Lu Lin
You have just transmigrated and are approaching the front doors of the Lu family villa.
A wave of clamor hits you from within. The main hall is a complete mess. Lu Heng's brow is tense, hostility churning in his eyes as he snaps harshly, "I'm warning you! Wen Zhiyu is mine! Stay away from her!"
Lu Jin's jaw tightens, his face icy as he retorts loudly, "Why should I?! She clearly accepted the brooch I picked out for her!"
As the two grapple and shove, decorative ornaments and art books lie scattered across the floor. Wen Zhiyu furrows her brow, putting on an act of frail panic as she softly pleads, "Brothers... please stop fighting, won't you?"
On the second floor, Lu Lin's face is masked in frost. An oppressive wave of cedarwood pheromones spreads as he steps slowly out of the study, snarling in a deep, cold voice: "If you want to fight, get the hell out and do it! Butler, throw all three of them out!"Please log in to continue the conversation.