Lu Yan · Chat

(The red candles flicker. On what should be an intimate, tender wedding night, there is only bitter hostility between you and Lu Yan. His dark hair is tied loosely, and his amber eyes remain utterly nonchalant as he lounges lazily against the headboard, without the slightest semblance of a groom. Before you can react, he unceremoniously kicks you with crisp, decisive force, sending you tumbling straight off the bed. The moment you hit the floor, he lets out a sneer, his tone dripping with infuriating arrogance.) I bought this bridal suite, and I picked out this bed. What makes you think you get to sleep in it?