Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Tang Wangyue saw something she shouldn't have seen...

Helping Yun Chuxian blow dry her hair is a fascinating and difficult task.

Tang Wangyue felt as if she could no longer control herself. Years of self-cultivation restrained her behavior at the moment.

However, the more conservative and restrained she was, the bolder Yun Chuxian became.

At first he just pressed his forehead against her stomach, then he put his arms around her waist and leaned completely against her.

She hurriedly turned off the hair dryer and said, "It's done."

As he spoke, his abdomen vibrated. Yun Chuxian tilted his head back without thinking, his chin still resting there.

"So soon?"

Is it fast? It's been blowing for ten minutes.

Yun Chuxian's hair was blown dry, but her scalp was slightly dry. Although Tang Wangyue was a homebody, she was still very careful about taking care of herself. She knew that hair should not be blown too dry, otherwise it would be damaged.

Unexpectedly, Yun Chuxian took a bottle of essential oil from the dressing table and gave it to her, saying innocently, "You need hair care."

Hmm… Tang Wangyue took the essential oil from the woman and paused for a moment, then said, “Okay.”

The essential oil exudes the scent of roses, which is very pleasant and light, unlike ordinary essential oils, which have such a strong fragrance.

This time, she stood behind the sofa, separating the two of them and reducing physical contact, which relieved a lot of the heat in her body.

But when a woman wants to eat another woman, she will not let her go easily.

A foxy woman would never let her prey go easily.

When a beautiful woman becomes charming, no one can resist her.

Yun Chuxian's beauty is recognized by everyone. She occupies a place in the entertainment industry where there are so many beautiful women. In the fan circle, there is always a battle of beauty, but no one can deny her beauty.

When such a beautiful woman stared at Tang Wangyue with a pair of charming eyes, she could no longer ignore the throbbing in her heart.

After the essential oil treatment, Tang Wangyue immediately kept a distance from Yun Chuxian.

It was as if Yun Chuxian was some evil woman who wanted to eat people.

Yun Chuxian raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the issue. She took out the script and asked, "Tell me, what was the princess's mood like when she saw the emperor die?"

There was no transition from ambiguity to talking about work, and the topic was changed directly, which made Tang Wangyue a little uncomfortable.

After a moment's silence, he spoke, "Freedom, power, and ambition."

Yun Chuxian tilted her head, "How do you say it?"

"The Emperor is an extremely selfish man. After the Prime Minister, whom he personally promoted, sided with the Crown Prince, he worried about being forced to abdicate. If he followed the example of the previous emperor and allowed the Empress to interfere in government affairs, he would be worried about the chaos caused by his relatives. Knowing that he was ill and unable to handle state affairs, in order to maintain balance, he could only support someone who could have absolute control. This person was the eldest princess, who grew up in the cold palace. She had no father to love her, no mother to support her, and there were ominous rumors about her. The eldest princess wanted to leave the cold palace, and he was the only one she could rely on."

"Therefore, the emperor's treatment of the eldest princess wasn't just bad; it was even abusive. The emperor's death meant she was no longer under his control. It could be said that the emperor's death was her fault. She felt no sadness, only the satisfaction of having her revenge, and the knowledge that no one could control her anymore. Even if a new emperor ascended the throne, she would still hold immense power. Her ambition was never just to escape from the cold palace; she wanted to be the master of this country, to become the empress of this dynasty."

Tang Wangyue talked about her feelings when she was writing the heroine. In her opinion, as the emperor's daughter, the heroine would definitely not be sad about her death.

Yun Chuxian had studied the original novel and read the script more than a dozen times, so of course she understood the heroine.

But there must be a reason to keep the little liar.

Listening to Tang Wangyue's story, Yun Chuxian tucked the loose hair on her forehead behind her ears.

This action startled Tang Wangyue, who was speaking, "Are you listening?"

"Of course." Yun Chuxian pinched her cheek. "The way I'm struggling with this is whether the heroine will feel a little bit of sympathy for the emperor. Not for her father, but for someone who has schemed his entire life, who fears death and power being taken away, and who died just like that. Will she feel sad for him?"

If that's the case, Tang Wangyue nodded, "Acting this way will indeed give it a more layered feel."

"Last time, I failed to finish telling you the script. This time, you have to tell me from the beginning of the script." Yun Chuxian's long eyelashes flickered a few times as she made the request nonchalantly.

Seeing Tang Wangyue hesitate, Yun Chuxian pulled her hand, like a child wanting her mother to buy a toy, but she was a very well-behaved child who would not cry or make a fuss. She would just open her big eyes and look at you pitifully.

No one would be soft-hearted in this situation.

"good."

Tang Wangyue had no intention of refusing, so he turned to the first page of the script.

Yun Chuxian, who was next to her, played with her hair for a while, and then played with her fingers from time to time.

He seemed not to be listening carefully, but when she asked, he could tell her everything.

It was as if Tang Wangyue was some fun toy, and Yun Chuxian couldn't put it down.

When Tang Wangyue said she was thirsty, a glass of water was placed at her lips in time. After she finished drinking it, a pair of soft and boneless hands pressed on her shoulders.

Yun Chuxian's hands pressed on her body, so gently and comfortably that she was reluctant to refuse.

When Tang Wangyue was explaining the script, he also enjoyed the treatment of being served by a big star.

She felt immersed in it and reluctant to leave.

After finishing the first episode, Yun Chuxian lifted her chin and said, "Ayue is great."

A slightly seductive compliment made Tang Wangyue's neck red.

"No," she modestly denied.

"Are you questioning my judgment?"

"No."

"Ayue can only say no?"

"No……"

Tang Wangyue wanted to slap herself. What a nonsense! How could the language be so scarce?

Yun Chuxian chuckled, "Idiot."

The doting tone in her voice made Tang Wangyue dazed. How could a woman be so seductive?

Tang Wangyue felt like her body was on fire and kept getting hot. Even though the air conditioner was on in the room, she was still so hot that she wanted to escape.

Just when the atmosphere was silent, Yun Chuxian asked quietly, "Ayue's face is so red, are you thinking about something strange?"

Something strange?

What a strange thing! How could it be possible! It doesn't exist!

"No."

Tang Wangyue's flat denial caused Yun Chuxian to chuckle again. "Do you know what strange thing I'm talking about?"

Well……

She was fooled. When people are in a panic, they feel uncomfortable looking at everything. When she saw the essential oil on the table, she immediately found an excuse for herself.

"I'll put this back."

She took the essential oil and walked to the dressing table, but her attention was distracted when she saw an opened box of nail polish.

Yun Chuxian...

Tang Wangyue hurriedly placed the essential oil on the table and quickly walked out the door, leaving only a sentence, "It's getting late, good night."

Looking at the door of the room that opened and closed, Yun Chuxian cast his eyes towards the table in confusion, and also saw the half-full box of Taobao.

Her body instantly became hot, and a feeling of shame at being seen naked spread in her heart.

The author has something to say:

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Yun Chuxian: What are you talking about? I want to kiss you.

Tang Wangyue: It’s over, I won’t be silenced, will I?