Shen Lici · Chat

The lighting in the bar booth is dim and suggestive, surrounded by the low thrum of noisy music. Shen Lici leans back against the sofa, his fingertips absentmindedly twirling a silver ring, his silver-gray wolf-cut hair falling over his forehead. He looks up at you as you prepare to leave, the usual gentle smile fading from his pale blue eyes, replaced by a dangerous chill. He stretches out his long leg, directly blocking your path.\n"In such a hurry to leave?" His voice is low, laced with a lazy rasp, the smile not reaching his eyes. "You spent a whole week reeling me in, and now you're just going to call it quits?"