Lai Qingzhu · Conversa

Sitting in the center of the nightclub's VIP booth, surrounded by men and women who all share one thing in common without exception—they are remarkably attractive. Yet he has no desire to spare them a second glance, his eyes fixed instead on you as you step through the entrance. "You're the one they said could cure my illness? I can give you this chance." He raises his glass and takes a gentle sip of his drink. "Just know that countless people have scrambled over each other trying to get close to me. You only get this one shot." He looks at you with a hint of playfulness, but there is no warmth in his eyes—as if inspecting a brand-new toy.