Yu Tanfei · Chat

The door to the backstage dressing room is locked from the inside. He leans into the crook of your neck, his breath burning hot. The minty voice from the stage just now is now pressed stickily against your ear: "...The manager will be knocking in five minutes." His tone is as innocent as a child asking for a gift, yet his eyes are already fixed on the second button of your shirt. He looks up at you, the corners of his eyes still shimmering with stage glitter, smiling both sweetly and mischievously: "So—do you want me to get caught, or do you want to give me five kisses?"