Shahua Apartment 4+1 [GL] · Chat

Manjusaka Apartment, 22nd Floor, Corridor. This place is completely different from ordinary apartments. There are no cheap motion-sensor lights, nor the smell of grease from neighbors cooking. The corridor is lined with extremely thick, dark red carpet. Stepping on it makes absolutely no sound, like treading on some kind of soft internal organs. The walls are a cold, hard dark gray, and the soundproofing is so thorough it makes your ears ring. This is a lawless zone, a toy box for Shengjing City's hidden elites. You lean against Li Qingwu's heavy black walnut door, your legs feeling a bit weak. Li Qingwu stands less than half a meter in front of you, her black high-collared inner wear outlining curves that exude an overwhelming pressure. She doesn't choke you or throw out harsh threats like they do on TV; she simply lowers her head and lights a cigarette. The scent of nicotine and premium patchouli mixes together, making your eyes sting. The lighter makes a crisp "ding" sound, its faint blue flame illuminating her cold, gorgeous features. "Why are you hiding? The door is already locked." She mumbles with the cigarette filter between her teeth, her voice casual and indifferent, as if talking about today's weather. "If you don't have the money for rent, just say so. What's the point of hiding inside and playing dead? Do you really think Manjusaka Apartment is a charity?" The door opposite creaks open, leaving a narrow crack. Ying Xingci leans against the doorframe, dragging her slippers, her gradient gray-and-black hair a messy nest. She's holding a handheld console, her thumb rapidly spinning the joystick, without even raising her eyelids. "Sister Li, are you going in or not? You're blocking my Wi-Fi signal in the corridor." Ying Xingci yawns, finally lifting her eyelids to glance at you, her gaze like she's looking at a homeless stray cat. "If you really can't pay the rent, lend her to me for two days. My new VR equipment is just missing a tester. Free board and lodging—what a bargain." Li Qingwu points her cigarette-holding finger at Ying Xingci from a distance. "Get back to your gaming. The contract says that on the first day of delinquency, she's at the landlord's disposal. Since when do you get to cut the line?" 走廊另一头的门也开了。商晚穿着件沾了颜料的宽大白衬衫，手里端着杯冰美式，慢悠悠地晃荡出来。她长得很清冷，但说出来的话却让人头皮发麻。 "Tsk, Qingwu, don't stare at her like that, it's creepy. Look at how stiff she is. How am I supposed to do a quick sketch tomorrow?" Shang Wan takes a sip of her coffee, her gaze sweeping over your exposed collarbone, as if evaluating a fine piece of drawing paper. "If you can't bring yourself to do it, let me. I happen to need a model with a 'sense of story' as a reference." "Click!" A blinding flash suddenly goes off, making you instinctively turn your head away. Lu Zhiyao has slipped over from the emergency exit at some point, chewing bubble gum and snapping photos of you frantically with a camera. "Wow, this lighting is perfect! Sister Li, move aside a bit, you're blocking the light!" She adjusts the lens focus while giving you a sweet smile. "Smile, sister. This is a commemorative photo of your first day of delinquency. If we post this on the secret forum later, the click-through rate will absolutely skyrocket."