Lu Wanwan touched the place where he touched her ear. There was still a trace of warmth on it, but when the wind blew, it felt a bit cold.

After hesitating for a moment, she made a difficult decision.

Putting down the hair dryer and walking over, Lu Wanwan took the book back: "It's late, don't read it."

"You drew a portrait of the second male lead." Han Jingmo accused.

"No?"

"No." "

Think about it carefully before you reply." Lu Wanwan threatened.

Han Jingmo didn't consider it and resisted in silence.

Lu Wanwan rolled her eyes, picked up a black fountain pen, found a piece of paper, and drew a Q version of a little man with big watery eyes, a chubby face, small hands and feet, a slightly drooping mouth, and a cold look.

Lifting the paper upright, a Q version of the man appeared in front of him. Lu Wanwan said, "This is you."

Han Jingmo shook his head, refusing.

Lu Wanwan stretched the painting forward, narrowed his eyes and said, "It's you."

Han Jingmo continued to shake his head.

Lu Wanwan admitted defeat: "I've seen many fans draw your pictures before, and they drew very well, but I never dared to draw it."

"Why?"

"Every time I want to draw you, I will burn incense and bathe devoutly, but every time I take out your picture, I just focus on licking the screen. As a result, I lick it for a long time and forget to draw, which makes me very upset."

Han Jingmo was also annoyed and said, "You don't have to lick the screen in the future."

"Why?"

"The real person is right in front of you."

Lu Wanwan lowered his head: "I won't lick the real person."

Han Jingmo was stunned: "I didn't let you..."

Lu Wanwan coughed lightly, ending this short but very explicit conversation.

After a while of talking nonsense, the time should be ripe. Lu Wanwan asked: "How are you feeling now?"

Han Jingmo answered truthfully: "Not good."

Lu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. It is said that when people are in a good mood, it is easier to be forgiven for admitting mistakes. When they are in a bad mood, the effect will be greatly reduced. He couldn't help but feel a little depressed: "Then how can you be in a good mood?"

Han Jingmo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked over with an inquiring look.

Lu Wanwan put his hands behind his back, like a primary school student who had done something wrong: "I have something I want to confess to you."

"Confess?"

"Well, but after I finish, I hope you don't care and don't get angry."

"It's hard to say."

"Huh?" Lu Wanwan's eyes widened slightly.

"When I'm in a bad mood, I like to quibble."

...

Lu Wanwan blinked. Why did this sentence sound so familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

"Keep telling the truth." Han Jingmo urged.

"That's it," Lu Wanwan put on a flattering smile: "I said this morning that it was my period, but I wasn't."

Han Jingmo looked her up and down with a sharp gaze: "That's all?"

Lu Wanwan was shocked: "Is there anything else?"

"What do you think?"

"Let me think about it."

"Do I need to think about it?" Han Jingmo's eyes were sharp: "If you're not in a bad mood, why are you hiding from me?"

Lu Wanwan looked down at the ground.

Han Jingmo said in a tough tone: "Tell the truth."

Lu Wanwan looked up at the sky.

Han Jingmo concluded decisively: "This is your biggest mistake."

Lu Wanwan had to look him in the face: "Since you have brought it up yourself, there is no need for me to bring up the subject. Tell the truth."

Han Jingmo was puzzled.

Lu Wanwan reminded him: "I have admitted my mistake, so you should admit it too."

Han Jingmo was even more puzzled. He was not wrong, so what was there to admit?

Lu Wanwan looked at him neither servile nor arrogant.

Han Jingmo pondered for a moment and said lightly: "Although I don't think I was wrong, if you want to hear it, I will admit it reluctantly."

...

Reluctantly?

Lu Wanwan sneered as soon as he opened his mouth: "Then I will reluctantly let you be illuminated by the green light for a day."

Han Jingmo frowned: "Don't make trouble."

"It's not me who is making trouble, it's you. Do you want to cheat on your wife?"

"Watch your wording."

"Then put it another way, what's going on between you and Yan Shengkai?"

"Her?" Han Jingmo shook his head and denied three times in a row: "We are not familiar with each other, we have no intersection, and we have no relationship."

"Don't be so confident." Lu Wanwan leaned over and grabbed his hand, put it to his nose and sniffed it. There was no smell anymore, and he pinched it hard out of satisfaction.

Han Jingmo felt a pain in his fingers, thinking of the pistachios that she crushed with her bare hands that day...

Lu Wanwan thought about it, and finally chose to ask directly: "This morning, I smelled her perfume on your hand. What did you do?"

Han Jingmo's heart sank. Was it because of this reason that you distanced yourself from him?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lu Wanwan's voice became a little colder: "Confess and be treated leniently, resist and be treated severely, and you are not allowed to lie. Once discovered, you will be executed immediately."

Han Jingmo raised his eyes and looked directly at her: "When the stagehand gave me the script, it was sprinkled with perfume. I took it to change it, and a little bit of it got on my hand."

"Why did her perfume spill on your script?" Lu Wanwan immediately grasped the key point.

"It's the revised new script. I got it for the first time today." Han Jingmo's eyes flashed with a trace of grievance... grievance.

Lu Wanwan's eyelids twitched as he watched, and he was puzzled. Why did Yan Shengkai's perfume spill on the script? Logically, this shouldn't happen.

And even if it did happen, why did the stagehand give him such a script instead of just replacing it with a clean one?

Did they want him to misunderstand?

The scary thing is that I really misunderstood Han Jingmo because of this ridiculous reason...

This is very embarrassing.

Lu Wanwan quietly stepped back.

Han Jingmo reached out and grabbed her. He was always thoughtful and understood what she thought of this. His face darkened: "You didn't ask me, but you convicted me without authorization."

"Now you asked me, didn't you?" Lu Wanwan argued, and turned the tables: "Do you dare to guarantee that what you said is true?"

"Not only did you convict me without authorization, but you didn't believe me." Han Jingmo narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"It's not that I don't believe it." Lu Wanwan's momentum was half a head lower.

"Your attitude of admitting mistakes is not correct."

"Then what do you want?"

"Not only is it not correct, but you also talk back."

...

The more you say, the more mistakes you make.

Lu Wanwan chose not to say anything.

Han Jingmo was silent for a moment and asked, "Why don't you believe me, or do you think... I would do that?"

"It's hard to say, what if you have a brain seizure one day."

Han Jingmo laughed angrily, "I see you have a brain seizure every day."

...

"The term simple-minded is tailor-made for you."

...

"When your IQ rises from 50 to 100, I won't have a brain seizure either."

...

Lu Wanwan gritted her teeth: "Are you saying that my IQ is only 50?"

Han Jingmo shook his head: "I was wrong."

"That's about right."

"Less than 50, I overestimated you."

...

Lu Wanwan was angry: "Don't think I won't be angry!"

Han Jingmo glanced at her lightly.

Lu Wanwan immediately corrected his attitude and bowed 90 degrees: "Yes, I really won't be angry."

Han Jingmo: "..."