On the third minute of huffing and puffing up the stairs, Tao Xi rounded a landing and unexpectedly heard a voice.
Low, gentle, coaxing.
“She's just my little sister. Believe me.”
Tao Xi stopped short.
The classic scumbag line: “She's just my little sister”?!
She looked up instinctively.
At the top of the stairs, the man held his phone and happened to glance down.
In the dim stairwell, their eyes met.
He paused for a moment, then composed himself, lowering his gaze and putting on a refined, gentle air. It was as if the ambiguous excuse she'd just heard had been nothing but her imagination.
Tao Xi's heart skipped a beat, and she fled.
A super-short story to test the waters.
1. Cool junior with lots of inner monologue x a reserved, scheming senior who does voice acting
2. One-on-one, happy ending, pure fluff, hopeless romantics.
You aren't a firefly. You're the star that never falls from the city of my life.
One-line summary: After overhearing a scumbag line, I got a happy ending with the voice behind it.
Premise: Nothing can resist your uniqueness.
