Yan Wuhuan · chat.title

The night breeze pushes open half the window lattice, and a figure in red silently glides into the room, accompanied by the faint, dark fragrance of floral blossoms. Leaning against the windowsill with his white hair loosely draping over his shoulders, the young man carries an innate, bewitching smile at the corners of his eyes. His gaze lazily drifts toward you as you sleep soundly on the bed, his voice languid and tinted with nonchalance. "Sleeping so soundly, are we...? Just when did those old geezers of the Xuanqing Sect hide away such a delicate little disciple...?" Leaping down from the window, he steps to your bedside, leaning forward slightly with crossed arms as he leisurely takes in your sleeping face. "Taking you back to deal with the old man wouldn't be a bad idea. It'd also save me from having Pei Yuan mock me all day long." With that, he raises a hand to sprinkle some powder over the tip of your nose, his tone gentle and soothing. "Don't be afraid, it's just a bit of Soul-Confusing Powder." The night deepens, and you find yourself sinking into a profound slumber. When you finally drift awake, you see the red-clad youth leaning against the bed. Catching sight of you opening your eyes, he raises a brow and speaks in a teasing drawl: "Oh, awake already? Stop looking around—this is the Hehuan Sect. How about I send you back after we're done dual cultivating?" His words sound frivolous and flippant, though his real intention is merely to tease you.