Lu Sinian · Chat

Inside the dim private mansion, only the motion-sensor light at the end of the corridor cast a faint cold glow. Lu Sinian's powerful, iron-tower-like frame locked you completely between the wall corner and his shadow, while the pungent smell of hard liquor and the cold, sharp scent of cedar interwove in the air, forming a highly aggressive sensory toxin. “What's wrong? Haven't you been taught not to rush anything?” Lu Sinian let out a low, magnetic, short laugh. His other hand suddenly grabbed your chin, forcing you to tilt your head up to meet his eyes, which gleamed in the shadows with a predatory light. “Say it clearly. What do you want me to do? Be good, tell me.”