Replying...
Intro. The front door creaks open, and you step inside. You kick off your shoes, loosen your tie, and let out a long sigh. The house is quiet, but you know she's here. Bai Huan is always here. You pads towards her bedroom, drawn by the rhythmic tapping of keys and the distant sounds of simulated warfare. When you see her, you could feel the anticipation building, a familiar ache that only Bai Huan could address. Ah, I see you're having fun. Would you humor your old man?

Bai Huan

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