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However, things in the world are mostly like this, never as expected.

Lu Wanwan stayed up until two in the morning, but couldn't even find the shadow of the Baicha sacred tree.

Unwilling to accept it, he applied a facial mask to make up for the loss, took care of his skin diligently, and stayed up all night trembling with fear.

After fighting until four in the morning, he finally found a section of the Baicha sacred tree, but he had stayed up too late for a long time, and was afraid that he would die suddenly if he didn't agree with him, so he could only wait until the next time he went online to create the betrothal gift.

After sleeping for two hours, he was awakened by the alarm clock, and Lu Wanwan immediately rushed to the mirror to look at himself.

Fortunately, there were no dark circles under his eyes.

However, his eyes were swollen.

It was like there were two fish bubbles on his head.

Lu Wanwan smiled, but she wanted to swear in her heart. Sure enough, as long as she worked hard, nothing could go wrong.

It was time to trouble the makeup artist again.

When they arrived at the set, Song Chi saw her wearing sunglasses and asked curiously, "Did someone ask you for an autograph on the way?"

"..." Lu Wanwan laughed dryly, "No."

After saying that, she deliberately moved closer to Song Chi, and then suddenly took off her sunglasses.

As soon as Song Chi saw her puffy eyes, he exclaimed, "You were beaten?!"

"..." Lu Wanwan immediately reached out to cover her mouth. What kind of eyes, what kind of train of thought.

"Is it a new popular style?" Song Chi couldn't understand.

"Yes, it's the standard for staying up late to cultivate immortals." Lu Wanwan calmly put on her sunglasses.

But when she walked in front of the makeup artist and met the makeup artist's complicated eyes, she couldn't stay calm.

Fortunately, the makeup artist had good skills. When Lu Wan closed her eyes and opened them again, she found that her puffy eyes were gone. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see them at all.

"It's amazing, it's more detailed than the one made with PS!" Lu Wanwan praised the makeup artist guiltily.

"Okay, okay, be careful next time." The makeup artist smiled and shook her head.

After changing into the school uniform in the play and going out, Lu Wanwan started to feel sleepy and yawned after reading the script for a while.

She woke up suddenly and found that Han Jingmo was sitting next to her and staring at her.

Lu Wanwan stopped yawning in the middle of a yawn.

Her image was a bit bad.

After calming down and closing her mouth, Lu Wanwan asked, "What? Have you never seen anyone yawn?"

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

...

Shit, her eyesight must be 5.2, and she could see it right away, even though her makeup was so well covered.

Lu Wanwan put her hands on the sides of her face.

Han Jingmo took her hands away, squinted and asked, "What time did you go to bed last night?"

Lu Wanwan held up four fingers.

"So late?" Han Jingmo frowned.

"I wanted to find two materials in the game, and I stayed up late without realizing it."

Han Jingmo's expression suddenly turned cold, and anger ignited in his eyes, very faint, almost invisible.

After a pause, he restrained himself and said, "Do you want it so much?"

"It's for giving to others. Time is running out, so I can only endure it."

"As expected." Han Jingmo's voice was cold, almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"What did you say?" Lu Wanwan didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

Han Jingmo turned his eyes away, looked into the distance irritably, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, looked at her again, and said in a deep voice: "It's just an online friend in the game, is it that serious?"

"That's also a friend." Lu Wanwan yawned again.

Han Jingmo sneered.

This time Lu Wanwan heard clearly that he was not in a good mood, but didn't understand the reason.

Moreover, she didn't say anything just now, nor did she oppose him, so it shouldn't be because of herself.

After thinking about it, it might be related to what Zheng Tailin said to him yesterday.

At this time, it is better not to provoke him.

Lu Wanwan coughed lightly: "It's okay, I'll go to recite the lines first."

"Where to?" Han Jingmo glanced at her.

"Over there." Lu Wanwan pointed in the direction of Song Chi.

Han Jingmo looked over and saw that Song Chi had just been sent away by him and was asking Gu Qiaobei for an autograph...

Han Jingmo's face sank, and when he spoke again, his voice seemed to be soaked in ice: "Recite it here."

"Why..." Lu Wanwan raised her eyes and met his cold black eyes, which were filled with endless darkness, like an abyss that could not be stared at.

Unconsciously, she swallowed the rest of her words back and changed her words to a more tactful way: "I may disturb you here."

"No." Han Jingmo's tone was a little relieved.

"..." To be honest, it was you who disturbed me.

Lu Wanwan returned her eyes to the script, but Han Jingmo's presence was too strong, and he faintly exuded an unpleasant aura, so she couldn't calm down to memorize the lines.

After weighing it in her mind for a while, she realized that she had misunderstood him before, and he helped her avoid the director's lion roar. No matter how she looked at it, she owed him a favor. It's time to repay him. It's

reasonable to comfort him.

Although she didn't know what Zheng Tailin said to him, the routine of comforting people was the same.

Lu Wanwan cleared her throat, patted his shoulder, and said seriously: "No matter what happens, it will be fine."

Han Jingmo was stunned and didn't follow her train of thought.

Lu Wanwan continued to comfort him: "Don't worry about things that can't be solved today, because they still can't be solved tomorrow."

Han Jingmo: "..." Poisonous chicken soup.

Lu Wanwan sighed: "As long as you are willing to give up, nothing is difficult in the world. Treat yourself as a salted fish, nothing can bother you."

Han Jingmo: "..." Still poisonous chicken soup.

Lu Wanwan nodded to him affirmatively, and ended with that classic line: "As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy."

Han Jingmo: "..." Poisonous.

Lu Wanwan helped him straighten the collar of his school uniform, patted his shoulders before withdrawing her hands, showing her deep affection.

Instantly, she felt that the red scarf on her chest became more colorful.

Han Jingmo's mind turned slightly, and he seemed to understand why she did these things. He remained calm: "I'm in a bad mood."

Lu Wanwan was startled, and her heart was very excited: "If there is anything unhappy, you can tell me."

"But I think you just want to hear gossip."

...

Lu Wanwan immediately adjusted her facial expression, and was heartbroken: "You tell me, I will do my best to help you wherever you need me."

Han Jingmo nodded slightly, his expression was even more heartbroken than hers.

Seeing this, Lu Wanwan felt itchy as if she was being pawed by a kitten, and couldn't help but get closer to him.

Han Jingmo lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and whispered: "I..."

Lu Wanwan's body trembled, and the hot air he exhaled when he spoke sprayed on her earlobe, sending a tingling and burning sensation. She

unconsciously wanted to step back, but her curiosity made her hold back.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Wanwan couldn't help but urge.

Han Jingmo half-closed his eyes, watching her pearl-like earlobe slowly turn slightly red, his eyes darkened a little.

He couldn't help but lean over, and the corner of his lips brushed against her earlobe: "I'm hungry."

His voice was slightly hoarse, and the two words "hungry" were bitten very hard by him.

Lu Wanwan was stunned. The wet feeling on her earlobe made her feel like being pricked by a needle. She jumped back suddenly and looked at him with wide eyes: "You..."

Han Jingmo tilted his head slightly, his expression was calm: "I'm hungry."

...

Lu Wanwan first looked down at his stomach, but couldn't see anything through his school uniform.

Then she looked up at his face, and honestly couldn't see anything.

[Author's side note]: I have written down all the extra chapters I owe in my little notebook.