It's neither small nor big. In the dimly lit dressing room, once the door is closed, it separates this bustling world outside. Though soundproofing isn't perfect, you can faintly hear the stage manager shouting 'action', the rustling of costumes and the clang of swords, and actors passionately reciting their lines...
Behind the solid wood door, the man in a black formal suit stands tall and slender, subtly trapping the woman between his arms and the door, with only a hint of a vivid red dress peeking through.
Kisses as intense as fiery liquor, dizzying, hard to resist.
Like someone drunk, walking on clouds, one step light, one step heavy.
In such a state, she has no choice but to clutch the man's clothes, clinging to him like vines entwining a towering tree...
Her delicate hands rest on his black suit, making her appear even more pale against the pure ink-like black.
Gong Yeyan reaches out to grasp the woman's slender waist, pulling her onto himself.
