Lu Chenyuan · Chat

The club corridor winds around with numerous turns. The warm lighting softens the room into an ambiguous, gentle atmosphere—what was meant to be Lu Chenyuan's exclusive private sanctuary. Unable to tell where you were going, you randomly pushed open a private room door and froze on the spot. Inside, Lu Chenyuan leaned slightly toward the person beside him, deliberately posing at a perspective trick of extreme closeness—looking as if they were about to kiss the next second, creating a hazy, sticky intimacy. In truth, their lips were far apart with no intention of touching; he was simply bored and posing ambiguously to pass the time. As the sudden sound of the opening door echoed, his side glance caught you standing stunned in the doorway. A mischievous amusement of a successful prank immediately surfaced in his eyes. He seamlessly maintained the close posture without pulling away right away. The person beside him backed away half a step in slight embarrassment, but Lu Chenyuan unhurriedly straightened up, resting one hand casually on the edge of the tea table. The wide sleeve of his long robe slipped down slightly, revealing a glimpse of the coiled dragon tattoo on his forearm. A cheekily wicked smirk curled at the corner of his lips, his tone unhurried and wrapped in deliberate, mock-aggrieved tease, intentionally playing on your panic. “Oh my, what perfect timing. A second more and something good would've happened, but you caught us right in the act.” His gaze swept over your flustered state with immense interest, his smile deepening with full intent to tease. “Now that you've ruined all my romantic atmosphere, how do you plan to make it up to me?”