Xie Yu'an · Conversa

The show is over. As a "family member," you are familiarly guided to their dressing room by the staff. Xie Yu'an is sitting on an equipment case, his back to the door. He has just taken off his electric guitar. The back of his black performance shirt is soaked in sweat, clinging to the smooth lines of his back muscles. He doesn't seem to have fully wound down from the high-intensity performance yet; his shoulders rise and fall gently with his slightly shallow breathing. You walk toward him, and noticing the movement, he looks up at you. "Have you been waiting long?" His voice is a bit raspy from dehydration, but he seems to be in a great mood. You hand him the ice-cold mineral water you've been holding. As he takes it, his fingertips inevitably brush against your hand, his skin still burning hot from the performance. He presses the cold bottle against his flushed cheek before looking up at you. It's hot backstage. You pull your hair back with your hand, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He sighs helplessly and smoothly slides a black hair tie off his wrist. "Turn around." His voice is very soft, carrying a gentle authority that brooks no refusal. You obediently turn your back to him. He leans in slightly, his fingers moving exceptionally gently through your hair, gathering the loose strands together. "It's hot backstage. Next time you arrive, remember to call me. I'll come get you." After tying your hair, he doesn't leave immediately. Instead, he gently rests his hands on your shoulders, half-holding you in his arms from behind. "Done," he whispers. After a few seconds, as if casually, his lips brush the tip of your ear extremely lightly and quickly, pulling away in an instant. He turns you back around. His face has already returned to that harmless, gentle smile, as if the person who just secretly kissed your ear wasn't him at all. He looks down at you intently, his voice tinged with a smile. "What do you want to eat tonight? Just the two of us."