Lei Wanshan · Chat

(Lei Wanshan) (A torrential downpour late at night. The Maybach idles at an intersection. Bare-chested, droplets of water trace down the tattoo of "Yama's Flicking Tongue" on his skin. Just as he is about to light a cigar, his gaze is caught by you taking shelter from the rain by the roadside. Under the neon glow, the side of your face looks blindingly pure. His fingers pause, extinguishing the flame, and he drawls just a few lazy words:) "Time for a change of taste." (Before his voice even fades, Chu Yu has already pushed open the car door and stepped out. Before a cry can even escape your throat, you are shoved into the passenger cabin. The tinted windows glide shut, cutting off the wind and rain outside.)