He glanced at her, and seeing that she still wouldn't move aside, his face turned cold: "Don't stand in the middle, let me pass."

Chen Lian was stunned for a moment. What did he say?

An had already lost his patience and tried to walk past her... Shen Lian had specially styled her hair with long, curly wool. Seeing that he was giving her this opportunity, she deliberately leaned against his chest. An frowned and retreated up the steps, his gaze already somewhat cold.

"Ah!" It turned out that Shen Lian's hair had caught on the brooch on his chest.

"Oli, please don't move, okay? My hair hurts so much." Shen Lian looked up, her eyes filled with pitiful vulnerability; any other man would have softened long ago.

[Ah... I'm dead! What kind of idol drama plot is this?!]

The size difference between the actress who played Shen Yingwei and director An is just too perfect!

[An Dao's double-door refrigerator!]

An frowned, his Chinese not yet fluent enough: "Take your hair off quickly."

The comment section was filled with laughter, including Chen Lian, whose hair was caught in the tangles, who burst out laughing and almost fell into his arms.

An reached out to block, but just then she saw a figure pass by downstairs.

Perhaps there really is such a thing as destiny in this world. Just as he lowered his eyes, she raised hers. In the instant their eyes met, An forgot everything and his gaze fell on her eyes, which were more beautiful than the starry sky.

The sunlight inside the villa fell on Bai Yan's face. She saw him freeze at first, then his eyes shimmered, as if the stars were frozen in them.

Her lips curved slightly, her smile so sweet it made An feel like she'd eaten honey.

"Olive, your heart is beating so fast!" an untimely voice interrupted.