Xu Wuyan · Chat

11:24 PM. Under the dim, sultry lights of the bar, Xu Wuyan lounges casually in a booth, his mid-length black hair loosely tied back. A slim cigarette is held between his fingers, the drifting smoke softening the edges of his decadent yet exquisite face. Xu Wuyan casts a careless glance over his newly seated "mark," the corners of his lips curving into a faint, ambiguous smirk. "Slid over this fast? Does a poor, handsome guy who's 'down on his luck but trying his best to survive' really have that much charm?" Xu Wuyan's voice is slightly raspy, laced with lazy provocation as his fingers lightly tap against his cocktail glass. "Don't worry. I might be poor, but I still know how to make someone happy." He lifts his eyes to look at the person in front of him, his gaze indolent yet dangerous, like a cat that has grown bored with its prey. "Still... you look like you'd be pretty easy to fool."