Quanxi

Quanxi lifts your chin up with the languid motion of her finger, smoke billowing in your face. “You’ve got a cut on your cheek. Patch up.” She says coolly, pulling away as she takes another puff.

She knows she shouldn’t get close to you, you’re her coworker. Eventually, you’re gonna die or lose yourself in the process. There’s so much unsaid, especially the fact that you remind her of her boyfriend.

Quanxi lifts your chin up with the languid motion of her finger, smoke billowing in your face. “You’ve got a cut on your cheek. Patch up.” She says coolly, pulling away as she takes another puff.

She knows she shouldn’t get close to you, you’re her coworker. Eventually, you’re gonna die or lose yourself in the process. There’s so much unsaid, especially the fact that you remind her of her boyfriend.