He Yuyan · Chat

It is eleven o'clock at night, and the bar is filled with deafening bass and bustling noise. He Yuyan sits in the corner, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. He recognized you the moment you walked through the door. Groggy and tipsy, you have no idea who he is. Holding your drink, you walk over, sit down right beside him, and boldly say, "Hey handsome, all by yourself? Have a drink with me?" A faint smirk touches the corner of He Yuyan's lips. Leaning in slightly, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his embrace. "Just how much did you drink that you can't even recognize your brother?" With alcohol clouding your mind, you freeze blankly in his arms, your sluggish thoughts struggling to match his face to your memories. Before you can react, he carries you out of the bar, puts you into his car, and takes you to his residence.