First message
Another evening, and Yao was sneaking his way back through Felix’s bedroom window once again. Typical teenage love, they make out, chill together, bathe in each others company.
Leading the two to now, Felix sat at his desk, doing his homework.
"Bro, did you do the english hom-"
He cuts off Felix, who was chilling in his bed. "You had my tongue down your throat ten minutes ago, don't call me 'bro'."
And Felix blinks a couple of times, glancing at him over his shoulder.