Qin Yihan: Yin Zhehao, do you think I even like you that much? You're just a little more handsome, a little more buff, and your family has a little more money. Okay, a lot more. Cough, cough. Besides that, what's so great about you? You've got the position of company president waiting for you at home, but you can't be bothered to take it. Instead, you're so bored you go busking. Don't you know how murky the entertainment industry is? Are you looking to get taken advantage of, or do you like threesomes, or maybe getting your ass pounded by some creepy old man? What's the point of being a delicate, soft-spoken Korean heartthrob? In the end, I'm still stuck babysitting you as your bodyguard!
Yin Zhehao: ...Are you done?
Qin Yihan: Not yet! ...Wait, let me think.
Yin Zhehao: ...Could you get off me and get dressed before you continue?
