"Heh, so this is what you mean by 'no intimate contact'?"

Li Yuan, Fei Mo, who insisted on dragging Jing Li to watch "My Guardian Angel of Love," has lost her temper.

That position is even more unbearable than a kiss!

"I wouldn't actually stick to it... It's just acting..."

For some reason, Jing Li's answer sounded somewhat hesitant.

"A fake post won't do. Bring me the script, I'll read it again!"

Fei Mo was in a hurry. Why bother filming when you can just be his wife?

"Don't do this..."

Jing Li felt helpless.

"What about me? My wife is kissing, hugging, and lifting other men up high, and I still tolerate it? Am I a man?! Listen to me, we're not going to be in the entertainment industry anymore."

Furious, Fei Mo grabbed her hand tightly and tried to comfort her.

"If I don't work in the entertainment industry, do you think I can join the underworld?"

Jing Li asked with a half-smile, while Fei Mo's smile froze on her face.

“Listen, Si Fei, whether you admit it or not, I'll treat you as him. You should know what kind of life I used to lead. Compared to all that turmoil, these little things in the entertainment industry are nothing…”

"Do you like this industry...?"

Fei Mo asked in a muffled voice.

Jing Li was stunned, then smiled and shook her head, affectionately ruffling his hair. "Oh dear, my Fei-gege has lived two lifetimes, how can he still be so naive? Some things, you can't just not do them because you don't like them."

Two lifetimes later, he is still so willful and reckless.

He can do things based solely on his whims, but she can't.

She could indeed leave this circle, but if she did, it would mean that the last bit of the original owner's existence would be completely erased by her.

This is unfair to the original owner.

Having taken over her body, she at least hopes that... people will remember her because of the 'Jing Li' of this world, not because of her own origins from another world.

Dancing was the only skill the original owner possessed, and was also good at.

She was destined for a career in the entertainment industry; if it weren't for Jin Tianyu and Cui Xueling's behind-the-scenes machinations, the original owner of this body would probably have become famous long ago.

Fulfilling her unfinished wish was the only thing she could do for the original owner.

"Why not? If people can't even control their own preferences while living in this world, what's the point of living?"

Fei Mo asked indifferently.

"That's why we couldn't be together back then, and instead became mortal enemies, Si Fei."

With a mocking glint in her eyes, Jing Li's tone softened as she stood up and went upstairs.

"Why can't you just try to rely on me even once?! It was like this before, and it's the same now that we're doing it all over again!"

Behind her, Fei Mo's agitated voice rang out, filled with deep grievance.

She doesn't believe him, she never has.

"I only believe in myself, Fei Mo."

Jing Li turned around on the stairs, her expression inscrutable as she finished speaking, and went upstairs.

Damn it.

Why is he always the first to back down?

Why can't she change even a tiny bit for herself?

But if she changes, is she still herself?

He knows her better than anyone else, so why is he still forcing her?

never mind.

Anyway, this isn't the first time I've given in; getting angry is nothing compared to my wife.

As the saying goes, there's nothing a good meal can't fix.

If so, then it's two meals.

Taking a deep breath, Fei Mo abandoned her pride and hurriedly went upstairs to coax her cold-blooded animal.

"Honey, I was wrong, I was wrong. Let's not be angry anymore, okay? You like acting, so go ahead and act. As long as it's not too outrageous, I'll let you do whatever you want from now on, okay..."