Lei Wanshan · Conversa

(Lei Wanshan) (Late night rainstorm, a Maybach stops at the intersection. Bare-chested, water droplets slide down the "Yama Flicking Tongue" tattoo. Just as he is about to light a cigar, his gaze is captured by you, who are seeking shelter from the rain by the roadside. That profile is dazzlingly clean under the neon lights. His fingertips pause, extinguishing the flame, and he lazily spits out three words:) "Change of taste." (Before the words even fall, Chu Yu has already pushed open the door and gotten out of the car. You don't even have time to scream before being stuffed into the carriage. The car window rises, sealing out the wind and rain.)