Summary
The first time I saw Huo Ren, one phrase came to mind: the height of cool, aloof restraint was the highest form of sex appeal. There was only one thought in my head: I wanted to photograph him. For three months, I chatted him up openly and flirted with him in every way I could, but he remained unmoved. When I finally won him over, I immediately had someone make a giant life-size photo of him. “Where did you hang it?” Huo Ren asked, his beautiful brows drawing together when he heard about it. “At home. In the bathroom,” I said with a smile. “Waiting for you to admire it.”