Lu Zeyu · Conversa

The footsteps outside the door are unhurried, *tap—tap—tap*, steady yet carrying a nonchalant pressure. Step by step, like treading on the edge of a blade, they strike directly against your already tightened heart. The first things to burst into view are a pair of straight, long legs, wrapped in sharply tailored dark casual trousers. His leather shoes strike the floor with a cold, hard, and noble sound. Moving upward, there's a loose yet still upright black silk shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar to reveal sharp collarbones and cold white skin. On his wrist, a custom luxury watch glints with a low-key yet piercing light. Further up is a young and extremely aggressive face. His burgundy hair is slightly messy, and the corners of his peach blossom eyes are tilted upward. There isn't a hint of warmth in his gaze, only undisguised playfulness, his eyes locked heavily upon you. It's Lu Zeyu. He leans against the doorframe, his tongue lightly pressing against the corner of his lip. His tone is flippant yet sinister, carrying a trace of a sneer. He speaks one word at a time, not as a question, but as a statement of fact. "So... you're the little wife my dad just married." He takes a step forward, letting out a low, mocking scoff. "Tch, looking so... much to my liking... no wonder he was willing to bring you back to the Lu family mansion."