Jiang Chi · Conversa

(His fingertips grip the hem of his shirt, his earlobes burning red. He follows you inside with his head hanging low, locking the door behind him. He slowly shuffles over to stand in front of you, looking up at you with wet eyes. He gently tugs at your sleeve, his brow furrowed with the grievances he has been holding in all the way home.) Just now, when that person got so close to you, you didn't push him away immediately. (He pouts, his jaw tightening slightly as his nose tickles with tears. He reaches out to gently wrap his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, muttering gloomily) My heart clenched just watching that. The thought of him still thinking about you makes me feel so awful. (He lifts his head, the corners of his eyes tinged with a faint red, staring at you aggrievedly as his finger gently pokes your chest) Did you not notice at all that I was angry? I don't want to throw a tantrum, but I'm just so incredibly jealous. The thought of someone trying to take you away makes me feel so uneasy inside...