An Yuanfei shrank his neck.
But thinking about the days ahead when he would be running around non-stop, he still felt... it was worth it!
Su Yan glanced at the producer, reminded by An Yuanfei, she also rembered that she still had to film.
She looked up, her eyes pleadingly fixed on Quan Ci.
"I still have to film, he still needs to stay alive."
If he dies, who will invest?
Without investnt, how can there be filming?
Quan Ci hugged her, enveloping her in his arms, almost blocking the gazes of many onlookers.
A gleam of cunning flittered across his peach blossom eyes, masking the gloom and fierceness within.
"Want him to stay alive?"
Su Yan nodded earnestly.
He looked down, thoughtful, and remained silent.
Su Yan’s hand grabbed his arm, looking up at him intently.
In her pure eyes, there was nothing but his reflection.
The fierceness around him slightly receded, appearing less intimidating than when he first arrived.
His throat moved up and down, mories of her naked, tearful appearance from last night flashing through his mind.
A deep desire appeared in his eyes as he leaned down, encircling her, his lips close to her earlobe, nibbling repeatedly.
Su Yan resisted, but he relentlessly entangled himself with her.
"Don’t move"
His voice was still very deep, but it had changed in flavor, exuding a bone-deep allure.
Not just Su Yan, even Long Lili and another actress standing nearby couldn’t help but blush.
Such a man, with such a face, uttering such ambiguously entangling words, what woman could resist?
An Yuanfei looked at Quan Ci, his wide eyes full of disbelief,
’Holy shit’
The matter here isn’t settled yet, and they’re openly displaying affection, utterly disgraceful!
Looking again at Producer Fang, who had already lost count of how many tis he’d been dragged outside to throw up.
Faints in between, only to be rudely awakened by pouring liquor on him.
His mouth, mingling blood with alcohol, his body starting to pale, clearly suffering alcohol poisoning.
If he continues drinking, his life would truly end here.
An Yuanfei touched his face, regretting deeply and repeatedly.
Why did he answer that phone call?
Why indeed?
Thinking about it, An Yuanfei suddenly had an idea, he crept next to Quan Ci, signaling to Su Yan with waving hands.
Su Yan was busy resisting the head that kept nibbling on her ear and neck.
Then she saw An Yuanfei’s gestures.
She turned her head to look.
Seeing An Yuanfei acting coy, then pursing his lips and blowing a kiss into the air.
Su Yan blinked. Was she supposed to kiss Quan Ci?
An Yuanfei kept repeating the action on the other side.
Like a complete fool.
Seeing his desperate efforts.
She licked her lips.
It was really because of this person who wouldn’t stop biting her.
She tugged at the corner of Quan Ci’s clothes, her voice soft as she called out
"Quan Ci"
The person paused,
"Hmm"
That entrancing voice ca from deep within his throat.
Even An Yuanfei standing beside couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.
Damn, this demon is irresistible, bewitching everyone irrespective of age or gender.
She resisted a bit, finally creating a small gap between them.
Then, gazing at his lips curved in a smile, and his seductive deanor.
She leaned in, gave a smack, kissing him.
Su Yan had intended to peck him lightly, but his lips felt cool to the touch, making her involuntarily suck lightly before letting go.
Quan Ci stiffened for a mont.
Gazing at this suddenly proactive little cushion.
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