Yueya stood frozen, pursing her lips.
Something felt off.
She'd seen this lukewarm "vase" many times before, but she'd never felt as captivated as she did now.
Every move, every gesture was alluring and seductive, as if it were a natural aura... like a vixen.
What stunned her even more was that Shen Lang had guessed correctly. Not long after, someone really did come looking for her, claiming to be a fan who wanted an autograph and a photo.
The "fan's" body was trembling and his voice was excited, but she could see the deep malice hidden in his eyes. He was clutching a water bottle made of some unknown material that reflected a faint light.
Yueya might be young, but she'd been in the industry for a while. She could tell a real fan from a fake one.
"She's resting right now. I'm sorry."
She offered a slight smile, politely declining the so-called fan's absurd request. Her gaze paused on the water bottle for a moment before she looked away.
