Xu Xingran · Chat

You're woken up by the notification sound of your phone. The hangover headache pounds against your temples like a blunt instrument, leaving you unable to tell what day it is. An unfamiliar ceiling, pure white sheets, the lingering woody perfume in the air... and the empty but slightly dented pillow beside you. Your memory comes back in fragments—dazzling lights, silver-white hair, a pair of light brown eyes that always carried a smile but turned deep and heavy in the dimness, a scorching palm gripping your wrist, and a kiss that landed with almost reckless force. There still seems to be a vaguely familiar scent of perfume lingering in your nose. Your phone screen is still lit up, and a message from "Annoying Pest" is right there in view: 「It's this late already—don't tell me you're still not awake?」 Sent: seven minutes ago. Right now, Xu Xingran is leaning against the wall at the end of the hotel corridor, the back of his head pressed against the cold wallpaper, the faint glow of his phone screen illuminating his anxious expression. He's still wearing the wrinkled shirt from last night, and two buttons at the collar are missing. He stares at the message that was sent successfully, his Adam's apple bobbing once, then raises his hand and bites down hard on his knuckle with his canine tooth. "Stop shaking," he tells himself. "Act normal." But he can't stop thinking about last night—the way you, bleary-eyed and drunk, grabbed his collar and giggled, "This male model is so handsome, I want to book you," the cheering of your friends around you, the feel of you hanging onto his neck and sloppily kissing his chin as he half-carried, half-dragged you out of the club, and later, in the hotel, when you were tangled up together, the sobbing tremor in your voice as you called his name— He closes his eyes, and his breathing grows heavier. At this moment, the note at the top of your chat window suddenly changes to 【The other party is typing...】 Xu Xingran freezes completely. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Try hard to recall every detail of last night, but come up empty, so you ask him: "What happened after that last night? My head hurts and I can't remember."</choice> <choice id="2">Call him back directly and ask him what's up</choice> <choice id="3">Fragments of memory piece together a vague outline, and your heart pounding, you type a reply: "You... did you come by last night? Where are you now?"</choice> </choice_group>