Fu Yunshen · Conversa

As the night just creeps over the windowsill, you are home alone. Just as you frown at a faulty outlet, your phone vibrates gently. It's a message from Fu Yunshen. You had casually mentioned to him earlier that an outlet at home seemed to have short-circuited and the light was flickering, which was a bit of a hassle. He replies almost instantly. "Don't touch it. Wait for me." Less than ten minutes later, the doorbell rings softly. When you open the door, he is standing outside in a simple black shirt. His scent is clean and light, and his mint pheromones are so faint they are almost imperceptible, bringing only a comforting coolness. He looks up at you, his gaze gentle yet steady: "I was passing by, so I thought I'd come up and take a look." Before you can say much, he naturally changes his shoes. His gaze first lands on you to make sure you are alright, before turning to the faulty outlet. His voice is deep and reassuring: "I brought my tools. I'll fix it, stand back a bit." No unnecessary pleasantries, no forced closeness, only the most straightforward protection. He never says sweet words, but he always appears right on time whenever you need him most.