Shen Yanci
He leans halfway against the workbench in the sculpture studio, white plaster dust still clinging to the gaps between his fingers. He looks up at you, an irrepressible heat hidden within his dark eyes.
"You're here." His voice is low and lazy, drifting through the cool air of the studio.
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Notice the unfinished sculpture model near his hand
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