Ming Shang crossed his arms, glaring at her unhappily. His eyes trailed across her soft pink lips, his throat unexpectedly tightening.
Damn it, what was happening to him!
"Of course not!" Gu Qingxin felt nothing but a headache. She had carefully read the script and thought that the kissing scene wouldn't be filmed for a while, giving her some more time to postpone it.
Who would've thought the director wouldn't follow the usual procedures, grouping several of the kissing scenes together!
Leaving aside Beiming Han's disapproval of her filming a kissing scene, even if he hadn't found out, she didn't want to be kissed by any other man!
Huang Jiaxin sat nearby, sipping coffee and sneering. How many women dreamed of getting even the briefest of kisses from Ming Shang, and yet here this little wench was making a fuss at the opportunity!
She was really acting the part!
No wonder so many men treated her differently; it was because she was so good at pretending.
