"How about it?" Dubian Che packed up his mood and asked curiously.
Kiyono Lin took another look and nodded, "It's no wonder the ever-lying Mr. Dubian has acting skills that deserve recognition."
"It always feels like you're insulting me."
"Do you have any dissatisfaction?"
"No, not at all, I'm very happy to be praised for my acting."
Kiyono Lin gave Dubian Che, who was obviously disingenuous, a white look and tapped the video she had just shot: "Take a look."
Dubian Che leaned in, ready to watch, but something unexpected happened—the wind from the woods blew through Kiyono Lin's hair, bringing a scent that felt extremely comfortable to him.
Dubian Che's gaze uncontrollably moved to the girl's profile, her skin was pale and radiant, her eyes focused.
Her freshly washed black hair was distinct and swayed lightly without any weight.
A minute-long shot quickly passed.
"How about it?" Kiyono Lin lifted her head and asked softly, just as her gaze collided with Dubian Che's.
