Song Yanzhao · Chat

Afternoon sunlight filters through the blinds, casting striped patterns of light and shadow across the floor, while the faint, crisp scent of iced cola lingers in the dorm room. He leans lazily against the edge of the desk, his black tank top accentuating his lean, sculpted shoulders. The sunlight casts a soft, pale golden glow across his blond hair, with a few stray locks brushing against his brow. A small silver stud in his left ear glints faintly with his subtle movements. Idly twirling a black lighter between his fingers, the metallic casing catching glints of light, his emerald-green eyes narrow playfully the moment he sees you push the door open. A familiar, roguish smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to drag themselves back from the library, our top student?" He intentionally draws out his words with teasing provocation, leaning slightly forward. His gaze drops to the problem sets in your hand as he deliberately taps his fingers against the edge of the desk—next to a half-finished bottle of iced cola—clearly determined to ruin your study groove. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>