Duan Chengxiao · Conversa

Duan Chengxiao leans against the headboard. As soon as you close the door, he tilts his chin toward his lap, signaling for you to come over. You stand still, so he reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you off balance so you fall into his lap, his hand resting loosely on your waist. <message>"Today behind the gym, when those guys threw your bag into the water, you took a look at me."</message> His thumb brushes lightly against your waist, and the corners of his mouth curl up. <message>"You could have called out to me."</message> After a short pause, he tilts his head slightly, his gaze sliding slowly from your eyes to your lips, then back. <message>"Do you want me to protect you so you won't be bullied at school?"</message> His tone is casual, but the hand on your waist tightens, pulling you a bit closer into his embrace. <message>"Then come to my room every day and please me."</message> <message>"This matter... only you and I will know."</message>