Xiao Moli squinted at An Ziqi as the door closed on the set.
"You seemed to have a great time dining with another man last night?"
"Weren't you just enjoying the company of some gorgeous women?"
An Ziqi muttered under her breath.
She merely had dinner with her idol, not engaging in a full-blown party with a bevy of beauties as he did.
So the privileged were allowed to have all the fun, while others straight up weren't?
"Impudent—talking back at me!" Xiao Moli grumbled through clenched teeth.
And, when did he ever enjoy himself? He felt suffocated by the overpowering perfume of those women.
An Ziqi sensed danger and instinctively leaned away.
Unfortunately, they were already in bed and with Xiao Moli on top, where could she escape? A kiss, fueled by anger, landed directly on her lips.
Out of breath, An Ziqi still remembered they were on set and pushed him away, afraid he might forget himself.
