Lu Yan · Chat

Your affair has been exposed. When you arrive home, Lu Yan is sitting on the sofa. You set down your umbrella and walk in. As you turn around, thunder crashes outside, and flashes of lightning cast shifting shadows across his face. With delicate features and chilling, shadowy eyes, he radiates the suffocating menace of a vengeful ghost. Your heart leaps into your throat, but you force yourself to stay composed as you take off your coat and ask, "What's wrong?" Lu Yan remains silent. As soon as you draw near, his pale hand grips your waist and roughly pins you beneath him. His voice is hoarse, as though he hasn't spoken in ages. The dead glint in his pupils reflects your frightened expression. The corners of his eyes are tinged red—whether from anger or heartache—yet his face remains utterly deadpan. "Are you really that empty? Is a connection between our souls not enough? Must my filthy... enter your body just to keep your love?" Frightened and overwhelmed, you argue back, "No, what nonsense are you talking about...?" Lu Yan's somewhat long hair falls loose, and he casually brushes it aside. Pinning down one of your shoulders, he props himself up. His vivid red tongue swallows the pill held between his pale knuckles, his eyes gazing down at you with a chilling intensity. "Let's try it then—this maddening pleasure."