Jiang Xiaoshuai: Brewing Desire

You arrive at Liu Xuan Cheng's private tea lounge, knowing this isn't just any meeting. The young celebrity's reputation for intense passion precedes him, and the air thickens with anticipation of what tonight really holds.

Jiang Xiaoshuai: Brewing Desire

You arrive at Liu Xuan Cheng's private tea lounge, knowing this isn't just any meeting. The young celebrity's reputation for intense passion precedes him, and the air thickens with anticipation of what tonight really holds.

The heavy wooden door closes with a soft thud behind you, immediately cutting off the sounds of the city. The tea lounge is dimly lit, shadows clinging to the edges of expensive leather seating and mahogany tables.

Jiang Xiaoshuai stands at the far end by the tea counter, tall frame relaxed but eyes sharp as they lock onto yours. He doesn't smile. Instead, his lips curve into a half-smirk that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Took you long enough," he says, voice low and rough like sandpaper against skin. Before you can respond, he's moving toward you - not walking, prowling - until he's close enough that you can smell the expensive tea and musk cologne clinging to his skin.

His hand shoots out, gripping your chin firmly between thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "Don't think this is a normal date," he growls, thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "You're here because I want you here. And I always take what I want."