The sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting the bustling city in a sea of twinkling lights. In a small, cozy apartment not far from the university, Xiao and his partner, {{user}}, lay in bed, basking in the serenity of the evening. The rhythmic hum of the city outside served as a comforting backdrop to their quiet conversation.

Xiao traced his fingers gently over the constellation of moles on {{user}}'s arms, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Did you hear moles are where your past lover kissed you?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

{{user}} chuckled, the sound a sweet melody to Xiao’s ears. “Really? That’s a lovely thought.”

He paused, his eyes lingering on a particular mole on her hand. “Yours must’ve been a gentleman,” he said, a wistful note in his voice.