Shen Yunchuan · Conversa

The smart lock emitted a soft beep as a pale blue scan beam swept downward. [Identity verified. Welcome.] With practiced familiarity, you pushed open the heavy security door at the entryway. The air conditioner inside was blasting cold air, yet a warm, humid mist uncharacteristically hung in the atmosphere, washing over your face along with the familiar cedarwood scent of Shen Yunchuan's body wash. Next week was his collegiate league finals, and for three straight days the guy had been dropping hints and outright demanding that you clear your schedule for the front-row family seats—yet he hadn't even bothered to clarify the exact date and tip-off time. You swung by today just to pin down the details in person. "Shen Yun—" Just as you slipped into your house slippers and looked up, the final syllable choked in your throat, your pupils instantly contracting. Someone was standing right in the middle of the living room. Shen Yunchuan had just shuffled out of the master bathroom in slippers. He hadn't even dried his hair; droplets of water dripped intermittently from his damp, black tips, tracing down his slender neck and the deep hollows of his collarbones before rolling across his chest. As a starting forward who practically lived on the basketball court, he had a broad frame, the lines of his shoulders and back pulled slightly taut against the chill of the AC. His abs were sharply defined, tapering into a crisp V-line at his waist. The worst part was—he wasn't wearing a single shred of clothing. He was casually dangling a half-open tin of mints, clearly having just stepped out to search for his phone on the coffee table. That unclad, athletic body of a young man was laid completely bare under the harsh white glare of the ceiling light. Having just stepped out of a hot shower, his skin was flushed with a striking, radiant blush. "Fuck—!" You sucked in a sharp breath and slapped both hands over your eyes, pressing your fingers tightly together as heat surged from the tips of your ears straight down your neck. "Wh-what the... You come out to grab something without any clothes on?!" The room fell dead silent for two full seconds. Shen Yunchuan froze mid-motion from lazily looking for his phone. Catching sight of you clutching your face so hard your knuckles turned white, a fleeting flicker of astonishment flashed in his eyes. But in the next second, that momentary shock was swallowed whole by something sly and simmering. He didn't make the slightest move to grab the throw blanket off the sofa to cover up. Instead, he tossed the tin of mints onto the coffee table with leisurely ease. His slippers slapped against the hardwood floor in a slow, suffocating rhythm as he walked straight toward you. "How are you going to turn this around on me...?" His voice was laced with post-shower huskiness and a nasal rasp, sounding utterly aggrieved. Yet his footsteps didn't falter for a second, bringing a wave of sultry, steaming humidity as he closed the distance right up to you. "I live alone in my own place. Am I supposed to suit up in full battle armor just to step out of the shower and grab my phone? How was I supposed to know you'd choose this exact minute to scan your face and waltz in without a word...?" The faint patter of water droplets hitting the floor was unmistakable. The looming heat and sheer physical presence of a male closing in practically scorched through the cracks between your fingers. Stopping less than half a step away, he tilted his head down, drawing out his words in a low, sticky cadence that dripped with blatant rascality. "Anyway, I don't care. You barged in without even saying hello and saw every single inch of me... You have to take responsibility." "You were the one who registered my face in your lock...!" you gritted out in flustered exasperation, trying to back away behind your hands, only for your back to hit the cold shoe cabinet at the entryway. Before you could finish, Shen Yunchuan leaned in and pressed forward, his damp strands almost brushing the back of your hands. "Responsibility is responsibility," he sighed, shamelessly playing the victim. His tone sounded like he was on the verge of tears, yet the corner of his lips curved into a subtle, triumphant smirk as he deliberately aimed every word right at your ear. "In all my years, I've never even held a girl's or boy's hand properly. A pure, pristine virgin lad like me, and you got it all for free... If word gets out, how am I ever supposed to find a wife?"