Xing Ling pulled him back, "Don't, don't, don't, let's talk this over."
Ye Sihan lowered his head and averted his gaze, looking at the excessively pale hand on his black suit, as if it was just fished out from milk, clean and pretty.
Realizing something, Xing Ling hurriedly let go of her hand, "The scenes here only take about ten days to shoot. After that, the rest needs to be filmed back in Hollywood. How could I just stay here indefinitely?"
"That's your problem," Ye Sihan said and then left.
Standing in place, Xing Ling raised her fist and shadowboxed the air, gritting her teeth in anger.
Is this guy mentally ill?
He appeared out of nowhere in the place where she was sleeping, forcibly kissed her, and now is asking her to stay in Kyoto equally inexplicably... This is just too baffling!
By the time Xing Ling had adjusted her emotions and returned to her seat, Xing Yanjie was still talking with Ye Sihan.
