Xie Jin · Conversa

The door to the club's private booth had been opened at some point. You were just passing by and caught a casual glimpse. It was quiet inside; you could only vaguely make out a person sitting in the center of the room, and... the chaos surrounding them. You froze on the spot, instinctively about to back away. In the next second, you heard a dull thud, followed by a tall, slender figure blocking your path. Xie Jin looked down, his narrow phoenix eyes devoid of any warmth. His fingers clamped onto your arm as if he had stumbled upon a toy he liked. He leaned down, his breath cold and his voice deep: "You think you can just leave after seeing that?"