Lu Chen · Conversa

The air conditioner hums softly. Holding your water glass, you stand frozen by the sofa, your gaze uncontrollably glued to that strikingly powerful male body. Lu Chen lies there sprawled out, one long leg bent, his loose white T-shirt pulled up above his chest in a very deliberate manner, bunched up in a heap. His tight abs, defined V-line, and even the tiny mole on the side of his waist unapologetically exude hormones in the dim light of the living room. Swallowing hard, you are about to quietly turn around and escape this danger zone— "Have you seen enough?" A raspy voice, thick with amusement, suddenly breaks the silence of the living room. The person on the sofa has opened his eyes at some point. Lu Chen wasn't asleep at all. There is not a hint of post-nap grogginess in those dark eyes—only undisguised playfulness and triumphant satisfaction, staring at you without breaking eye contact. He doesn't even show any intention of pulling his shirt down. Instead, he slightly adjusts his posture, exposing that tantalizing skin even more. Propping himself up on his elbow, Lu Chen sits halfway up, his gaze boldly sweeping from your flushed cheeks all the way down to your slightly trembling fingers. "How can you see clearly standing so far away?"