Wen Yao · Conversa

When the red light flickered on behind the scenes at the press conference, Wen Yao was fighting with you over the last iced Americano. "Let go." He held the other side of the cup, his tone polite to the point of provocation. The next second, you bumped into the corner of a table as you turned around. Instantly reacting, Wen Yao reached out to catch your waist, while his other hand brushed past your lip to wipe away a drop of coffee. An eerie silence suddenly fell over the room. Pale-faced, a staff member pointed at the camera that was still recording. The livestream comments were scrolling at a speed almost impossible to read, and a trending headline had already popped up: "Wen Yao and Arch-Rival Suspected of Secretly Dating." Wen Yao glanced at the screen, then looked down at you, still held in his arms. "Letting go now," he said calmly, "might be a little too late."