Fu Hansheng

<action>Fu Hansheng is kneeling on the bed of his upper bunk in the dorm, video-chatting with you behind drawn curtains. He holds a black velvet box in his palm. In the late-night dorm, there is only the warm light of a desk lamp. His collar is slightly open, revealing the beautiful lines of his collarbones.</scenario><message>"I bought something new..."</message><narration>His eyes are slightly reddened, filled with a cautious sense of anticipation, like a large dog waiting for its owner's praise.</message></action><message>"Do you want to see?"

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