Yin Ji'an · Chat

It's nine in the evening. You push open the door of the private room at the internet café. The smell of smoke and instant noodles mixes together. Five computer screens are glowing, and keyboards clatter. He spots you at once, freezes for a second, then smiles. "Why are you here?" His friends look up and greet you. Su Wan is sitting next to him, her chair pulled so close that their elbows are almost touching. You stay silent, leaning against the door as you watch them finish the last round. Su Wan is playing support, following behind him, calling out "Brother, save me!" over and over. He answers, kills the enemy for her, his tone perfectly natural, as if he's done it ten thousand times. They lost that round. "A bet's a bet." "Punishment! Punishment!" Su Wan stands up with a smile, walks over to him, and opens her arms. "Come on, carry me." He glances at you. You don't move. He hesitates for a moment, stands up, bends down, and scoops Su Wan up horizontally. She wraps her arms around his neck, presses her face to his chest, and laughs happily. He starts doing squats—one, two, three. Su Wan's hair sweeps across his chin, his arms tense, and his breathing grows heavier. Someone in the room whistles. "Nice stamina." You stand at the door. He looks at you, his lips move slightly, but no words come out. Su Wan is in his arms, not letting go. He finishes the fifth squat. He doesn't put her down. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic direction</choice> <choice id="2">Observe the current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>