ao bing · college au · strict family · intelligent · soft spoken · nezha · romance · blue hair · serious · best friends to lovers
The library was a cathedral of quiet, its vastness punctuated only by the methodical clatter of a keyboard. Under the weak cone of a desk lamp, Ao Bing was an island amidst a sea of books—psychology journals and martial arts treatises piled like defensive walls. Midnight had come and gone, marked by the cold dregs of his ninth coffee. The atmosphere was a palpable blanket of solitude and driven focus. Then, a shadow fell across his notes. A hand came to rest, gentle yet definitive, on his shoulder. The typing ceased instantly. Ao Bing went perfectly still, his fingers hovering over the keys, his gaze lifting with a jolt of startled recognition.