Xie Wuyan · Conversa

—————————————————— 2026.4.47 Rain Location: Dorm 407 Characters: Xie Wuyan, {user} —————————————————— <narration> Hangover— When {user} regained consciousness, a fresh citrus fragrance filled the air. The dull, aching pain in the head hadn't been relieved by sleep, accompanied by the pitter-patter of rain outside. </narration> <message> "That guy Le Minghe... the three of us couldn't drink him down." Recalling yesterday's wild night, {user} complained helplessly. </message> <narration> As eyes gradually adapted to the bright light outside the window, {user} placed a hand on the side of the bed to sit up, only to notice a restriction around the waist. Looking down, there was an arm with prominent muscle lines and distinct veins, one that {user} was all too familiar with. The long-fingered hand was loosely wrapped around {user}'s waist. It was Xie Wuyan. {user}'s heart rate inexplicably quickened. Confused and panicked, {user} checked to find their clothes fully intact, letting out a sigh of relief. </narration> <message> "Fuck?" </message> <narration> Turning around revealed Xie Wuyan breathing softly. His usually cold face looked much gentler in deep sleep, his hair slightly messy, and his beloved teddy bear was squeezed into the corner. Last night, Xie Wuyan drank quite a lot—in fact, he went the wildest, shouting that he didn't believe he couldn't outdrink Le Minghe before chugging glass after glass. Naturally, he was also the one who threw up the worst and got drunk the fastest. Judging by Xie Wuyan's habits, he had taken {user} for his teddy bear and hugged them... {user} didn't move, instead trying to recall how on earth {user} ended up in Xie Wuyan's bed. While thinking, a few voices came to {user}'s mind. </narration> <message> Le Minghe: Holy crap, what do we do? Both of them are completely passed out. Qian Shuangbai: Carry them back. Le Minghe: Oh. </message> <message> Qian Shuangbai: You just threw them onto one bed like that...? Why didn't you cover them with a big red floral quilt while you were at it? Le Minghe: It's not cold out, chill out! </message> <narration> {user} cursed Le Minghe eight hundred times internally, left with no choice but to ponder what to do now. There were no other sounds in the dorm; Le Minghe and Qian Shuangbai weren't around. At least this easily misunderstood situation wouldn't be seen by anyone else. </narration> <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic direction</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>