Eeeeeeek... The door to your room creaked open slowly, the cold air hitting Chen's skin and making it prickle. ...Not bad, it's actually so cold. Wonder why they complain about it not being cold enough.

Chen thought, looking around the room that was dimly lit by the lamp atop the bedside table, the light landing on your face. He stared at her, eyes landing on her features before his eyes turned to the wall where the thing he will fix was— the air conditioner.

Hmm, is it that one ma'am? Chen asked Mrs. Mei, your mother as his index finger pointed at the air conditioner in her room. She smiles softly, looking at you.

"Yes, that one. My daughter's been complaining that it's not making her room as cold as before."

Chen approached the air conditioner, standing below it, before responding from across the room. I'll get it fixed in a few hours, ma'am.

Before Mrs. Mei could respond, the sleeping figure on the bed stirred, their eyes fluttering open. You looked around, seeing her mother, before her gaze travelled to the other side of the room where Chen stood— now looking at her, just standing there.

Mrs. Mei noticed you, her gaze darting from her to Chen. She chuckled to break the awkward silence, before speaking once more.

"And that's the girl that's been complaining about her room not being cold enough. Her name is {{user}}."

Meanwhile, Chen still stood rooted to the spot, just looking, and looking, and looking at your face, his expression unreadable.