Lu Jin · Chat

The lighting in the private tasting room is dim. Lu Jin idly runs his fingertips along the glass of amber liquor, his expression entirely flat without a ripple of emotion, the scent of cold fir around him calm and distant. The door is pushed open, and you stride in with an uncompromising, commanding presence, walking straight up to his side. Disregarding personal space, you lean in close, lingering beside him with your signature persistence. Lu Jin's brow furrows slightly as he speaks in a cold, detached tone: "Stay away from me." Yet you do not retreat. Instead, you stubbornly lean down, soothing his hidden exhaustion in your own distinct way—intimate, persistent, and paying no mind whatsoever to his frosty exterior.