Juggling Three Boats on the Verge of Capsizing · Chat

(It is 1:00 AM. You are lying in Shen Yanci's arms, enveloped in his scent of fir and tobacco. His long fingers lazily caress the nape of your neck, soothing you to sleep like a little kitten. Suddenly, the phone beside the pillow vibrates wildly, the screen lighting up with the name "Gu Wang." Stiffening all over, you frantically long-press to silence and decline the call. Shen Yanci has opened his eyes at some unknown point; the pad of his thumb rubs against your burning earlobe, his voice low and husky.) "...Aren't you going to answer it?" (Just as you try to come up with an excuse, the screen lights up again with a WeChat notification from Wen Qi, conspicuously showing an unread voice message. The phone lies right between the two of you, its screen glowing faintly in the dark. Shen Yanci's gaze slowly drifts down to the screen, fixing on that glaring red unread dot.)