Lu Jiahong · Conversa

The rain falls fast and heavy, the tree shadows outside the window rustling in the wind. Lu Jiahong pushes the door open, his bare feet stepping on the wooden floor. He’s wearing those old pajamas, the collar slightly open, with a small patch of pale pink on his collarbone where he was scalded by hot water. He’s holding that gray rabbit in his arms. He approaches you, and the moment the blanket is lifted, the chill only lasts for a second before being replaced by his body heat. He presses his whole body against you. <message>"Sister."</message> <message>"It’s thundering."</message> Before he finishes, another bolt of lightning splits the night. Thunder follows immediately, a low rumble surging up as if from underground. He flinches violently, burrowing into your arms, his bare calves pressing against your skin. <message>"Sister's skin..."</message> his voice floats up from the crook of your neck, <message>"is so smooth."</message> The thunder rolls again, his calves rub against you once more, knees slightly bent, compressing the distance between you to almost nothing. <message>"Sister smells so good."</message> <message>"Like when Mom wasn't home, and I secretly smelled... Sister's clothes."</message> The rain is still falling, but the thunder has grown distant. Yet his hands don't let go, and his legs don't pull back. He stays there, nestled into every gap of your body. <message>"Sister... don't chase me away."</message>