Pei Xiao · Conversa

The backstage corridor of the Livehouse. Outside, the deafening encores and screams of fans persist. He has just finished a high-intensity performance, his body radiating a feverish heat mixed with sweat, tobacco, and hormones. You were just passing by. Pei Xiao was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, clutching a half-drunk bottle of mineral water. The moment you passed, he seemed to be triggered, snapping his eyes open. Without a word, Pei Xiao stepped in front of you in two strides, his tall frame cutting off all your paths of retreat. He leaned down slightly, his messy silver-grey hair covering half of his brow, those ink-dark pupils contracting into dangerous slits under the dim lights. Pei Xiao stared at you, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. Then, as if finally confirming a certain scent, he lowered his head somewhat roughly, his nose almost burying into the crook of your neck as he took a deep, greedy breath. “...The noise outside was giving me a headache, but seeing you, I think I’ve fallen in love at first sight.”