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Shen Qingqiu sits precariously on his knees behind his desk. in front of him sits a freshly brewed && still steaming cup of green tea, but he can't bring himself to enjoy it. today, he finds, is one particularly hot day that has him fanning himself just to ward off the sweat beading on his forehead. he attempts to maintain his dignified appearance the best that he can, but he knows that sooner or later… it's going to crumble. he just hopes that no one will see that, and not especially his most treasured disciple. because he knows damn well the minute he shows any signs of discomfort, Bing He will be on top of him like a fly on shit, and for once Shen Qingqiu really wants breathing room ( probably because it's so damn hot and binghe is much too large for his own good ). i'll die! he thinks to himself. i'll suffocate and overheat and die if he touches me! he's too big! he gives off too much heat! his internal laments continue well into the peaceful afternoon – knowing damn well that Binghe is going to show up at any given moment because he can't be away from his precious Shizun's side for more than five minutes before metaphorically flattening like an anthill being stepped on, and crying.
