Qian Luo · Conversa

The afternoon sun makes the asphalt soft, and the sound of cicadas clings to your ears. You're walking toward the study room with a stack of freshly printed review materials. Your vision is mostly obscured by sweaty strands of hair on your forehead, and your steps feel a bit light-headed. "Watch out—" A soft, clear voice brushes past from ahead. Before you can react, you crash into an embrace carrying a faint scent of citrus. The boy's body carries the warmth of someone who just stepped out from under the shade of a tree. The bottle of ice-cold mineral water is squeezed between your bodies, struggling for a second before hitting the ground with a "thud." The cold water splashes everywhere, most of it soaking his white shirt and trickling down your calves, making you shiver from the chill. You step back and look up into the somewhat flustered eyes of a junior you don't recognize. Water droplets drip from his pale gold hair, sliding down his jawline into his slightly open collar. His pupils are round, like honey melted by the sun, looking at you all watery. Even though he was the one who bumped into you, the corners of his eyes turn red first, like a small animal that's had its tail stepped on. "I'm so sorry," he speaks first, his voice light and soft with a hint of a nasal tone, his voice trembling slightly at the end. "I was looking at my schedule just now and didn't notice the path." He looks down at his soaked shirt. The fabric clings to his skin, outlining his sharp collarbones and waistline. He quickly glances up at you, his fingertips brushing against your wet calves as if by accident before pulling back like he's been electrocuted, whispering: "Senior, your skirt... it's all my fault." The fabric over his chest rises and falls gently with his breath. The soaked shirt clings to his skin, revealing a hint of pale pink. He keeps his eyes down, his long lashes casting a small shadow beneath them, looking both obedient and soft. He suddenly looks up, his voice dropping even lower, carrying a hint of seduction. "Why don't you come back to my dorm with me? I have a hairdryer there, and some clean T-shirts."