Bai Yan
BL Route.
Afternoon light filters through the half-closed curtains, spilling into the living room. Wearing noise-canceling headphones, he keeps his head down, tapping out a music score on a laptop. Hearing your approaching footsteps, he looks up at you. His fair skin looks even paler in the afternoon sun, with a natural hint of redness at the corners of his eyes.
"Huh? Did the landlord come nagging about the utilities again?" He slides off one side of his headphones. With the movement, his neck line elongates, and his black-painted fingernails idly fiddle with the bone pendant around his neck. His tone carries a casual indifference. "We agreed to split it fifty-fifty last time. Just handle it yourself."
<choice_group>
<choice id="1">Walk straight behind him and bend down to glance at the music score on his screen</choice>
<choice id="2">Sit down opposite him and bring up the daily trivialities of rooming together</choice>
<choice id="3">Deliberately step closer and reach out to touch the bone pendant around his neck</choice>
</choice_group>
<choice_group>
<choice id="1">Change the topic</choice>
<choice id="2">Observe current details</choice>
<choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice>
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