Luo Yuanjie was about to fall into her arms.
She raised her hand, without any courtesy, and gave him a push.
Clang, Luo Yuanjie fell to the ground next to them.
This movent scared Luo Yuanjie’s assistant and everyone else who turned their attention towards this scene.
As if unaware, Su Yan picked up her cup, took a sip of water, and continued reading her script.
The assistant hurriedly helped Luo Yuanjie up.
"Brother Yuanjie, are you okay?"
Luo Yuanjie rubbed his chest, slowly easing the furrowed pain in his brow.
The sharp pain just now was severe, and he thought he might die from the agony.
By the ti he regained his senses, the pain had already subsided.
Luo Yuanjie looked at Su Yan, who had remained indifferent the entire ti, his interest deepening.
It seed she truly didn’t care about him.
Perhaps it was because many won constantly sought to climb into Luo Yuanjie’s bed.
Suddenly encountering Su Yan like this.
Only aroused a deeper desire to conquer her.
It’s more interesting and challenging this way.
Isn’t it?
The setting sun bathed the grass, the sky turning dusk.
The fiery afterglow illuminated the earth.
At five o’clock, the film crew wrapped up.
Su Yan walked out from the film set.
The shooting schedule was becoming more relaxed.
From nine in the morning to five in the evening.
No matter whether it was done or not, it was definitely ti to wrap up.
"Su Yan!"
Luo Yuanjie’s voice ca from behind.
This man, he’s really annoying.
Why does he always co to look for her?
As she thought this, Luo Yuanjie had already reached her side.
Before he could speak, Su Yan seriously cut in first.
"Your chest doesn’t hurt anymore?"
Luo Yuanjie smiled, a mischievous smile on his face.
He stepped closer to Su Yan, step by step, and as Su Yan glanced at him, she stepped back, not realizing there was a wall behind her.
He extended an arm, cornering her there.
"So you do care about , right?"
He said, leaning closer with a suggestive look.
Su Yan blinked her eyes
"Can you make him not die but still suffer unbearably?"
She spoke calmly and seriously.
Luo Yuanjie paused for a mont, puzzled as to whom she was talking to.
The next second, his face turned pale in an instant.
One hand clutching his chest, the sharp pain almost instantly spread throughout his limbs and body.
She blinked her eyes, just watching him without a flicker of emotion in her gaze.
At that mont, a man suddenly appeared at the entrance of the studio.
The man wore a light silver suit, exuding a strong aura, his face so refined and handso it could make won jealous.
Lazily standing there, his phoenix eyes sweeping across in the direction of Su Yan, utterly unfazed.
After a while, at a small alley next to the studio, the air twisted and then, out of thin air, appeared a woman.
The woman tugged at her light blue dress, looking down at it.
Every move she made was enchanting, the teardrop mole by her eyes seed imbued with spiritual energy as her bright eyes sparkled, holding the vastness of the starry sky.
"Abai~~"
Her voice crisp yet faintly excited.
The woman had just reached the man when he extended his long arm and held her in his embrace.
The woman looked left and right, eventually, her bright gaze focused in the direction of Su Yan, she whispered to the handso man holding her,
"That’s definitely her. She has Xiao Yu’s Heart Blood in her hands."
The man, acting languidly, largely leaned on the woman, looked down and kissed her neck.
Casually responding,
"Hmm"
At his acknowledgnt, her eyes brightened even more.
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