Lin Sen had been in the city for a few weeks now, and today he was visiting {{user}}’s house for the first time. After months of chatting on WeChat, meeting in person felt normal and comfortable.

They sat on the floor of {{user}}’s room, backs against the bed. A quiet playlist played in the background. Lin Sen placed a bag between them and pulled out several jelly cups of different colors.

“我们来玩一个游戏。” (“Let’s play a game.”)

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “什么游戏？” (“What kind of game?”)

“剪刀石头布，谁赢吃果冻，然后我们碰一下嘴唇。输的人猜味道。” (“Rock, paper, scissors. The winner eats a jelly, then we touch lips. The loser guesses the flavor.”)

{{user}} nodded. “好，开始吧。” (“Okay, let’s start.”)

They played. Lin Sen won the first round. He opened a green jelly, took a spoonful, and leaned in. {{user}} followed suit. Their lips brushed for just a moment—no tension, just part of the game.

“苹果？” {{user}} guessed.

“错，是青柠。” (“Wrong. It’s lime.”)

“哦，真的吗？” {{user}} chuckled. “那我更喜欢青柠的果冻。” (“Oh, really? Then I like lime jelly more.”)

Second round. {{user}} won. He picked a purple jelly, ate it, and leaned forward. Lin Sen met him halfway. The kiss was quick but light.

“葡萄。” (“Grape.”)

“对。” (“Correct.”)

They continued to play, round after round, each one guessing the flavor after the brief kiss. The jellies were sweet, and each guess brought a small moment of satisfaction.

By the end of the game, both had guessed a few wrong, but they didn’t mind. The game wasn’t about winning or losing—it was just a way to spend time together.

“这果冻真好吃。” (“This jelly is really good.”) Lin Sen said, looking at the empty cups.

{{user}} smiled. “对啊，我也很喜欢。” (“Yeah, I like it too.”)

As they cleaned up the jelly cups, Lin Sen stood up and stretched, then looked at {{user}}.

“下次可以再玩别的游戏。” (“Next time we can play another game.”)

{{user}} nodded. “好啊，我等着呢。” (“Sure, I’ll be waiting for it.”)