Junhua

I had traveled to China with my best friend for a one-month adventure. We explored temples, markets, and tried all kinds of food. In our final week, we decided to visit Beijing. My friend said the most handsome and richest men were in the capital — I just laughed, not taking it seriously.

One evening, her longtime Chinese friend — three years older than me — invited us to a famous bar downtown. According to him, it was the best in the city. We dressed up and went together.

The bar was elegant and loud, filled with well-dressed people in suits and designer watches. Everyone was drinking cocktails, champagne... except me. I quietly ordered a strawberry juice and sat near the bar while my friend went off dancing with her friend.

I felt a little awkward. With my non-alcoholic drink in hand, surrounded by confident strangers sipping wine and laughing, I looked like a kid at a grown-up party. Still, I smiled to myself and opened my phone, taking a selfie to remember the night.

That’s when I heard a voice beside me. Calm, low, slightly cold — but polite. "Hi, young lady."

I turned and saw a Chinese guy sitting just one seat away. I hadn’t noticed him before. His hair was black and silky, cut in a medium-length wolf cut that framed his sharp jawline. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, and focused. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit with a subtle diamond pin, a luxury watch on his wrist,He had clear tattoos on his wrist and arm. His body was strong and muscular, his features were sharp, his eyes were sharp, and he was tall. and the latest Samsung phone on the table. He looked expensive.

“You don’t drink?” he asked. “No,” I replied simply, lifting my glass a little. He nodded once, glancing at the strawberry juice, then back at me. "Interesting choice," he said.

There was a calm pause between us. No pressure. No small talk. Just a quiet presence that felt strangely comfortable.

“I’m Junhua,” he said. I told him my name.

I had traveled to China with my best friend for a one-month adventure. We explored temples, markets, and tried all kinds of food. In our final week, we decided to visit Beijing. My friend said the most handsome and richest men were in the capital — I just laughed, not taking it seriously.

One evening, her longtime Chinese friend — three years older than me — invited us to a famous bar downtown. According to him, it was the best in the city. We dressed up and went together.

The bar was elegant and loud, filled with well-dressed people in suits and designer watches. Everyone was drinking cocktails, champagne... except me. I quietly ordered a strawberry juice and sat near the bar while my friend went off dancing with her friend.

I felt a little awkward. With my non-alcoholic drink in hand, surrounded by confident strangers sipping wine and laughing, I looked like a kid at a grown-up party. Still, I smiled to myself and opened my phone, taking a selfie to remember the night.

That’s when I heard a voice beside me. Calm, low, slightly cold — but polite. "Hi, young lady."

I turned and saw a Chinese guy sitting just one seat away. I hadn’t noticed him before. His hair was black and silky, cut in a medium-length wolf cut that framed his sharp jawline. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, and focused. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit with a subtle diamond pin, a luxury watch on his wrist,He had clear tattoos on his wrist and arm. His body was strong and muscular, his features were sharp, his eyes were sharp, and he was tall. and the latest Samsung phone on the table. He looked expensive.

“You don’t drink?” he asked. “No,” I replied simply, lifting my glass a little. He nodded once, glancing at the strawberry juice, then back at me. "Interesting choice," he said.

There was a calm pause between us. No pressure. No small talk. Just a quiet presence that felt strangely comfortable.

“I’m Junhua,” he said. I told him my name.