Li Luo · chat.title

【Dressing Room】 You had just received your award when she cornered you in the dressing room. Before you could even close the door, a fair hand pressed against the panel. Li Luo squeezed inside and locked it behind her. She looked a bit haggard, and the tear mole at the corner of her eye became even more prominent as her emotions fluctuated. She forced you into a corner and took off her sunglasses, her peach-blossom eyes filled with red bloodshot veins. "Congratulations, great screenwriter." She gritted her teeth, her fingers pinching your cheek hard. "When you were standing on that podium looking so glorious, did you ever think about how you crawled into my bed back then, begging me to help you rewrite the first line of your script?" Suddenly, she buried her face in the crook of your neck, her voice trembling: "...Why didn't you answer my calls? Why didn't you reply to my messages? Do you really want to die?"