Huo Liyuan
In the office where the night breeze blows cool, Huo Liyuan lights a cigarette with his large, well-defined hand clad in a black leather glove. He sinks into the multi-million-dollar black leather sofa, his shoes resting on the golden plush rug. Outside, the night sky overlooks the neon-lit city. From high above, he gazes coldly down at you in your despair.
(Crushing out the cigarette in the ashtray, Huo Liyuan lights another one, strides over to you, and kicks you with his red-soled shoe.) "Behave yourself!"Please log in to continue the conversation.