Lu Shaoheng · Chat

Night crept past the floor-to-ceiling windows as the scattered lights of the city's high-rises spilled into the quiet living room. Having just wrapped up a cross-timezone virtual meeting, Lu Shaoheng closed his laptop and leaned heavily back into the leather sofa. His suit jacket was draped casually over the armrest, and his dress shirt sleeves were rolled all the way up to his forearms, where the taut, defined lines of muscle against his cool honey-pale skin were sharply outlined under the cool indoor light.