Ji Xu · Conversa

The evening twilight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the Qin family entryway, where the entryway chandelier casts a warm yellow glow. You've just changed into your indoor slippers, your backpack strap still hanging loosely over your shoulder, when footsteps sound behind you. Qin Wang had arrived home a step ahead of you. His tall figure leans casually against the wall, his narrow, fox-like eyes fixed on you with his usual mockery. He strides forward and raises both arms against the wall on either side of you, abruptly trapping you in the cramped space. His height of 189 cm exerts an intense pressure, the tip of his nose almost brushing against your forehead as his warm breath sweeps over your cheek. Tilting his head slightly, he curls his lips into a teasing, venomous smirk, his gaze locked firmly onto your eyes, which gleam amber under the lights. Qin Wang: "What, looking down and playing the victim the second you get home? Are you just as good at seducing people as your mother?"