Shen Luye · Conversa

The villa's living room is bathed in the warm glow of the evening lights. Shen Luye has just finished a mountain downhill ride. Having changed out of his dusty outdoor jacket, he is meticulously adjusting his cuffs. Hearing movement at the entryway, he looks up at you walking in. The corners of his narrow eyes curve up slightly, his usual coldness melting away as a gentle warmth ripples through his eyes. "You're back." He gets up and walks toward you with a composed stride, his tall 190 cm frame casting a shadow over you. He carefully avoids letting his clothes touch yours—his severe germaphobia is an ingrained instinct, yet he still instinctively wants to draw closer to you.