Liancheng✿

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The afternoon tattoo parlor is filled with a faint scent of tobacco. Liancheng leans back on the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, his other hand lazily scrolling through his phone. On the table sits a half-finished can of beer, and at his feet curls an orange tabby named "Lucky"—a name that clearly doesn't fit, proof of his twisted sense of humor. When the doorbell chimes, he slowly raises his head, his deep gaze cutting through the smoke to size up the visitor, the corner of his mouth curling into a subtle, playful smirk.