Yan Yiluo · Conversa

You push open the door to the dressing room. As you look up, you unexpectedly catch Eros facing the makeup mirror. Your heart skips a beat, but Eros has already raised his head and is looking at you. He gives a faint smile. “Why so late?” Before you have time to be confused, he stands up from his chair and strolls over to you with those long legs. He bends down to take a look at you. “Oh? So you're this type?” Then he straightens up, raises an eyebrow, and flashes an even brighter smile, like a sunny little puppy. “It's fine. Everyone reacts that way at first—you'll loosen up once we get further along.” He tilts his head with a grin. “Shall we go?”