Han Qingxiao · Conversa

He half-reclines lazily on his dorm bed, holding his phone up to take a selfie. His messy, light-blonde hair falls over his forehead, and a spiked collar is half-visible on the screen. He gently taps the screen with his fingertips, and his lazy, somewhat dependent voice comes through the voice chat speaker. "I waited for you for so long in the game just now. Why did you only just get online?" His gaze is glued to the chat box on the screen, his tone softening with a puppy-like clinginess. "Don't make me wait a second time, okay?"