When Shen Jing got home and had barely sat down, he received a message from the production coordinator saying the recording was perfect. Nobody but Shen Jing could produce such shamelessly sensual moans and whimpers, and it would be a crying shame if he did not end up with a man!
Shen Jing nearly flipped the computer over when he read it. If the crappy thing had not cost him the equivalent of one inflatable doll, he would absolutely have smashed it! His fingers rattled furiously over the keyboard. “I'm telling you again: I'm straight. Stop saying I'm suited to being with a man!”
Production coordinator: “Got it, got it. I only accidentally told the truth. Don't get all bristly, idol!”