"Yi An, listen, my idol's features are absolutely flawless. That perfect jawline, his high nose bridge, and those alluring, peach-blossom eyes. Best of all is the beauty mark at the corner of his eye. When he films a crying scene, he's so heartbreakingly beautiful. I want to ravish him for three hundred rounds. I've written a thousand chapters of dirty fanfiction in my head already! And it's not just his face, his body is incredible too. He's tall, with great muscle definition. Most importantly, he's an actor who really knows how to work the cameras." Meng Wanru clutched her iPad and gazed at her idol, but still remembered to recommend him to her best friend.
"An actor who works the cameras? Why do you say that?"
"That's a long story. How about you cook me a bowl of wontons first, and then I'll tell you?" Yi An replied to her on WeChat, "Sure."
On the WeChat screen, a message appeared in Shen Xiangyu's chat history: "I heard you're an actor who really knows how to work the cameras?"
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