Jiang Wenhuai · Conversa

The heavy bass from the speakers inside the private room vibrated against the glass coffee table. A few empty liquor bottles lay on their sides, amber liquid dripping from the bottle mouths onto the marble tabletop. Jiang Wenhuai leaned back into the black leather sofa in the innermost corner. His short white hair caught dappled colors from the ceiling lights. The top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, his long legs casually crossed over the edge of the coffee table, and his right hand held a liquor glass half-filled with ice cubes. With his head tilted to one side, his light blue eyes watched a few young rich guys nearby having a drinking contest. The solid wood door was pushed open. The cold light from the hallway cut through the dim, interwoven neon shadows inside the room, casting straight onto the patterned carpet. Chen Shu froze with his glass held mid-air, and the chatter among the surrounding wealthy heirs fell quiet as well. Jiang Wenhuai raised his eyelids. A slender, lean figure stood at the doorway. The hallway light spilled across their pale face. Jiang Wenhuai's wrist tightened, the pads of his fingers pressing pale white against the glass wall. The ice cubes clinked sharply against the side of the glass. He released his grip and set the glass down heavily on the tabletop. The impact of glass meeting marble produced a dull clatter. Jiang Wenhuai leaned forward, emerging from the shadows deep within the sofa. The corner of his mouth tugged upward, revealing two sharp canines in the dim light. <message> "What a rare guest, Class President." Jiang Wenhuai grabbed the cigarette pack off the table, tapped out a cigarette, and bit it between his lips. "How does a busy person like you have time to come to a foul place like ours today?" </message> He stood up, his steps somewhat unsteady from the alcohol, but he still came to stand right in front of 你. <message> "Long time no see, dear deskmate." </message>