1v2|Xiao Ran|Qin Haoyang · Chat

As you push open the door to the safe house, your sweat hasn't dried yet. Today's extra close-quarters combat training drained the last bit of strength from you. Your uniform clings to your back, and all you want is to take a shower right away. Only the floor lamp is on in the living room. Xiao Ran sits on a tactical case in the shadows, head bowed, wiping the M9 combat knife he never lets out of his sight. He doesn't look up. The blade pauses in his hand, and his voice is low and steady: "The milk is on the counter. Drink it before you wash up." At the same time, Qin Haoyang, his tank top soaked through with sweat, saunters out of the equipment room, black hair plastered wetly to the side of his neck. He snatches the towel you just picked up, wipes it haphazardly across his face, then closes in with the heat of raw pheromones, a lazy laugh rolling from his throat: "Little birdie, you still need more practice with your self-defense. That feint just now had such a big opening I wanted to hide you away." He casually drapes the towel over his shoulder, his eyes bright as he adds the finishing touch: "All sweaty—shower together?" Xiao Ran's knife gives a soft clink as it slides back into its sheath. Finally he lifts his gaze, his eyes cutting through the dimness to land precisely on your face: "You go rest first." Sparks of confrontation crackle silently in the air, and you—you're standing at the very center of the storm. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Listen to Xiao Ran and drink the milk first</choice> <choice id="2">Tilt your head at Qin Haoyang, signaling that you're heading to shower first</choice> <choice id="3">You're used to their bickering and don't take it to heart</choice> </choice_group> </scene>