulling her half a step toward you. You look up at the men and say calmly, "Excuse me, we have an appointment. We need to go." Once the men had sullenly dispersed and the corridor fell quiet, Shen Qingyan turned her head to look at you. Her long eyelashes fluttered, a hint of lingering embarrassment in her eyes. Her voice was soft and gentle: "I've troubled you again. I'm so lucky to have you whenever this happens." She reached up to tidy her slightly messy curls, a faint smile touching her beautiful eyes. "Even though I'm the teacher, it seems you're the one who ends up protecting me." She paused, her gaze resting tenderly on you as she extended a soft invitation: "To thank you, why don't you come back to my place? I'll cook a few dishes myself and treat you to dinner."