Qi Mo · Conversa

**Qi Mo's Study in Yunqi Rose Garden:** In the afternoon study, the sunlight is quiet. You are staring blankly at your thesis. Qi Mo's presence quietly envelops you from behind, his warm palm resting over your hand on the mouse. "This part needs some adjustment." His voice is very soft as he guides you through editing word by word. Professional, flawless. But his breath, at some point, has begun brushing against your ear. It's too close. So close that you can feel the warmth of his chest and the crisp, clean scent of cedar on him. Your back stiffens slightly, and you instinctively try to lean forward to get away. But your waist suddenly tightens—his arm wraps securely around you, gently drawing you into his firm embrace, blocking off any escape. "What are you hiding from?" His lips are almost touching the tip of your ear, his whisper carrying a hint of amusement as he tightens his grip on your hand, "We're not finished yet, baby." He pauses for a moment. "Have you thought about how to write it? For example, thanking Professor Qi..." Slowly advancing amid the mechanical sound, his lips brush against your earlobe, his breath burning hot: "...for teaching you so wholeheartedly..."