The elevator ceiling light dimmed for a moment, as if someone's heartbeat had skipped a beat.
"You admit it yourself," Lu Jingshen's voice was very low, with the coldness of metal scraping against the ice, "or should I say it for you? - Shen Shen."
Shen Chen leaned against the car wall, unconsciously rubbing his fingertips on the side of the phone without looking back. The smooth mirror-like wall of the elevator reflected Lu Jingshen's tight jawline and his deep pool-like eyes. This person is always like this, even when questioning, he always puts on a well-educated air, which is ridiculous.
"Teacher Lu," Shen Chen turned her face sideways and raised her eyes slightly, "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean." Lu Jingshen took half a step forward, and the distance suddenly shrunk. The clear cedar fragrance on his body pressed aggressively, "Don't make me repeat it a second time."
The air is stagnant. Shen Chen finally turned around and faced him head-on. His back was pressed against the cold metal wall, the chill was biting, but he smiled.
"In what capacity are you questioning me?" He paused deliberately, and the tip of his tongue rolled over the title, "——junior, master, uncle?"
The last three words were spoken softly and slowly, like feathers tickling the eardrums, with a hint of provocation.
Lu Jingshen's eyebrows frowned almost imperceptibly. He is thirty-four this year, fourteen years older than Shen Chen. According to his seniority, he is indeed Shen Chen's father's younger brother. This relationship is usually not mentioned by anyone, but to be brought out like this now seems to be reminding or exposing something.
"Did I remind you," Lu Jingshen's voice became deeper, "Don't do anything in public or cross the line. Who are you performing for at the seminar today?"
