A big baby was throwing itself into his arms and acting cute. Its furry head rubbed against his neck, making it itch. Feng Sheng's face darkened even more.
However, even a dark face was useless.
He let out a defeated sigh as he heard her coquettish voice rubbing against his bad intentions.
In the end, he hugged Luo Yangyang back and rubbed her hair with his large palm. He comforted her silently and reminded her that he was not angry anymore.
"Saint Bastard." Luo Yangyang lifted her head and looked at Feng Sheng when the pressure around him disappeared." Do you really want me to play the role of the sword spirit?""
Actually, she thought about it later and realized that it was not impossible to act.
She was worried that she would ruin the movie if she did not act well.
After all, what Hua Yifei said made sense. If the movie was really ruined in the end, she would feel better.
