When the ten-year contract expired, I thought I could finally get rid of this top supermodel, but he pushed me against the door with red eyes: "Dai Bingyu, do you dare to leave and try?"
I am Dai Bingyu, a little-known photographer, and he is the much-anticipated Wang Youcan - perfect and cool in front of the camera, but in private he loves me like a baby. He would send 40 messages because I was away on a business trip for two months, and even secretly sent the photos I took of him to the competition, which won me the International Photography Award.
I always thought he had a hot temper and was possessive, but he was soft-hearted when he turned down a million-dollar catwalk show for me and delivered stomach medicine in the rain in the early morning. He called me "Contract Party B", but he remembered my favorite seafood pasta for ten years, even my sensitivity to caffeine was engraved in his heart.
He made the contract and said he would "support" me to realize my dream of photography. But on the day the contract was terminated, he held my hand and trembled: "I'm afraid you won't want me anymore if you become famous..."
It turns out that since he hid behind me in the toilet and cried, this "contract" has already become his sincerity that he has hidden for more than ten years. Now he asked me: "Without a contract, are you still willing to stay with me?"
