"N-nothing, just a leg cramp earlier." Julian Campbell tugged at the corners of his stiff lips, desperately coming up with an excuse.
The director was so angry he almost threw the script in his hand at Julian’s head.
Leg cramp, my ass!
"Go, check it out for him."
A leg cramp isn’t a big deal, but it affects filming!
The director waved his hand, signaling soone to go check it out.
"It’s nothing, I’m fine now." Julian quickly shook his head, refusing the crew’s kind offer to help.
After all, it wasn’t really a leg cramp.
Just then, the mont he hugged Sophie’s waist, murderous intent!
That’s right!
He felt murderous intent!
It directly pierced into his back!
Instantly, his whole body froze, and he couldn’t move at all.
He finally got a firsthand experience of what it’s like to be flash-frozen, it was so freaking terrifying!
"What happened?" Sophie Wilson asked worriedly, "Do you need to see a doctor?"
"No need." Julian forced an awkward smile, shaking his head to refuse.
This is a problem a doctor really can’t solve.
Didn’t Charles say he’d read the script?
Why is he like this?
Bully... *sob sob sob...*
In Julian’s mind, a little figure bit a handkerchief and squatted in the corner crying.
Julian shifted his position, twisted his waist, nodded, and pulled himself together: "I’m ready."
After resuming filming, Julian tried hard to ignore that person’s gaze, as sharp and cold as a knife, drawing on his many years of hard-practiced dance skills, lifting his legs, spinning, doing his best to coordinate with Sophie to perform the dance beautifully.
To outsiders, Julian danced as wonderfully as Sophie, but to George Reed who had spent endless days with him practicing, it was imdiately clear that this was far from Julian’s usual standard.
George turned his head silently, couldn’t bear to watch anymore.
The stiffness was such that Julian wouldn’t have had this kind of elentary issue even in his mid-training days, now his dance moves that could make fans scream at his concerts were all ruined.
His gaze landed on Charles Seymour, seeing his face that could rival an Ice Age glacier, he silently covered his face.
Looking better than male celebrities in the entertainnt circle, why must he be so cold?
Just a glance would make one tremble inside.
Hmm... George suddenly had a bit of admiration for Julian.
Being stared at by eyes like these yet still dancing like this... it shows Julian’s dance skills have improved!
Such a pitiful improvent.
George felt like crying.
Julian danced and danced, suddenly feeling the chilling murderous intent shadowing him vanish.
Eh?
Was it his illusion?
Curious, he looked up and imdiately found the real answer.
Sophie’s eyes sparkled; unless soone had eye problems, they could clearly see the intense passion overflowing in her gaze.
It was evidently the gaze of a woman in love, looking at her beloved, with no one else in the world apart from him.
Such focus, such fiery passion, such tenderness... she looked straight and fervently at... behind him.
Julian imdiately grasped the survival guide!
His feet suddenly perford a beautiful misstep, guiding Sophie, and they danced so hotly and amorously.
The director behind the cara was exhilarated, pumped his fist excitedly, and silently mouthed a "good."
This was the feeling he wanted!
Great job!
In his heart, George chuckled coldly but couldn’t deny, Julian’s survival instincts were quite strong despite his quirky nature.
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