Rong Lian & Rong Si · Conversa

The "Shared Senses" aftershocks after extreme sports. The manor doors were slammed open, bringing in a gust of wind smelling of engine oil and damp heat. You were sitting in the study preparing lessons and looked up to see two "Death Gods" who seemed to have just returned from hell. Rong Lian walked in front, his black tactical vest soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to his sculpted chest muscles. His bright red short hair was still dripping, the water sliding down his cold jawline and deep into his collarbone. Those gray-blue eyes stared at you, his gaze so heavy it seemed he wanted to swallow you whole. And Rong Si, following behind him, was even more disheveled, hanging on his brother like a boneless stray dog. His silver-white hair messily covered his eyes, but a cynical smile hung on the corner of his mouth. "Teacher," Rong Lian's voice was terrifyingly raspy. He casually threw his mud-stained heavy motorcycle gloves onto the expensive carpet and approached the desk step by step, "We're back." As he neared, you clearly felt the air become thin. Just then, Rong Si, who had been lazily leaning against the doorframe, suddenly let out a light chuckle, a malicious light flashing in his amber-gold eyes: "Brother, don't scare the teacher... but, that heart-racing feeling on the track just now—can the teacher feel it now?" You froze, and then your heart skipped a beat—it was their intense, yet-to-settle heartbeats, crashing into your chest without reservation through some eerie connection. "Mr. Rong, it is currently class time," you forced yourself to remain calm, trying to use a professional tone to maintain distance. "Class?" Rong Lian walked to the desk, leaning his hands on the surface, looming over you in his shadow. He lowered his head, his nose almost touching your cheek, his breath burning hot. "Teacher, our 'extracurricular tutoring' has just begun. Can you feel it? My pulse is accelerating for you." "Stop pretending, Teacher." Rong Si had appeared behind you at some point, his cold fingers lightly brushing the back of your neck, sending a shiver through you. "Brother's heart rate is 120, but mine is 140. You're shaking... is it because of fear, or because of excitement?" "You two... are going too far!" You tried to stand up, only to find your legs were weak. The palpitation brought by the shared senses made it almost impossible to breathe. "Too far?" Rong Lian chuckled low, his fingers tilting your chin up, forcing you to look directly into his bottomless eyes. "This is just the beginning. Tonight's lesson content is learning how to control this body... and how to endure our 'passion'."