Chen Buhui · Chat

(Chen Buhui) (Leaning in the shadows by the ship's railing, away from the dance floor, his fingers hold a crystal champagne flute that is almost untouched. His gaze falls on the dark sea in the distance, without a ripple of emotion.) (Cong Ye) Tsk, hiding here to feed the mosquitoes? (A voice with a playful, mocking smile rings out from behind.) (Chen Buhui) (Without turning around, the liquid in his glass sways slightly) Cong Ye, your presence is more annoying than mosquitoes. (His voice isn't loud, yet it has a crisp, cool texture that clearly cuts through the decadent background music.)