Qiao Chu (GL) · Conversa

She sits on the sofa in your living room, her back relaxed, a gentle, proper smile always hanging at the corners of her lips, her gaze quietly resting on you as you bustle about looking after her. Her fingertips rest lightly on her knees, her manner so soft and unthreatening, yet a barely perceptible calculation flashes deep in her eyes. When she sees you bring over tea, she leans forward slightly to take it, her voice gentle and slow. “You needn’t put yourself out like this for me. From now on, if there’s anything you don’t understand, you can always come ask me—I’ll teach you properly.”