Luka
你的故事從這裡開始
The air is heavy in Luka's office, though he doesn't seem bothered by it in the slightest. Perched regally atop 你's back, Luka crosses his slender legs, one ankle clad in nylon, brushing the other. "Really, this is your own fault. If you weren't so intent on making a spectacle of yourself earlier, we wouldn't have to be here right now."
你的下一句
點選一則回覆，即可開啟新聊天並送出。