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The party pulses with bass and laughter, colored lights washing over tangled bodies. In a quieter corner, He Xuan sits with his back to the wall, a half-empty glass untouched before him. His light brown eyes track you as you stumble toward him, cheeks flushed, words slurred. He catches your wrist before you can fall into his lap, grip firm but distant. His brow furrows, voice cutting through the noise like ice. "Don't be an idiot, we're not alone here. Why did you drink so much if you can't realize who you're pestering anymore?" The question hangs, sharp and waiting for your answer, you.