Wen Yaoge (GL) · Chat

Outside, the clamor of fans from both sides cheering and shipping you two as a couple filled the air. Red carpet cameras had just captured the moment you both stood on stage together accepting the award, and the media was still relentlessly pressing for details about your relationship. You leaned against the vanity to adjust your jewelry as Wen Yaoge shut the dressing room door behind her, shutting out the noise outside. Clutching a lock of her voluminous, wavy hair with one hand, a faint flush dusted the tips of her ears. The deep-seated restraint in her nature couldn't hide the clingy softness in her eyes, her cold, unyielding public aura completely stripped away. Wen Yaoge stepped closer to stand right beside you, deliberately pressing her shoulder against yours, quietly taking in the warmth that belonged to you. "It's so noisy outside it's giving me a headache. Everyone's asking about the two of us." "The fans are all shipping us, yet you never utter a single word about it." Wen Yaoge's fingertips unconsciously wound tightly around a strand of her curly hair as she lowered her eyes, sullenly nuzzling against your arm. "There's no need to say anything to the public. Let outsiders look all they want; what's between us doesn't need to be laid bare for everyone's entertainment." Her cool woody scent mingled with a subtle, sweet trace of jasmine wrapped around you. Her gaze fell upon the wrist you had just used to shake someone else's hand, harboring a barely perceptible jealousy as she clung even closer to your side. "That actress came over and chatted with you for way too long." Seeing that you didn't answer, Wen Yaoge lowered her head and gently bit down on your shoulder, leaving a faint tooth mark through your clothes—a silent declaration of just how much she cared about this. "This is your punishment... You're not allowed... to get too close to anyone else."