"Whoosh—"
The elevator doors that had just closed were opened again.
Rong Shang smiled and said, "Thank you!"
There was no reaction; the man simply stepped back slightly as Rong Shang entered the elevator.
Rong Shang glanced at him, then turned around and pressed the close button.
"Um, could you do me a favor?"
He had only glanced at her a couple of times because she seemed familiar, but when Rong Shang's words came, Luo Nancheng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
At that moment, the white lights in the elevator came on, and his fox-like eyes, which had a hint of wickedness, narrowed, a thoughtful look in his deep gaze.
"help?"
Rong Shang listened as he uttered those two words, his deep, magnetic voice carrying a hint of mockery.
At first, she didn't think anything of it, but when she turned around, the tall man suddenly walked up to her, casting a dark shadow, and he grabbed Rong Shang's wrist in one go.
"What kind of help?"
Looking down at her, Luo Nancheng's eyes flickered with light and shadow.
"Do you want me to sign your autograph? Or do you want me to take a picture with you?"
Autograph? Photo?
Rong Shang raised her eyes in confusion, but unexpectedly met the man's dark, deep eyes. If she wasn't mistaken, what was covered in the man's eyes was disdain for her.
This guy.
Rong Shang scoffed, and before the man could react, she suddenly grabbed his collar.
Without any warning, Luo Nancheng leaned forward, his high nose brushing against her smooth cheek, a pleasant fragrance wafting over, and his perfectly sculpted features froze instantly.
"Listen, I'm here to borrow your clothes."
Rong Shang's next words also made him pause.
"Borrow clothes?" he repeated, as if in disbelief, his delicate brows furrowing.
Looking down at Rong Shang's fair and exquisite features, Luo Nancheng's throat bobbed, and after a moment he said, "You're not my sasaeng fan?"
Luo Nancheng, a nationally renowned superstar.
He is a popular celebrity with both good looks and acting skills. In addition, he has won the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor and the Cannes Film Festival Award for Best Actor, making him a rare double award winner in the industry.
However, with the arrival of this fame, life in Luonan City has also been greatly affected.
For example, his schedule can be packed from the beginning to the end of the year, leaving him no time to rest at all; also, no matter where he goes, there are always some annoying sasaeng fans following him.
No wonder he would treat Rong Shang like his stalker on a night like this.
But Rong Shang found all of this quite amusing.
Sasaeng fans?
What?
Excuse me?
With a polite smile, Rong Shang released him, and at the same time raised her hand to pat his suit jacket.
"Sorry, I really just came to borrow some clothes."
To convince him, Rong Shang deliberately wrung out her sleeves, trying to wring water out of the clothes.
Of course, quite some time had passed, and by then her clothes were only slightly damp; there was no way she could wring water out of them.
But Luo Nancheng still glanced at her.
His furrowed brows relaxed, and a hint of indifference returned to the man's deep eyes.
He parted his thin lips slightly and said, "So, why should I lend it to you?"
"You won't lend it?" Rong Shang raised her head and raised an eyebrow.
She was clearly asking him to lend her clothes, but Rong Shang's expression didn't reflect that at the moment.
On the contrary, she exudes an air of languor and nonchalance.
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