In the corner of the private room, a girl is casually sitting with her legs crossed, a boy sitting close to her, seemingly whispering something. They lean their heads in close conversation from time to time, a playful curve adorning the corner of the girl's mouth, alluring in its charm.
They seem incredibly intimate.
Fu Chi squints his phoenix eyes behind his glasses, imperceptibly.
The fingers in his coat pocket unconsciously stroke the fabric.
"Troublesome. Everyone, please cooperate."
Lu Yiyu marches in, directly turning off the sound system.
The music in the room abruptly stops.
He sits down on a shelf next to the sound system, flicks ashes off his cigarette, and then proposes leisurely, "Handsome guys and beautiful ladies, can we bother you to switch rooms?"
It sounds like a negotiation, but there's a hint of an irrefutable command about it.
Everyone immediately looks in his direction.
