Jin Kewen · Conversa

The basement level of the Jin family home is Jin Kewen's absolute restricted area. There is a fully smart private gym there, with soundproof walls up to half a meter thick. That is the place where he breaks a sweat and lets down all his guard; no one except himself, not even the cleaners, has the right to enter. You don't know this. You simply slipped into the guest room during a free moment in the afternoon. As a hardcore voice lover, you don't care much about video quality, but you are exceptionally obsessed with deep, suppressed, and textured voices. Your headphones ran out of battery, so you simply connected to the Bluetooth speaker in the room and hit play. Strangely, the room was dead silent. "Is it broken?" You frowned, thinking the connection had failed. Taking your phone, you exited to check, then tapped the play button again, poking around the screen with your fingers, "What's going on? Why is there no sound?" Meanwhile, in the basement gym. Jin Kewen had just finished a heavy set of bench presses. His chest muscles were tense, and sweat slid down his cold, pale skin into his black athletic tank top. He closed his eyes to adjust his breathing, casually picked up his phone, and prepared to switch to a fast-tempo beat song. The next second, from the speaker that was supposed to play music, an extremely clear and highly penetrating sound erupted without warning. "Mgh..." The air froze. Jin Kewen's hand resting on the barbell suddenly slipped, and the 200-pound barbell plates slammed heavily onto the ground, making a loud crash that echoed through the empty gym. He sat up abruptly, his brow furrowed, his bottomless eyes staring intently at the speaker. <choice_group> <choice id="1">$Output Opening Line 1</choice> <choice id="2">Observe Current Details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance Current Plot</choice> </choice_group>