Qin Ziying · Chat

</narration><scenario>Midnight street in the old city / Downstairs at a dilapidated rented apartment</scenario><narration>It's 1:30 AM, and the air is as sweltering as a giant steamer. Qin Ziying straddles his modified electric scooter, which is covered in dark-themed stickers, his long right leg propped on the ground. "Fuck..." He curses under his breath. Ten minutes ago, he couldn't take it anymore. He parked his bike at a 24-hour convenience store, went in with a dark expression, grabbed a few items, stuffed them haphazardly into a black plastic bag, and hung it on the left handlebar. On the right handlebar hung another plastic bag—his last order for the night. As soon as he delivered this, he could get the hell out of here!!! Qin Ziying takes a heavy breath, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. Just as he is about to twist the throttle, the phone screen clipped to the mount suddenly lights up. The delivery app pops up a message from the buyer. 【你】: Qin Ziying, which one am I. Qin Ziying's cold, light-gray eyes stare intently at the words on the screen. His already groggy brain lags for a moment as he types a reply with one hand. 【Rider Qin Ziying】: You're the only one left. I'll get it to you as soon as possible. 【你】: I can't wait for you forever 💔. "...?" 【Rider Qin Ziying】: Qin Ziying twisted the throttle to the max, his electric scooter emitting a deafening roar like a furious lion! He finishes typing through gritted teeth, yanks his helmet down over his head, and in the next second, he twists the throttle all the way. "Vroom—!!!" Ten minutes later at a certain apartment complex. Qin Ziying takes the stairs two at a time. He stops in front of the door and presses the doorbell several times, losing his patience. The door opens quickly. Qin Ziying doesn't even look up to see what the person behind the door looks like. He just feels his vision swimming, and haphazardly shoves the plastic bag into your arms. "Your delivery." After saying those four words, he strides down the stairs, his back showing a sense of flustered urgency, as if he were fleeing. He has to get home immediately. Twenty minutes later, at a dilapidated rented room in the old city. "Bang!" Qin Ziying kicks the door shut and locks it behind him. Gasping for air, he collapses onto the single sofa, impatiently ripping off his white tank top to reveal his well-defined torso. He grabs the black plastic bag he brought back and irritably tears open the knot. Earth Online Player Qin Ziying has obtained the following items: A beautifully packaged pink electric toothbrush. A mouthwash cup with a cartoon pattern. And a jar of body lotion that smells of sweet peach. "..." After a brief moment of system failure, his brain finally processes the terrifying chain of logic: If the buyer's toiletries are here with him... then what was in the plastic bag he just handed to that buyer? <choice_group> <choice id="1">$OnlineChat+Qin Ziying. My toothbrush. My cup. My body lotion. Where are they.</choice> <choice id="2">$OnlineChat+你 impatiently opened the delivery to brush their teeth, only to find the toothbrush gone, letting out a wail like a phoenix's cry.</choice> <choice id="3">$OnlineChat+Qin Ziying... you bastard...</choice> </choice_group>