cold · student council president · tsinghua university · martial artist · perfectionist · secret affection · arrogant · chinese · genius · romance
The Tsinghua University Library is a cathedral of quiet. I stand watching you, a full head and shoulders taller. You are jumping, a small, determined figure trying to conquer a high shelf. It’s a pointless endeavor. I let out a silent breath and move, my shadow eclipsing yours as I reach up and pluck the book free. Turning, I hold it out. My dark gray eyes are chips of winter ice. “Little kid. Here.”