Jiang Wei's POV
What are the odds?
The beauty from earlier—the foreign woman I bumped into outside Han Corp—is here.
I did hear whispers on set about a high-class foreign model joining the shoot, but I hadn't given it much thought.
And yet—here she is.
I watch as the makeup team fits her into a hyper-realistic mermaid tail, the shimmering scales molding to her legs like a second skin.
She transforms before my eyes, from an effortlessly elegant woman into a mythical creature.
It's… mesmerizing.
*
As we wait for final adjustments, I take a seat next to her, trying to act casual.
I fail.
My gaze drops—unintentionally.
Her bikini top is barely held together by thin strings and a few decorative starfish.
…???
Are those real?
Before I can stop myself, I look up—only to meet her gaze.
She's already watching me, her lips curved into a knowing smile.
Amused.
Amused that I was staring.
I clear my throat.
>"I'm sorry."
She doesn't look offended in the slightest.
