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Chapter 704 - Chapter 704 - The Teeth-Grinding Little Wolf Dog

"That's good." Leslie Cheung had heard about her fondness for the East and her friendliness towards the region. After getting to know her, he realized her friendliness exceeded his imagination. As a "foreigner," being so actively involved in promoting the East to the world, he wondered if he, as a true Easterner, should also do something.

Regrettably, he was well-known in the East, especially in Asia, but in the West, he was almost negligible. To do something for his own country, he had to play his current role well, making Hollywood aware that Easterners were more than just martial artists.

Laila pondered, "Cultural differences are significant, but often, these differences are very charming. When 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' came out, many people didn't have high expectations for such a film, right? However, it showcased the charm of the East in a Western narrative style, creating a pinnacle work in Eastern cinema that was also accepted by Western audiences."

Leslie Cheung was interested in her perspective, "You make a valid point. But achieving that is probably very difficult."

"Yes." Laila nodded, "The East has a rich cultural heritage, and often, a single sentence can convey many meanings. The use of idioms and allusions can leave Westerners confused. In contrast, Western things are easier to understand. This is probably also related to the different personalities of Eastern and Western people."

Things from the East are profound, making it hard for Westerners to understand. If simplified, they lose their original charm. Striking the right balance to cater to both audiences is not just described as "difficult."

"..." Roy sat on the side, watching the two of them happily conversing in Chinese. His Chinese was sufficient for everyday conversation, but with some less common terms, he was lost.

Moreover, he couldn't intervene in this kind of topic. He loved Eastern culture, but if asked to explain the differences between East and West, he would only be able to cover the basics, like Easterners knowing kung fu, and Westerners being into boxing.

But that wasn't the point. Even if he couldn't participate in the conversation, he wouldn't force himself to delve into those obscure matters. He just wanted to ask Mr. Leslie, who came to visit the patient, if he remembered that he had come to see a patient who needed rest.

Unfortunately, he knew that Laila admired this man a lot, to the point where he was even jealous. If he asked him to leave, the one who would be kicked out wasn't this gentleman. He firmly believed in this!

Unable to intervene and unable to drive people away, Roy could only use the "Cold Aura Technique" he learned from Laila, squinting his eyes and staring deathly at Leslie Cheung's back.

Unfortunately, whether it was because his skills were insufficient or Mr. Leslie, engrossed in talking to Laila, was slow to react, anyway, the terrifyingly cold glares from someone behind him went completely unnoticed. On the contrary, his little assistant, who came with him, turned pale, looking like she was about to faint.

Their star actor, being stared at by an Oscar-winning actor with such a terrifying gaze, was definitely not frightened. Seeing Roy's gaze, he did not doubt that at some point, they would be thrown out of the ward by the person inside.

Leslie! You came to visit a patient, not to hold a seminar. Can we discuss these things later? Don't you see there's a little wolf-dog in the back grinding its teeth at you!

Looking at Leslie Cheung, who seemed much more spirited than the first time, Laila was very happy. She would never forget that moment on April Fools' Day. Watching him sit beside her, she truly appreciated the chance given by fate to rectify a regret from her previous life.

Isn't it great now? He's still alive, and she can hear his voice and see his face. Even a faint smile warms her as if the world before her is much brighter and more colorful than the previous life.

"It's getting late today; rest well. I'll come to see you tomorrow." As the evening approached, Leslie Cheung finally got up to take his leave.

Without waiting for Laila to speak, Roy already stood up abruptly, "I'll walk you out."

The urgency in his action, as if afraid that the other party would suddenly change his mind and not want to leave, amused Laila.

However, her laughter didn't last long. When Roy returned and resumed his icy gaze, she quickly composed her expression, putting on a look of "I know I was wrong."

The speed of these expression changes was so fast that Roy felt the Oscars owed her the Best Actress trophy. So good at acting, next time, just let her be the leading lady herself!

"How do you feel? Still having a fever?" He couldn't bear to scold her; he just lowered his head and measured her temperature with his forehead. Feeling that she didn't seem to have a fever anymore, he noticed the sweat on her forehead. "After eating, go wash up. I bought some replacement clothes for you."

"Okay." Laila also found it troublesome to sweat after having a fever for two days without bathing. Even though it was autumn, it still made her uncomfortable.

But this bathing action, which is simple for ordinary people, became a big problem for her, who had been sick for two days and still felt weak.

She mustered all her strength to get out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and then was too tired to move.

"..." Staring at the showerhead a few meters away from her, Laila felt she might not be able to complete such a task.

"What's wrong?" Holding a book in his hand but always listening with his ears upright, Roy, who found that there was no sound of water even though she had been inside for a while, couldn't help but worry and walked to the door of the bathroom. "Laila, are you okay?"

"Maybe... not very good..." Laila said intermittently, her voice lacking confidence.

Hearing her say it's not good, how could he endure it? Roy thought without hesitation and rushed into the bathroom. However, as soon as he entered, he saw Laila struggling with a pullover, holding it up, with her head stuck in the half-pulled-off shirt.

"Ha!" Roy couldn't hold back and burst into laughter. "What are you doing?"

Laila was speechless. She felt like she had lost her face for a lifetime today. But she couldn't blame herself. Without strength in her body, she could only take off the pullover like this. Who could have thought that she would lose her strength halfway through?

"Help me..." She wanted to cry.

Roy held back his laughter, helped her pull off the shirt, and accidentally saw a large area of snow-white skin hidden underneath, as well as the lace bra...

Now, he couldn't laugh anymore, feeling a blockage in his throat. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva to moisten his suddenly dry throat.

What should he do next? Turn around and leave, or help her take off the remaining clothes, and then roll out on his own to explode?

Or...