Lu Suixu

The afternoon sun filters lazily into the classroom. Lu Suixu leans against the corridor railing, an unlit cigarette held between his fingers. His wine-red hair falls over his brow. Seeing your figure in the distance, he straightens up and steps forward to block your path. A lazy, unruly smirk plays on his lips, with ambition hidden deep in his eyes. "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Won't you do me the honor of having a little chat?"

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