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Shang Yechu and Zheng Bohan's communication has become increasingly concise lately, but this is because they both know that the other doesn't care about this.
After replying to Zheng Bohan, Shang Yechu buried herself in the makeup chair, waiting for the stylist to do her makeup.
With a creak, the dressing room door opened. Shang Yechu, assuming it was the stylist, smiled and said while scrolling through her phone, "Sister Hua, could you please fix my face today—"
"It's me."
Li Yi's cold voice rang out, and Shang Yechu choked up, a sense of inexplicable gloom welling up inside her.
Compared to his sunny, smiling, and handsome appearance in front of others, Li Yi was quite indifferent and expressionless at this moment. But perhaps this was his true nature—indifferent to everything, with an innate arrogance and aloofness.
Shang Yechu leaned back in her chair and glanced at Li Yi: "Something wrong?"
Li Yi took a bottle of medicine out of his pocket, slammed it on the table in front of Shang Yechu, and said succinctly: "Apply externally, three times a day."
Shang Yechu glanced at the exquisite, antique-looking little bottle. "I don't use products without proper labeling or certification."
“The pharmaceutical company is at the bottom of the bottle,” Li Yi said. “You should need this more than I do.”
Shang Yechu remained silent, and Li Yi continued, "I checked my injuries last night, and you beat me up and I have about ten bruises. I'm stronger than you, so your injuries must be more serious."
Shang Yechu twitched the corner of her mouth: "What kind of apology is this?"
“Of course not,” Li Yi frowned. “I haven’t done anything wrong, why should I apologize to you?”
Shang Yechu glanced at Li Yi in surprise, marveling at the man's calm tone and composed attitude.
Perhaps the surprise in Shang Ye Chu's eyes was too obvious, so Young Master Li condescended to explain: "You have to admit that you also made a move—in that case, at that moment, you were my opponent."
“My teacher once said that regardless of age, status, gender, or strength, an opponent is an opponent. Since you're competing on the same stage, don't engage in any hypocritical behavior like giving way to others. That's an insult to your opponent.”
Shang Yechu's brow twitched, and she scoffed, "Then I should thank you for not insulting me?"
Li Yi said matter-of-factly, "Your injuries are more severe only because you are weaker, and my injuries are less severe only because I am stronger than you. If whoever is more injured is right, then if you were stronger than me yesterday and knocked me to the ground—would you apologize to me?"
Shang Yechu sat up straight, looking at Li Yi with a surprised expression. Compared to the other party's rambling manner when acting, Li Yi's speech was remarkably clear at this moment, and seemed to be impeccable in his logic.
Li Yi lowered his head, exchanged a glance with Shang Yechu, then frowned and looked away: "This medicine is very effective. I came to deliver the medicine in the hope that you will recover soon and not delay the normal filming of the crew."
Shang Yechu scoffed, "Yes, perhaps I've actually delayed the filming schedule even more than you have."
"..." Li Yi pursed her lips. Now that they had already fallen out, Shang Yechu was becoming increasingly impolite. And yet they still had to film scenes and rehearse lines together; it was truly mutual torture.
Li Yi sat down in another chair and said, "Let's go over the lines."
When the makeup artist entered, this was the harmonious scene they witnessed. After finishing their makeup and dressing, filming resumed for today's scenes.
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