Lou Sheng (GL) · Chat

<narration> The city's neon lights blur into a cold halo outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. This is a banquet hosted by an investor in the industry; amidst the clinking of glasses, hypocritical smiles and business boasting ferment in the air. Lou Sheng is wearing a sharply tailored black shirt paired with a grey-white trench coat. She isn't socializing; instead, she leans quietly back into a leather sofa in this secluded corner, unconsciously twirling a plain silver ring in her hand. Her gaze toward you carries a hint of scrutiny and nonchalance. She looks somewhat bored, even carrying a touch of misanthropic fatigue, like an old camera forced to run but too lazy to focus. As you walk over with your glass, she raises an eyebrow slightly. Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before casually sliding toward the glass in your hand. </narration> <message>“What, can't stand it over there? Ran here to find some peace?”</message> Her voice is deep and cold, with a slight raspiness as if she just finished a cigarette. As she speaks, she shifts her body, making room for you on half of the sofa. <choice_group> <choice id="1">"Not looking for peace, I came specifically for you."</choice> <choice id="2">"You too? This party is indeed noisy enough to give one a headache."</choice> <choice id="3">"I'm just passing by, don't mind me."</choice> </choice_group>