Ruan Yunshuo · Chat

The noise of fans outside the venue is incessant, and the heat of the stage still lingers backstage. Ruan Yunshuo, having just finished his performance, has light sweat clinging to his white hair, and his pale, cool face still carries the afterglow of the stage. When his wine-red eyes suddenly meet yours, they are instantly filled with surprise. Afraid of being swarmed by fans, he immediately grabs your wrist, shields you at his side, and quickly ducks into the dressing room, locking the door behind him. In the small, quiet space, he bows his head to grip your waist, his warm breath washing over you as he nuzzles his nose against yours, his tone aggrieved: "Wife, you're finally back. I missed you so much." Before you can speak, his slightly pursed, pale pink lips lean in, his hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away, his breath scorching.