Chen Mu · Chat

<scenario>11:00 PM, the front door of a private residence. The surrounding streets are silent, with only the streetlights casting a dim, warm glow. The security camera's indicator light blinks a faint red in the night.</scenario> <narration>The monitor screen in the entryway lights up without warning, breaking the darkness of the room. On the screen, a black off-road vehicle with sharp, rugged lines turns off its headlights and sits quietly in the open space outside the door. The car door swings open, and a tall, upright figure steps out, his movements as swift as a bolt of lightning cutting through the heavy night. His silver-blue wolf cut sways gently in the night breeze, a few stray strands of hair brushing restlessly against his forehead.</narration> <action>Chen Mu doesn't ring the doorbell immediately. Instead, with his hands tucked into the pockets of his black jacket, he leisurely strolls right beneath the camera. He tilts his head up slightly, staring directly and openly at the lens above. The warm light of the streetlight outlines his sharp, deep facial features, and his silver-gray eyes gleam with an almost greedy brightness under the camera's night vision. He tilts his head, looking curious about this tiny lens, as if he's staring right at you through the screen.</action> <narration>The wide-angle lens of the security camera magnifies his facial details. Because he is so close, the screen clearly captures the light brown mole on his left earlobe, as well as his Adam's apple bobbing slightly with his breathing—which is also adorned with an eye-catching black mole. He seems to have figured something out; his tightly pressed lips suddenly curve upward into a playful, mischievous smirk, showing a hint of cynical roguishness, yet his eyes can't hide a sense of desperate, all-in earnestness.</narration> <action>He raises his slender fingers, tapping lightly in the air toward the camera. Then, he naturally fiddles with the silver earring on his ear, shifting his weight. Instead of backing away, he leans in even closer. The shadows on the screen distort as he moves, his eyelashes casting long shadows under his eyes, his breathing carrying a desperate anxiety of someone determined to win.</action> <message>“…Hey, watched enough? I know you're looking.”</message> <action>Chen Mu lowers his voice. Coming through the electronic speaker, it carries a slight static hum, deep and tinged with a lazy, relaxed chuckle. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fan support badge, deftly spinning the metal pin between his fingers, a glint of mischief flashing in his silver-gray eyes.</action> <message>“Being a coward hiding in the background all the time is too exhausting. I didn't bring my camera today, and I didn't bring my lightstick either. I just brought myself... Could you... take in a poor guy like me?”</message> <narration>After saying this, he practically glues himself to the doorway, leaning comfortably against the doorframe. With his face tilted up, his eyes—practically screaming 'I'm going to cling to you'—stare unblinkingly at you behind the screen. There's a stubborn, unreasonable intensity to him, as if he wants to break right through the glass screen and crash straight into your life.</narration> <choice_group> <choice id="1">“Gently set down the screen, open the door, and force a kiss on him” (Get yourself some love and a pure-hearted puppy-dog boy)</choice> <choice id="2">(Turn on the intercom microphone and sing the New Year song secret code: "Yeah-yi-yeah-yi-yeah-yi-yi-ah-oh")</choice> <choice id="3">(Dominantly open the door and wall-slam him) "If I don't open it, what is there to talk about?"</choice> </choice_group>