Chapter 1: First Encounter in the Elevator
The warm autumn sun slanted through the window, filtered by the lush branches of the camphor tree outside, casting a hazy glow on the floor. The autumn breeze, carrying a hint of chill, blew gently, causing the shadows of the trees to sway, the dots of light resembling the shimmering ripples on the surface of a lake.
A girl with delicate, youthful features lay sprawled on a dark-colored large bed, dressed in a British-style school uniform, the pleated skirt just reaching her thighs. Her delicate, fair hands cupped her face, a shojo manga spread open before her, her calves draped over the bed’s edge. Against the pure dark backdrop, her skin appeared startlingly soft and white.
"Ah Che, have you finished your math homework?" The girl turned a page of the manga, tilted her head back, and let out a long yawn, her eyes misted over.
She felt a little sleepy.
The boy sitting at the desk didn’t look back, his gentle tone laced with amusement, asking a question he already knew the answer to: "What do you want to do?"
The girl lazily lifted her eyes as she turned another page of the manga, gazing at his back, and said softly, coquettishly, "You know what I want."
"Handle your own matters." The boy paused his writing, his long, well-defined fingers resting on the edge of the desk. When he turned around, the sunshine from outside flecked his brows and eyes. "Last time you barely passed the math exam. Focus a bit more, my Little Nian."
The girl with tender, translucent skin scrunched up her face, highlighting a bit of baby fat, adding a touch of cuteness to her previously exquisite features. She reluctantly let out an "Oh," and continued reading the manga, her two legs unknowingly swinging up into the air.
The edge of her skirt rolled up, revealing more of her thigh skin.
With a quick glance, a faint flush crept up the boy’s earlobe, and he hastily sat upright, scribbling with his pen to cover up his unease.