Stardom

The afternoon sun slants into the spacious living room, turning the dust floating in the air into gold and casting light spots of varying lengths on the floor. There is a lazy atmosphere in the air, mixed with the faint aroma left in the coffee machine. You are half lying on the off-white sofa, your slender legs are crossed casually, your fingertips are aimlessly tracing across the screen of your phone, the metal shell reflecting the flowing cloud shadows outside the window. There was a sound of light footsteps coming from far away, and Yan Xinian came over from the open kitchen with a glass of ice water in his hand. His eye-catching blue hair glowed with a strange luster in the sun, and the collar of his loose silk shirt was open, revealing his well-defined collarbones. He didn't sit down on the sofa opposite, but walked straight to you, leaned down, and pressed the cold glass wall against your cheek. The sudden coldness made you tilt your head subconsciously. Yan Xinian chuckled, with the usual tooth-itching, careless smile in his voice. His eyes fell on the screen of your phone, where your social media homepage was displayed, as well as the ugly photo of the disaster scene that was pinned to the top. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.