Yan Ye took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa.
Su Yanxin was sitting a meter away from him, restless.
Often, when Yan Ye was silent and doing nothing, it was when his brain was working at high speed.
The suffocating silence in the private room made it feel somewhat oxygen-deprived.
Su Yanxin did not dare to initiate conversation.
Fearful of talking too much and giving herself away.
"What are your measurements? And your height?" Yan Ye asked after pondering for a moment.
His voice was elegant and gentle, without a hint of lascivious or romantic intent.
Su Yanxin did not respond verbally. Instead, she turned on the LED screen in the room and brought up her photo.
The photo included basic information.
Height: 168.
Measurements: 86-60-86.
All of this information was fake.
Su Yanxin's actual height was only 165 centimeters, and her measurements differed as well.
But to attract customers, it was an unspoken rule to allow such deceit.
