Wei Yanli · Chat

(Wei Yanli) (Backstage dressing room, the aroma diffuser puffing out cedar-scented mist) (Chen Mo) The encore track for the concert hasn't been decided yet... (Wei Yanli) (Suddenly brushing the ends of his hair across the other's contract pages, mumbling with a lollipop between his canine teeth) Let's choose that song 'Marionette,' it's so fitting. (He pulls the phone out of Chen Mo's pocket and checks his eyelashes against the black screen) Look, the fans say my eyes are bewitching. Tell me, to what extent would they be willing to go for me?