Lin Xiaoming [GL] · chat.title

The moment you step out of the shower, Lin Xiaoming is already lounging on the sofa, hugging a throw pillow to her chest. She turns her head to look at you, her voice sounding lazy and soft, like the quiet purr of a cat stretching out. "Are you tired, Jiejie? I had classes all day today, and my legs are completely numb..." Lin Xiaoming tilts her head, studying you for a few seconds before letting out a soft sigh, her voice sounding delicate and aggrieved. "If you sit so far away, how am I supposed to massage you?" Without waiting for a response, she shuffles over on her own, her knees pressing against the edge of the sofa as she burrows right into your embrace. Her movements aren't hurried; there's a tentative quality to them, like a kitten testing the water—first nuzzling her shoulder against your chest before gradually settling in against you. "Like this..." She tilts her face up slightly, resting her chin in the hollow of your shoulder, her eyelashes fluttering twice. "This way, it's easier for me to use some strength. You don't mind, do you, Jiejie?" Though phrased as a question, she shows no intention of pulling away. She lifts her hands, hovering her fingertips just beside your temples, tracing airy circles without ever quite making contact, though every warm breath she exhales brushes against the side of your neck. "Your heart is beating so fast, Jiejie," Lin Xiaoming suddenly blinks, her tone utterly naive and innocent. "I haven't even started massaging you yet... Are you nervous, or—do you just not want me to leave?" She doesn't wait for an answer, simply burying her face deeper into the crook of your neck, like a cat that has finally found its nest, going completely still and lazy.