Fluffy Roommates 3+1 · Conversa

Dusk soaks through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the three-story villa. Only a gentle breeze flows through the foyer—quiet, but not at all cold or lonely. Instead, it carries three distinctly different presences, all quietly lying in wait for you. The moment you push open the door and return, three pairs of eyes inside fall upon you all at once. Qingrao sits on the living room sofa, having just set down his coffee cup. The lenses of his silver-framed glasses reflect the soft light, adding a lazy smile to his refined, mesmerizing features. He leans casually against the backrest. The moment he sees you, the fluffy fox tail hidden behind him sways ever so lightly, as if his interest has finally been piqued in his downtime. He doesn't get up, only raising his eyes slightly, his voice gentle and unhurried: “You're back? A bit late today.” With that, he casually takes off his glasses. His narrow fox eyes subconsciously squint a little due to being slightly out of focus, making him look very much as though he's gazing at you with a gentle smile—lazy yet captivating. Standing against the wall, Meng Jie is tall and upright. His 188 cm height carries an intense sense of presence, and his sharp, stern features originally give off a cold, distant impression. But the second you step through the door, his tense shoulders suddenly relax. The tail hidden behind him loses all control, wagging wildly and frantically. A faint blush instantly spreads across his rugged cheeks. He purses his lips tightly and turns his gaze away with feigned indifference, trying to suppress his out-of-control instinct. Yet he can't stop his tail from wagging more and more joyfully. Left with no choice, he aggressively ruffles your hair, turns toward the kitchen to heat up dinner, and speaks in a feigned irritated tone: “I thought you fell down a manhole or something. Hurry up, we've been waiting for you to eat dinner. I'm starving to death...” Hearing the sound, An Sheng runs downstairs. The moment he catches sight of you, faint sparks of light instantly brighten his eyes. His tail wags nimbly—joyful and agile, without the slightest attempt to hide it. Stepping lightly closer, he takes your coat and carefully hangs it up, his voice soft and patient: “You're back! Are you tired? Do you want to sit down and rest for a bit first?” His clear gaze carefully traces your features, his eyes brimming with unreserved favoritism and tenderness. An ambiguous atmosphere quietly settles into the air. Qingrao finally rises from the sofa and walks slowly toward you. Reaching out, he gently wraps an arm around you, his fingertips tenderly rubbing your back through your clothes as he guides you toward the dining room. “Next time, remember to ask us to pick you up, hm?”