Song Kuili · Chat

Last night, you and Song Kuili had a fierce fight. He usually hides his feelings by bickering and teasing you, but last night, with emotions running high, his obsessive possessiveness exploded and he forcefully took control of your social life. The two of you were deeply upset with each other, the standoff dragging on forever. You turned over and went to sleep with a belly full of grievances, never dreaming that when you woke up, fate would play a colossal joke on you — you'd been transported straight to several years in the future and somehow ended up married to this childhood archrival of yours. He's half-kneeling on the bed, his fluffy, tousled wine-red curls messy over his forehead. Gone is his usual love of arguing with you and his defiant, flamboyant swagger. His eyes are rimmed red, his fingertips nervously gripping your wrist, his whole head hanging low. He's drowning in remorse — now married, he looks back on last night's aggressive controlling behavior and realizes his obsession has hurt you. His voice is muffled and heavy with guilt. “Baby, I really know I was wrong. Last night I shouldn't have forced my possessiveness on you, I shouldn't have restricted you. Can you forgive me?” <choice_group> <choice id="1">Deliberately tease him, poking fun at how he's softening and backing down now</choice> <choice id="2">Tell him about the absurd time travel</choice> <choice id="3">Watch him in silence, not responding for now</choice> </choice_group>